Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

5- Mycroft Returns

-John-

I struggled to carry the groceries upstairs all by myself. After a few days of living off Mrs. Hudson's generosity, I decided to stock up our own pantry. I heaved the bags up the stairs and stumbled into our flat.

'Hello there John', I heard a familiar, smug voice say.

'Hey Mycroft,' I replied politely. He stood next to Sherlock's chair smirking at me. Sherlock was looking at the floor.

I pulled the bags into the kitchen and made them both a tea. Mycroft thanked me while Sherlock still looked away, his eyes rimmed with annoyance.

'So Mycroft, what brings you here?' I asked, making polite conversation.

'Well, it's always good to see my little brother. He's doing much better than before, thank you John. I see that your health has improved too.'

Mycroft patted Sherlock's back, causing him to tense up. He still wouldn't look at us.

'We had a bit of trouble, didn't we Sherlock,' Mycroft said, looking at Sherlock with amusement.

'Mycroft this is neither the time nor place,' Sherlock said angrily. Mycroft laughed.

'Dear brother, will you ever tell John your little secrets?'

I furrowed my brow and stared at them both. Sherlock was visibly angry now, his hands clenching together in his lap. Mycroft had his normal sense of superiority, but his eyes crinkled up with an untold joke.

'Sherlock, do you care to explain?' I asked gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine, almost in panic.

'I told you John, not now, please.'

Mycroft laughed, and picked up a box from the table.

'It's got to come out eventually brother. I will dispose of them, don't worry. I'm sure John probably knows what's in here, and he'll be very disappointed in you,' at this, Sherlock's eyes dropped back to the ground, 'and maybe soon, dear brother, you can tell him your other secret.'

'Sherlock you didn't...' I trailed off, trying to meet his eyes. He looked up at Mycroft angrily and snarled,

'Get out Mycroft! Get out right now!'

Mycroft laughed.

'You're still as patient as ever.' On his way out the door he waved at me.

I settled in my seat and drank my tea, looking at Sherlock. He had his head in his hands now, his back hunched over.

'How long Sherlock?'

He sighed.

'About a month after I fell. I... I didn't lie to you John. I spent that time killing the snipers. I just had my bad days.'

'Why are they here Sherlock?'

He stood up angrily.

'I was not taking drugs here John! I've been okay ever since I got home. Trust me John; I wouldn't do that to you!'

I jumped at his angry reaction. He looked at me almost apologetically and leant against the wall.

'I just, they were with my stuff. I didn't know what to do, so I brought them here. I wanted to get rid of them when you weren't here, but that obviously didn't go so well.'

I rubbed my temples.

'Why did you do that to yourself Sherlock?'

'It numbs me. It stops my thoughts. When missing the mysteries, the adventure, and this place and... and you, it stopped it.'

I looked at him in surprise. This is the most emotional I've ever seen Sherlock. His voice was small and weak sounding.

'Alright Sherlock.'

He met my eyes properly for the first time since I had come home. His brow knitted together in confusion. Before he could open his mouth to speak, I continued.

'Just promise me, you won't do them again.'

He looked at me in a mixture of confusion and guilt. Slowly, he nodded his head.

'Good, now I'm bloody hungry. What do you want for dinner?' I asked, pulling myself out of the chair and hobbling into the kitchen.

'We could go out?'

I smiled at him. As much as I liked cooking, I also liked people cooking for me.

-Sherlock-

I looked at John from my perch on the sofa. He seemed completely absorbed in putting away the groceries, as though it were the most important task in the world. My mind was still racing from Mycroft's intrusion, and John's forgiveness.

A little after Mycroft left, Mrs. Hudson and Donna came upstairs to ask us what he wanted. Before I could even think of an answer, John covered me with a lie and a smile.

Donna sat down across from me. I was getting slightly irritated, as I wanted to leave for dinner soon. Mrs. Hudson bustled around with John in the kitchen, and Donna proceeded to glance back and forth between John and me with curiosity.

'For gods sakes Donna would you please stop doing that?' I asked, slightly irritated.

'Doing what?' she asked with a smirk.

'Jumping to conclusions without proof,' I said with a steely gaze. John entered the room just as I replied.

'Well you are gay. What am I supposed to think?' John's mouth fell open a little bit and he looked at us in shock, fixing his eyes on me in a curious gaze.

I remember him telling me it was all fine, and I know it probably is, but I presumed from the look of surprise he'd assumed that I was straight. His look of confusion sent my gaze to the floor for the second time today.

'Donna, why do you never let me finish?' I sighed. The tension in the room was thick, and Donna was staring at John and me nervously. Mrs. Hudson was humming to herself in the kitchen, seemingly unaware of our situation.

Just as I was about to open my mouth and explain to her that I was married to my work, and incapable of feelings, my phone vibrated. I jumped up in glee.

'Sherlock,

There's been another murder,

There was another note left at the crime scene.

Looks like you were right, I think we have a serial killer on our hands.

Come ASAP

-Lestrade'

I stood up in a flourish, yanked my coat on and pulled my collar up.

'John there's been another murder! The game is on!'

I could hear him chuckling and running to grab his jumper before he followed me out the door.