Merlin Oneshot Collection

Three times John met Sherlock's younger brother

The first time John saw the man, he was fiddling with the T.V remote at his and Sherlock’s flat. He looked young, like a Uni student, and he was making the remote hop with magic.

John frowned, the magical folk don’t usually need cases solved, He and Sherlock had come across a few, but even then they’ve been fairly wary. The man on their couch doesn’t look particularly wary though.

Sherlock bustled into the room behind John and paused as he saw the other man. He did nothing other than raise an eyebrow.

The other man shrugged, “I’m hiding.” He offered Sherlock, and then beamed at John, “You must be his roommate! Nice to meet you!” he offered a hand to shake. Something about the man’s smile was infectious.

“John Watson. I don’t really know who-?” John trailed off and glanced at Sherlock.

“Figures he wouldn’t mention me, I’m Merlin Homes” The man does not look offended as he blows John’s mind.

“Homes? “ he glanced between the newcomer and Sherlock, Now that he looked, there is a distinct similarity between the two, what with their black hair, blue eyes and slender frame. It doesn’t help the other man acts more like Sherlock’s parents than him or even Mycroft, and definitely nothing like…. Anyway.

“You’re not hiding.” Sherlock says simply, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, “This is one of the first places Arthur would look for had you actually gone missing.” He doesn’t ask what the other homes was doing in their flat out loud, but John Figured he asked in that weird telepathy things that the Homes family seems to have in built. Because Merlin sighed, and told him,

“I heard we have a sister now. I want to meet her.” His eyes were earnest, Sherlock rubbed his forehead,

“Eurus is dangerous, whatever contact she can make has to be measured and controlled. Especially to those prone to emotions.” Sherlock looked pointedly towards Merlin who rolled his eyes.

“Sherlock, I’m not asking to live with her, I just want to meet her once, Maybe I can help her find her footing with emotions, she may not realize what her emotions are exactly, but I can help, because I love you but You’re abysmal at figuring out what you feel.”

“Uh… excuse me, but how come you didn’t know about Eurus? Sherlock had no idea since he repressed his memories, but you had to have known right?” John couldn’t help but interject.

“I was born after she was taken away, I’m way younger than Sherlock. I was probably born around when she faked her death, later I remember Mum and Dad mourning something, but I didn’t know what at the time. I thought Mycroft broke a limb or something” Merlin explained.

“You seem to know a lot about what exactly happened a few weeks ago. We didn’t de brief anyone, I don’t think even the king knows all the details” John couldn’t help but point out suspiciously,

Sherlock snorted, and Merlin grinned blandly, “The king barely knows anything really. Besides I know how to nag Mycroft into submission.” There was something he didn’t tell John in that, but John figured it wasn’t his business.

In the end, Sherlock agreed to take Merlin to Sherringford with him if only to shut the other man up. John silently thought he knew how to nag Sherlock into submission too

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John calmly watches as Sherlock verbally murders Anderson yet again over a dead body. Agent Donovan is on the other side of the street; John keeps an eye on her ready to step in case she thinks her former flame needed a rescue. John wouldn’t really bother with it, Sherlock is a big boy, also he really does need to stop antagonizing Anderson, and But Sally has a very annoying habit of pressing all of John’s buttons, calling Sherlock a freak anytime she speaks only one of them.