The Mind Reader - A Sherlock Fanfic

Family Wisdom

The sky was a dark blue by the time I returned to Baker Street. Before I unlocked my front door, I took a step back and stared at the night sky. Amy loved when it was dark out. She always said the night sky made her feel more alive. "Anything can happen in the dark," she said to me once. "Bad people can be good. Good people can be bad. Mysteries and miracles can pop up anywhere, and no one is judged,"

She had a point, I suppose. Well, she always had a point. I don't know how, but she seemed to know a little bit about everything. I shook the thoughts from my head and walked inside. I took two steps inside before I stopped short. I saw something. I missed something. I take a few backwards steps until I'm outside again, facing the front door. I analyzed the door and groaned at the sight of what was off. The door knocker was perfectly straight on its hinges. It's never perfectly straight on its hinges, and no one ever straightens it. Except... "No!" I yelled up the stairs. "No. No. No..." I kept yelling with every step I took to the living room.

I burst in through the open doorway and immediately laid eyes on a familiar, annoying face. His equally annoying body was seated on the couch. "Get out, Mycroft," I said instantly.

"Good to see you too, brother of mine," Mycroft said in his usual, ghastly tone.

"John, why did you let him in?"

John was seated in his armchair, reading the newspaper. "He's your brother, Sherlock. We both know there's no way of stopping him from doing anything," he said without looking up from the paper.

I groaned and made an effort to roll my eyes. "What do you want now, Mycroft?"

"What makes you think I want anything?"

"You took time out of your day to come here. Why else would you be here?"

"Very true,"

"Are you just going to toy with me? Because if you are, I will quite forcibly kick you out,"

He smiled. For once. "Sadly, I'm not here for much social talk today, Sherlock. I'm actually here on business,"

"How's that?"

"Recently, my division of government-"

"You are the government," John added.

"Right. The government, specifically the secret divisions have received some messages,"

"What? Fan-mail?" I chuckled.

"More like hate-mail, actually,"

"I'm not surprised,"

Mycroft rose from the chair. He stayed silent for a while, as he did when he gets annoyed. His hands clasped each other behind his back, and strolled towards the window. "Sherlock, I know we have our differences. As much as it pains me to say, we need to look out for each other. You know I care for you. I may have an interesting way of showing it,"

"Like paying people to get information on me,"

"Exhibit A!" John exclaimed as his right pointer finger pointed to his face.

"Exactly," Mycroft replied, his gaze still wandering out the window. "I only bring this up because these messages I've been getting. Well, they cover quite personal topics. Topics about me that I don't want discussed,"

"Like what?"

"I said I don't want them discussed,"

"Oh thanks, that really makes me feel bad for you," I rolled my eyes.

"Look, this matter is private,"

"Then why are you here, Mycroft?" He is really getting on my nerves. "Why are you telling me all this if their is no point?"

He hesitated. There is something he wants to say. He never hides anything from me. Why is he so secretive all of a sudden? "Mycroft?"

"Our family is in trouble,"

"Mother and Father?"

"No, you idiot. Who would ever want anything to do with those... people?" He finally turned to face me. "I'm talking about us. Something is coming, and it's greater than the both of us,"

That's just what Amy-

"People will try to tear us apart, Sherlock. You need to trust family. Trust family over everyone else! If you don't, then everything we've worked to achieve will all be for nothing,"

He's never sounded more serious in his life. John even put the paper down to look at him. "What are you saying?" he seemed fully intrigued now.

"I'm saying nothing more," he replied as he grabbed his coat that was hanging over the armchair. "I'm sorry to be mysterious, but I probably said too much already. I don't want you any more involved than you are in this matter. Consider this, family advice. And a warning of what is to come. Good night, gentleman," 

With that, he threw on his coat and showed himself out. I watched him out the window as he ducked into his small limousine, and quickly drove away. "What was that all about?" John finally said.

"No idea, but I herd a warning like that earlier today,"

"Really? Who?"

"Umm, Some homeless man," he wouldn't understand if I said who it really was.

"Weird. Whatever is happening, it really had Mycroft worried. Maybe we should listen to him and stay out of this one,"

I swung my head towards him. We looked each other dead in the eyes. We only managed about three seconds before we both burst out laughing. "Ha ha! Stay out of it? Us?" John chuckled. 

I smiled. Finally, the game just became more interesting.