Only Yours

4

Mycroft's P.O.V

The door is partially open and I have a clear view of the corridor from my chair. I sigh and glance at the large, expensive clock on the wall: Sherlock should have been here ten minutes ago. Of course I know my brother and I knew he would be late but I am going to miss a very important meeting for this.

When five minutes have passed and Sherlock is still absent, I make a phone call.

'Yes?'

'I must apologise to you, your majesty. I am reluctant to inform you that I will be unable to attend our meeting. Something very important has come up.'

'Apology accepted Mycroft.' The Prince pauses and starts speaking again. Of course I know what he is going to say. 'Who exactly is this meeting with? The PM? The president of the United States? The Chinese Premier?' I hear the door open and my brother's voice, arguing with our doorman. What a shame. I liked Dominic.

'None of the above actually, your majesty. My younger brother, Sherlock Holmes.' I hang up the phone just as Sherlock walks in, closely followed by Dominic.

'Mr Holmes, I am afraid to offer my resignation. I will not tolerate being spoken to like that by this man. Good day.' I watch Dominic storm out of the room and then focus on Sherlock, who looks mildly confused by this display of (ugh) emotion.

'Goodness, aren't ordinary people stupid?' he sits down and picks up the black coffee with two sugars I had made. 'Honestly, Mycroft, it's cold. You should fire your maid.'

'Maybe I should just let you talk to her. She'd quit straight away.' I lean forward and study him. 'What exactly did you say to Dominic, brother mine? I liked him.'

Sherlock is immediately on the defensive. 'I simply informed him that there was no point in working for you if the only reason he was doing it was to get in your pants.' I raise an eyebrow. Of course I knew this but I wanted to see if he got everything. He looks me briefly in the eye before going off on a deduction.

'His hair was slicked back, neatly combed and his uniform was in excellent condition. His tie was green, your preferred colour and his hair showed clear signs of product, indicating homosexuality. His phone was on and his background was you working at your desk and when I asked for you he said, 'Mr Holmes is upstairs' and blushed, gazing longingly at your study door.'

'Very good little brother.' I was impressed, although I would never admit it. Even I hadn't noticed the background on Dominic's phone.

'I also told him that you already had a boyfriend.' At this I sit upright. No one knows this. 'How do- how do you-'

'How do I know, Mycroft? Well... the sofa in the corner is crumpled and there are cushions on the floor and we both know you keep a very tidy house. The papers on the desk are put to one side and there are is a jumper you would never be seen in over the arm of that chair.'

'And how do you know it's a man?

'It's you, Mycroft. Of course it's a man.'

We fall into silence and I lock my fingers together. Sherlock is looking at me with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. Just as I consider asking him what was wrong, he begins talking.

'Do you have... intercourse with him?'

I laugh. 'Why, Sherlock, does sex alarm you?' Before I suddenly remember why he is here. That night where he slipped up.

'It's a shame, little brother. If Moriarty was still here he would have to change your nickname. Virgin doesnt work anymore.'

Sherlock glares at me before leaning back in his chair, fixing his eyes slightly above my head. I wait for him to continue but apparently he has gone into his ridiculous 'mind mansion' or whatever.