2. Needy in Mycroft's presence

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It was during one of Mycroft's impromptu visit, when he thought he must lecture or threaten his little brother about God knows what. It was already very late, but he had been surprised to find the said little brother already in pyjamas. It wasn't in Sherlock's habits to be in pyjamas this early... Well, at least, when he had get dressed during the day. And Mycroft was sure he had get dressed during the day because... No. Stop. He was drifting. What was he saying before being interrupted by himself? Mmmh. He could ask Sherlock, but he was pretty sure the stubborn man didn't pay attention to his speech... Ah yes, here he was:

"So, as I said, brother mine..."

Before being interrupted a second time, and not by himself.

"Sherlock?"

The two brothers spoke together:

"Leave us alone!"

"Yes, kitty?"

Mycroft glared at the sight in front of him: a sleepy girl who didn't know if she should leave or join them. However, the older Holmes had been clear. Leave.Us.Alone. And, as always, the younger disagreed with him and said, with a sweet smile which made Mycroft nauseous

"I can't go to sleep already baby girl, sorry. Come to me."

Astounded, the British Government Himself watched the young girl walking barefoot and barely dressed, then climbing onto his brother's lap and setting herself up, her head resting in the crook of Sherlock's neck, her left hand on his chest. Sherlock took a cover from the sofa and wrapped them both in it.

It took Mycroft several minutes to find his ability to speak again.

"Is it a joke?"

Sherlock was smiling smugly at him.

"No. She can't sleep without me."

Mycroft had seen a lot of things during his life, but this sight, his brother holding yearningly who has to be his girlfriend asleep on his lap, could easily figure in the top ten of the weirder. He didn't even know Sherlock had a girlfriend! What the hell?! Upset, the older brother didn't find something better to say than

"Kitty. Really?"

"Kitten eat goldfishes. What were you saying?"

Ah.It already looked more like his brother. But, bloody hell, he couldn't rememberwhat he was saying!

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