Just a Fluffy Johnlock

Going to Mycrofts

A/N: I'm sorry this is late, I didn't know people actually read it! And this maybe a short chapter, low phone battery.

When the bashful cabbie dropped John and Sherlock outside Mycroft's office, John turned to Sherlock.

"Ready?"

"~Sigh~, I suppose."

The pair walked briskly in and to the receptionist desk, Sherlock a large stride in front of John.

"Mycroft Holmes, please. We have an appointment." John asked the lady politely folding his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, yes of course, this must be you,
Sherlock Holmes and John Holmes?" The blonde, very made-up receptionist questioned, looking up at the two.

"Ah. Um no, it's actually Holmes and Watson, you see we're not...together...I mean we are but not like THAT...." John stammered out like he had with the cabbie.

"That is our reservation." Sherlock glanced at John nervously. He felt bad for making him uncomfortable. He would kill Mycroft when he saw him.

Sherlock and John quickly ran through the door, both aware of multiple sets of eyes from curious onlookers who had overheard their conversation with the blonde receptionist. As they walked into Mycroft's stuffy, overdone, office Sherlock's brother sat quietly at his desk, pale hands folded on the desk in front of him.

"Brother. John. How are you?"

"Fine."

"Fine, fine. Everyone's just dandy. Now, can we get this over with?" Sherlock whined.

"Patience is a virtue brother dearest." Mycroft replied with a smirk.

John looked out the window. The birds in the garden had just come out, as it was finally spring. He was thrilled to get out of the house after a long indoor winter but this was definitely not his first outing of choice.

He looked back to Sherlock, red in the face from his brother teasing. Sherlock looked awful cute when he blushed didn't he? I mean... not cute but... he saw why Molly liked him.

As John looked out the window in apparent deep thought, Sherlock settled things with Mycroft and each ended up with a fair amount of money from the will and had the funeral planned, and Sherlock inherited a nice cottage in the country by a lake. Mycroft got a goat farm which amused Sherlock because Mycroft hated all animals aside from fish and their Mother's old corgi, Mrs. Norris.