Sherlock fic: Three’s a charm Chapter 4 (by me)
Sorry it took so long and that this chappy is a bit short. Very Mycroft centric (from John’s point of view of course).
Summary: Incidents linked by the number 3 showing John’s life post-Reichenbach. John is devastated and unable to move on after Sherlock’s death. Mycroft, guilt ridden over his own role in the incident, takes it upon himself to look after John. Unintentionally, over time their lives become interwoven. But then Sherlock comes back and plunges everything into chaos.
4.
Thirty three months after Sherlock was pronounced dead, Mycroft’s phone went off in the middle of the night. John blearily opened one eye and groggily inquired: “What time is it?”
Mycroft, already up and about to start brushing his teeth, glanced at his watch and replied: “It’s 4.23.”
“Isn’t it a bit rude to call someone at four thirty in the morning?”
“Yes, yes it is,” Mycroft agreed. “However, it’s not four thirty in Abu Dhabi.”
“Naturally,” said John, rolling his eyes, a gesture Mycroft missed, as he was busy putting his clothes on with inhuman speed.
John had a theory that Mycroft only had two settings: fast asleep and wide awake. Where John was stumbling about like a blind hedgehog in the morning before he had had his shower, tea and toast, Mycroft could get ready to deal with any matter of national security in a few minutes, no matter at what ungodly hour he was roused. John once told him: ‘You don’t sleep, you wait’ and when Mycroft failed to understand the reference, started to laugh much louder than was appropriate. Mycroft had sulked for the next two weeks and refused to contact him. When confronted, he pretended he had been busy preventing a war.
John felt soft lips brush over his and saw Mycroft grabbing his umbrella from near the door with one hand and high-speed texting someone with the other.
“Go back to sleep, John.” Then the bedroom door shut with a soft click.
