BBC Sherlock Imagines

Teenlock: Mycroft's Competition

Request for @alienmademeslowdance

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"What grade did you get?"

"None of your business."

"So it was lower than mine you're saying."

"I said none of your business Mycroft."

"I thought you weren't scared (y/n). You're always saying how much smarter you are than me. So tell me, are you not smarter than me now?" You turned around to the face the jerk named Mycroft Holmes. He was your biggest competition in school. Since a young age you two had competed for the highest test scores, the highest grades, the cleverest comebacks. Naturally, he had also become your arch nemesis, and you his. Even now, in your final year of secondary school, he was the one person you despised most of all. Of course, the competition was nice, but Mycroft Holmes was not.

"I got a 98," you choked out through gritted teeth.

"Hmm interesting. Remind me, since you are obviously smarter than me, is a 99 higher than a 98?" You were flustered and having trouble thinking of a quick comeback. He smirked devilishly at you. "Have you got nothing to say?" he challenged.

"100 to 99. That's all I have to say," you recited back smoothly. His smirk disappeared and he glared at you.

"Is that really all you can think of? That one test? That happened ages ago?"

"You act like I've only beaten you once Mycroft." At that moment the bell rang and it was your turn to smirk. You grabbed your bag and made your way out the door.

"I know you've achieved higher test scores me more than once, I'll admit that," came the nasally voice behind you again, "but altogether I think we can both agree that I win overall." You whipped around and faced him.

"Overall?" you challenged.

"I have straight A's-"

"So do I."

"I-"

"Mycroft whatever you have accomplished academically I have as well, so there is nothing you can say that proves you 'win'."

"Ah this must be (y/n)," interrupted a voice. You looked to your right and noticed a curly haired boy standing perpendicular to you and Mycroft. He had a pompous, yet curious, look on his face and his eyes seemed to cut right through you, analyzing every bit of who you are. He then glanced to Mycroft and they exchanged hostile looks.

"Go away Sherlock. This conversation may be too intellectually stimulating for your puny brain to handle."

"Oh brother dear, didn't mum tell you to be kinder towards me?" provoked Sherlock mockingly.

"This is your brother?" you gasped. You had no idea Mycroft even had a family. You always thought he was just sent straight up from hell, his sole purpose being to torture you.

"Sadly, yes," Mycroft remarked. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his brother, then spoke addressing you.

"I don't know why you like my brother so much (y/n). He can be so rude, even to you. You should hear him always complaining about you." Your jaw dropped. Why is this kid implying that I have a crush on his big brother. Mycroft. Mycroft Holmes. My sworn enemy, you thought. Mycroft stared unblinking at Sherlock, his mouth slightly agape.

"What?!" you thundered. You made eye contact with Mycroft and burned under his gaze. His lips split into another smirk and he looked on at you amused.

"You like me?" he teased, breaking into a fit of laughter.

"Like you? I can't stand you," you spat, accentuating each word with as much hate as possible.

"Listen (y/n), I've taught my brother well. If there is one thing he can do, it's deduce. And he just deduced that you like me. There's no hiding it anymore. I can't blame you though, my intelligence attracts many." You laughed loudly, not really knowing how to respond to the situation. Do I like him? No. I don't. He's an arse and a know it all, but with really good hair and a fit figure.

"I don't know why you're laughing Mycroft, you like her too," stated Sherlock simply. Mycroft's face instantly reddened like a ripened fruit.

"You like me?" you asked, but with no teasing like he did to you, just pure shock. Mycroft didn't respond, instead he took to death glaring his brother until Sherlock walked away. He refused to look at you for seconds, just gulped painfully and clenched his fists. Finally he looked up at you, and electricity shot through your body as soon as his eyes landed on yours. He looked to be at a loss for words, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly with no sound coming out. You both stood there, the two people in the school who always had something to say, speechless. You thought about leaving, but a part of you forced your feet to stayed glued to the ground. The silence was unbearable, but so was not knowing if he actually liked you or not. Not that it mattered.. right?

"Do you feel ready for the math test on Thursday?" he questioned finally, his face twisting into a concentrated look.

"What?" you asked in disbelief. "Mycroft are we just going to ignore what just happened back there?" You instantly felt like puking. You were not sure how those words escaped out of your mouth, and the nervous rambling began. "Not that I'm super curious if you like me, I mean it doesn't even have to do with liking me or any feelings and I was just trying to say that um-"

"(Y/n) you didn't let me finish," he barked. You shut up, staring up at him with wide eyes. "I was seeing if you were prepared because I wanted to know if maybe you'd like to prepare... together?" He scratched the back of his neck nervously and pulled at the collar of his shirt.

"Like-like a study date?" you stuttered.

"Well I hope you don't expect me to take you on a date to the movies, unless it's an educational documentary." You laughed, and he didn't understand what was so funny.

"I wouldn't expect anything different from Mycroft Holmes," you joked.

"Good, it's set. My house tomorrow night, 6:00. Bring your books and your brain." He winked at you as he strutted by, and you were left in a daze. It wasn't everyday you ended up being asked on a date by your arch nemesis.

A/N

Surprise update.
And by surprise I mean I didn't think I was going to post this. Just thought I should. (I'm sorry the quality is about a 6/10).

I was planning on typing out this long creepy story that happened to me but I'm exhausted. So next time.

Love you children.

Stay up, no matter what is happening in your life, stay up. It may not be okay in the end, but it will end.

Night.