Sherlock Imagines [ON HOLD]

19. When you make up (Mycroft)

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Fidgeting in your seat, you tried your best, and failed miserably, to get comfortable in the stupid, hard, airplane seat.

You would think they would have better seats in first class.

With hand before your mouth, you yawned, slowly growing more exhausted, before you stretched your stiff arms. You leant your head in the palm of your hand, looking out of the window and at the view.

Today had been a very hectic day.

In the morning, you had to wake up and drag yourself out of bed at six o'clock, leaving a unaware Mycroft in bed, since you had to catch your flight to Moldova. After three horrible hours, you landed in Moldova so you could finally buy the bloody lemon cupcakes.

However, you hadn't taken in account that making the lemon cupcakes would take the chef about three and a half hours. Thanking the chef with a forced smile, you waited two hours for the next plane back home.

You were worn out after such a long day, you felt content that Mycroft would maybe accept your apology.

Better yet, he better accept your apology or he would have to deal with a very unpleasant version of you.

Three days ago, after your fight, he had been subtly ignoring you whenever he can, only talking in one-word answers, two if you were lucky.

That was why you endured this horrible day, hoping he would forgive you after you got him the cupcakes.

That was also the reason as to why you had cancelled every meeting you had for the day, just so you could fly to Moldova, get them, and fly back.

After you arrived in the airport in London, you hailed a taxi, handing your suitcase to the driver, and told him your address.

Finally sitting in a decent seat, you slumped back as you bit back a yawn.

"Long flight?" The cabbie questioned with a knowing look as he took you in.

"Yeah." You nodded, running a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair. "You could say that."

You looked at your (f/c) watch, calculating that you still had approximately an hour until you arrived home. So, you thought it was the perfect time to catch up on the sleep you had lost.

Pulling your cost against your figure, you leant your head against the window, closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

"Miss, we've arrived at your destination." The man said, lightly shaking your shoulder.