SuperLock Imagines

Until Next Time (Mycroft x Reader)

Mycroft Holmes sat in his study. He was pouring over an important file on some important guy in Russia. As he absentmindedly reached for a pen to cross off a phrase on the document, the power went out.

Confused, he looked up into the pitch darkness just as the wind started to howl outside. It was when he heard the crackling sound of your laughter emanating from a hidden speaker did he know who cut the power.

You. Y/n Moriarty, the sister of the man that caused the British Nation so much fear.

"Hello, Mycroft." you drawled almost lazily through the speaker, "I'm bored. And you happen to be my favourite plaything."

The Ice-man stood up, forgetting about the documents on his desk. "Y/n."

You two had a pretty rocky past. Sometimes, you would just show up at a restauraunt, or a ball, or maybe just outside when Mycroft would be on a walk.

However, he had never seen your face. He knew you only by the sound of your voice and by the way James Moriarty had once mentioned you during one of their 'conversations'.

He knew you were mysterious and hard to catch. But he didn't know if you actually were insane or just pretended to be.

"Mycroft, Mycroft. Did you miss me?" You asked, and Mycroft sighed. You seemed to be starting this crap up again, where you asked if he missed you.

After his first initial no, he stopped replying. Was it maybe because he did miss you?

"Well, even if you did, right now I don't care." You said curtly. The edge of insanity you usually kept in your voice was gone. In fact, you sounded normal.

Mycroft cleared his throat, now sounding genuinly confused, "I'm afraid I don't understand, Y/n."

You paused, deciding your words carefully.

"Well, let's just say that my- dear- brother has discovered something most unfortunate about me. Mycroft, let's just say that I have to get out of here for awhile." With that, there was a clicking noise as you disconnected the microphone you were speaking into.

Mycroft turned, still seeing nothing in the ever-lasting darkness. "Y/n?" He called out, not meeting an answer.

Until he heard you behind him.

"Mycroft, I do believe I owe you an explanation. You see, I do not work with my brother, on the contrary to your beliefs.

"I work for... a government agency dedicated to eliminating threats such as James. As much as it pains me to say it, my brother needs to go. Unfortunately, he found me out and is sending his best assassins after me." You stepped around Mycroft's desk to stand in front of him, sounding quite calm even though you just announced that there were assassins after you.

"So, for now I must flee the country. I do not know how long I will be gone for, but I can assure you I will return."

Mycroft swallowed, trying to search the darkness to see your face. But you just chuckled and leaned in. 

"Until next time, Mr Holmes." You whispered before pressing your lips to his. All too soon, you turned and left the way you came, leaving nothing behind but the memory in Mycroft's mind and several more unanswered questions.

"Until next time." He whispered back.

Whoo, my first one-shot thing on this... thing. I'm tired. -_- plz forgive me for this over-all crappiness.