Discovered (Johnlock Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Our lips met gently, and we started kissing. My stomach felt light, as did my head. I moved my free hand up to John's face, and caressed it softly. Our mouths moved in sync with each other, and I felt amazing.

No one had ever kissed me before. I never wanted to be with anyone in that way. I always thought myself to be someone who would never get into a romantic relationship, and ignored the people around me. Though I'd never thought that I would be attracted to anyone else, I was entirely wrong. John Watson was the first and only man(or person in general, really) that I'd ever had feelings for, and oh, did I have feelings. I wanted to stay kissing John for the rest of my life.

John's hand went into my hair and tugged ever-so-slightly on my curls. It was all I could do not to moan in pleasure. He had done this many times before, the whole kissing thing, with his various girlfriends, so I let him guide me. His tongue entered my mouth, and I let him taste around. I was enjoying every moment, until the sound of someone clearing their throat caused both of us to jump up in surprise. 

A nurse stood awkwardly in the doorway, staring at us. "Erm-you guys, er...your heart rate rose pretty high, Doctor Watson, you probably shouldn't, er...do that, it's not good for you're, er, wound." Her face was flushed red, and she averted her eyes. She waited a moment before adding, "Also, Mister Holmes, you should probably get back to your room, we need to make sure you...you're okay. If you need help walking back next door, you have Mycroft Holmes out here." With that, she disappeared. After she was gone, Mycroft strolled in, a smug grin on his face.

"Did you enjoy your... osculation?" Mycroft said the last word with a slightly perturbed expression before returning to the annoying smile. I rolled my eyes and glared at him.

"Just help me back to my room, brother," I sighed. He helped me up, and after a few grunts of pain and a concerned glance from John, Mycroft and I shuffled out of the room and into my own, where I plopped on my bed, exhausted. My brother pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down. "You know what, brother?" I panted, clutching the bandages on my side. Mycroft looked up in response. I said jokingly, "I hope I recover soon, I want to see John but this is painful." It was Mycroft's turn to roll his eyes. 

"Brother dear, you're not even supposed to be out of bed for another day or two, you're lucky I convinced the nurses to help you walk over there sooner. You know, John will understand if you refrain from walking over there every day." He gave me a look that represented caring; it was so faint that I barely noticed it, yet I was so shocked I decided that I would tell him the truth.

"I don't care if he'll 'understand,'" I put air quotes around "understand." I realized that my voice was getting slightly louder, so I calmed myself quickly and continued. "I want to visit him either way. I need to. I think that-I think that I care for him, Mycroft." I looked at him for a minute, and then averted my gaze quickly. My brother's face was completely blank. I waited for him to reply, to give me a lecture on the disadvantages of caring for people. Finally, he spoke, but it wasn't what I'd expected.

"I know, brother." My eyes snapped back up. I saw it again, the trace of compassion, but it was more prominent, and somehow also sad. I tilted my head slightly as he sighed. "When we lost Sherrinford, I told you that caring was a disadvantage. This wasn't true. I only told you so that you wouldn't get hurt like you did when he was gone."

I was shocked. I never really thought that Mycroft cared about anyone; he put on such a perfect façade after Sherrinford died. After a while I forgot that he ever cared to begin with. I was too busy being angry with him for not being a good brother I failed to notice how much he tried to protect me. My brother, Mycroft Holmes, was telling me that he cares for me. I listened to Mycroft continue, astounded.

"I can see it in your eyes that you care for John, and I can see that he cares for you just as much. Don't listen to my previous advice, because there's an exception to every rule, and you've found your exception." Mycroft gave me an awkward smile, and an equally awkward pat on the back.

I chuckled lightly at his attempt to show compassion, and so did Mycroft. Soon, we were both laughing rather loudly for practically no reason. After a moment however, I needed to stop, because it hurt my side.

"Brother," he added. "Just because you care about him, that doesn't mean you shouldn't care about yourself. Rest for a day or two, then try going back again. You both need time to heal." I sighed softly, then gave a small nod. There was no way to convince him out of it anyway.

"Well," Mycroft said, standing up, "I need to head out, do some work at Buckingham Palace. I'll check on you again for dinner. Goodbye, Sherlock." I rolled my eyes as he started to walk to the door.

"What is it, brother?" he asked. I gave him a you-know-I'm-not-stupid look.

"I know you're going to see John before you leave. Do me a favour, brother dear," I told him. Mycroft smiled knowingly. "Tell him I'm sorry, I won't be visiting for a day or two, but I'll be back as soon as I'm able. Thank you, Mycroft." He hesitated before giving me a nod. With that, he walked out of the door. I spent the rest of my morning in my Mind Palace, altering a few files about Mycroft, as well as adding a few on John.

A/N: Hello! Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for not writing for practically a month. I realized that I'd never written fluff before, so I kept reading stuff to get tips as well as procrastinating and a few bad drafts. I hope you enjoy, and I'll see you next chapter! P.S. Do you guys think I should make the next chapter in John's POV to show the convo with him and Mycroft? Feedback is more than appreciated. P.P.S. My first story has almost 650 reads! ACK!