John arrived at wherever Mycroft had taken him this time. Not for the first time, John wished he had Sherlock’s almost supernatural ability to know exactly where he was in London. But then again, no one could ever be like Sherlock. The universe might just collapse if someone else was as eccentric as Sherlock.
And John might collapse if he had to run around for the both of them. He smiled as he was lead through the posh building to a sitting room. John sat down and waited.
While he waited he looked around, and wondered, not for the first time, if Mycroft knew the meaning of subtly. Or modesty. Restraint, humbleness, humility – things that normal people knew – rules that the ‘commoners’ adhered to.
The room was classy and stylish, with paintings and knickknacks that probably were worth more than the total of his rent for the next twenty years.
Then there was the sound of the door opening, and John turned to look.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Mycroft said.
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The Meeting - A WhoLock Fic
Fiksi PenggemarWhen an unruly stranger and his wife turn up from out of the blue, John and Sherlock are thrown into one of the most alien of adventures yet! Will they be able to crack the case? And just who is this 'Doctor'?
