Your slipping brother

Fear

Greg held Mycroft who'd coiled up in his arms. "It's ok." The dementia had been progressively getting worse, he was to scared to tell his brother, only his partner knew. "No... no it's not I need to tell him." "I know."

Greg pulled the covers round him. "We'll try and meet up with him soon... ok." Mycroft nodded clinging to his chest. "Can I sleep ?" Greg kissed Mycroft's head nodding let Mycroft sink into his chest and fall asleep. "Oh dear Greg what will you do." He mumbled to himself running fingers softly threw Mycroft's hair.

It was a better night no waking up to Mycroft with his nightmares, they we're constant nearly every night, but not this night this night he slept sound, Greg waking first with a peaceful Mycroft on his chest. He traced patrons in Mycroft's back smiling.

He stayed there for an hour when Mycroft finally woke up this was a rare day both them off together. "Good morning dearie." Mycroft smiled at Greg's words rolling off him and cuddling to his side. "Lie in?" "Lie in." Greg warped an arm round Mycroft's boney frame, under the thin silk robe. "Still want to try and get a hold of Sherlock then?" It was quite for a moment. "Yes." His voice shook, clinging to Greg in hopes of pulling him onto his side so he could go back to his chest, almost like a child. Greg complied moving onto his side pulling Mycroft into his chest.

Sherlock carried Rosie on his hip making breakfast as John had crashed completely out cold on the couch swaddle in a blanket. "Look what you've done to him." He joked putting Rosie in her high chair so he didn't burn or hurt her when cocking. She giggled at him hitting her hands off the plastic table on the high chair. Sherlock made both him and Rosie boiled egg, his softer then her's so not to make an unter mess hers was hard boiled his was soft, and buttered toast cut into soldiers. He let hers cool before giving it to her while he ate.

Why was this perfect now him John Rosie sure there life was a tad a mess but this, this was home now it felt right having John here with his little princess. He watched Rosie as she ate the food making a mess as expected. Sherlock glanced at his sleeping friend he was curled up in a ball, Rosie had cried all night for no reason keeping John up all night who ended up crashed in a heap on the couch, Sherlock draping a blanket over him.

He cleaned the floor and Rosie before carrying her again on his hip siting down in his chair with her, he'd just solved a case the day prior so best  not complain when John may wake from it, and go all funny.

"I can call him if you'd like?" Mycroft had been pacing to nervous to call or text Sherlock. "Say you have t- we have to talk with him in private?" Mycroft wouldn't do it if Greg wasn't there and he knew it. Mycroft reluctantly gave Greg the phone before slumping on the bed nervous watching.

Sherlocks phone went off in his pocket slumped in his chair with Rosie starting to fall asleep on his chest as she'd slept very little keeping John up. So he picked up the phone trying to keep his voice down. "Hello?" "Ah Sherlock w-" "Wheres Mycroft why do you have his phone?" "He's here just ummm... you free anytime this week Mycroft and me" Greg sat down on the bed wrapping an arm round Mycroft. "need to talk with you in private on your own." Sherlock let his head fall back. "Emmm Friday? Eleven in the morning John's out with Rosie." "Ok we'll go to yours then?" "Sure. Sure. So why are you calling on Mycroft's phone?" "My phones dead and Mycroft's getting ready." "Right ok. Friday."

The days between Tuesday and Friday stressed Mycroft to no end, becoming paranoid that his work would find out something was up, he'd have update his record at some point but what would he do then, he wouldn't have a job. Greg tried to be home before Mycroft not wanting to leave him on his own for long.

"Hay come on." Mycroft was having second thoughts about going Greg stood hugging him tightly to his chest, noticing that Mycroft was playing with his cuff links. "Mycie it's ok I'll be right there ok, you need to tell him." Mycroft nodded his head low pressing it to Greg's shoulder, Greg took a hold of Mycroft hands carefully stepping back. "Come on." Mycroft had gone more emotional as time went on.

Greg took Mycroft out to the car, it was a slow drive Mycroft was quiet fidgeting with the ends of his clothes or buttons. "Hay, I'll take you somewhere after if your up to it?" "Oh alright... how do I tell him?" "Not sure just. Take your time ok." Mycroft nodded rubbing his head into his hands.

Sherlock was sat waiting on the door bell. "Must be traffic." Ten minutes after Sherlock had assumed they'd get there the bell finally came, held back manly by Mycroft, who'd burst into tears after there small conversation in a panic completely unsure what he should do. Keeping a small tremble to his hands. "Mycroft. Greg come in." Mycroft kept himself
behind Greg mostly to hide any signs of his nervous.

He was sat on the couch next to Gregory. "Tea?" Sherlock hadn't sat yet. "No I'm fine. Greg?" "Em please one sugar no milk, please." Sherlock nodded going into the kitchen. Greg leaned in holding Mycroft's hand tight and whispering. "It'll be ok just tell him."