Johnlock; Rehab

Call Me Out

SHERLOCK

When I returned to Baker Street I was greeted by an unpleasant surprise. The knocker on the door was straight. Mycroft.

"What do you want?" I called into the darkness as I entered the corridor of 221B. "I went to therapy, if that's why you're here!" I shouted. "I'm cured." I heard a chuckle before I spotted Mycroft enter the lit corridor from the dark doorway of my lounge.

"If only that were true, little brother." he joked. "Do you need to go to a facility, Sherlock?" he asked, his tone had dramatically changed. His serious eyes bore into me and I Iooked away.

"I'm fine, Mycroft!" I snapped at him. I was fed up of him invading in my personal business. Always digging. Always intruding where he wasn't welcome. I pushed past him and turned on the lights in the kitchen. For a second I was taken aback by the brightness but carried on storming over to the counter. I flicked the kettle on and the quiet boiling noise comforted me. Mycroft had decided to join me and I turned around to see him taking two mugs out of the cupboard and placing them on the counter. "I didn't offer you any." I stated, not in the mood for Mycroft's games. He ignored me and when the kettle had boiled he added teabags to the mugs and poured us both a cup.

In silence we made our way in the living room and sat down. We sat for a while, drinking the tea and disliking each other's company. I dreaded the question Mycroft had clearly turned up to ask and avoided eye contact with him in an attempt to stall the imminent conversation. However, after a while he got bored of my avoidance tactics and cut straight in to the silence.

"How was it today?" he asked, back at it again with the patronising tone as if we were children again.

"Fine." I answered bluntly.

He raised his eyebrows and sat upright in his seat. "I wasn't expecting that." he admitted, almost happily, then sighed and rubbed his forehead. "What did you do?"

"I did nothing wrong, Mycroft. I listened." I retorted.

"Any deductions?" he questioned.

I shuffle in my seat and cleared my throat a little. "He didn't mind."

"Who didn't mind?"

"Doctor Watson. Actually, he called me...fantastic." I smiled, still a little bit shocked at this unusual reaction. I ignored Mycroft's disbelieving snort and leant over to confirm that he had finished his cup of tea. Perfect; his mug was empty.

"Time to go." I smiled sickeningly sweetly, taking the mugs to the sink.

By the time I got back to Mycroft he was already waiting by the door. As always, he was in his favourite trench coat and his expensive umbrella hung alongside his leg. "Be careful, Sherlock... Behave." He smiled before finally leaving me in peace. I watched his car drive away and waited for his spying backup car to drive away as well before finally settling down for the night.