A/N: HERE WE GOOOOOO!

...Don't judge me.

Thank you to RonieHolmes for requesting this.

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing

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"Could you stop that racket for FIVE MINUTES!" You shouted at your flatmate from the kitchen who was, unsurprisingly, throwing stuff about. You could've sworn you saw him throw a few glass bottles at the wall. "I'm trying to talk on the phone so I can get a damn job!"

Miraculously, the noise stopped. But then he came into the kitchen and pulled out some stuff for a new experiment, making you leave immediately. Your flatmate, of course, was Sherlock Holmes. Aka, the biggest pain in the ass in the world. But you could usually deal with it. Today was just an off day for you, though you didn't know why.

As you entered the cluttered living room, so did someone else that you'd only met a few times before: Mycroft Holmes. He was dressed sharply, carrying his umbrella. You wondered if there was a reason for that umbrella or if he just had an intense fear of rain.

"Hello, Mycroft," you said to the man. If you were perfectly honest, you were relieved to see him. He was almost like a voice of reason for Sherlock. Especially on bad days.

"Hello, Miss (Y/L/N)," Mycroff replied with a soft fake smile.

You rolled your eyes and sat in John's chair. "It's (Y/N), like I've said before."

"Right." He turned towards the kitchen to see a Wild Sherlock in its natural habitat: boiling kidneys. You turned as well and nearly screamed as you saw what he was doing to your new pots.

"SHERLOCK!!" You shouted, bolting back to the kitchen and turning off the stove. "I was gonna make ramen!"

"Well, why didn't you tell me?" Sherlock said defensively.

"Because I made the mistake of trusting that you wouldn't touch my BRAND NEW POTS to BOIL GODDAMN KIDNEYS." You took the pot, dumping its contents into the sink before turning back to the living room to remember that Mycroft was watching it all. You felt embarrassed as heat rose to your face and you looked down.

"Sorry about that..." You said quietly and rushed to your room to scream in your pillow in frustration and embarrassment.

"You seriously didn't think she would use those?" Mycroft said to his brother when you left in a rush. He still felt the heat from the back of his neck and tips of his ears, praying that it wasn't red.

"What do you want, Mycroft?" Sherlock said in frustration. "Unless...never mind"

"What?" Mycroft asked, feeling the familiar annoyance that he got whenever Sherlock acted like he knew something that he, himself, didn't. "What is it?"

"Oh nothing of importance really," Sherlock said smugly, searching for a different, older pot to boil the kidneys from before. "I was just thinking that you might've gotten a little soft for (Y/N), that's all."

"Don't be ridiculous," Mycroft said, feigning disgust to mask the fact that Sherlock had hit a nail on the head with that guess.

Sherlock smirked. "Sentiment suits you, Mycroft."

Mycroft gave him the brotherly look that said 'I swear to god if you say another disrespecting word I will slit your throat'.  "I've come with a case, actually. It requires...legwork and I know your sort of into that." Actually, Mycroft didn't need Sherlock to solve the case because he already had solved it. He just came in the hopes of seeing your beautiful face.

"So what? I'm your foot soldier now?" Sherlock asked. "I'll do it if...you go tell (Y/N) how you feel."

"What do you mean?" Mycroft decided playing dumb was the safest option at the moment.

"You know what I mean, Mycroft, now go do it. There's a high percentage that she likes you too."

"How high?" Mycroft asked in spite of himself.

"Around 96%"

Mycroft thought. Those were high odds. But then again, what did his brother know. He wasn't the slowest goldfish, but he was still a goldfish, none the less. Before the government worker could decide, the younger Holmes had dashed of the kitchen to your room.

When Sherlock entered your room, you had just begun the Princess Bride on your laptop. He ran, grabbed you by your wrist, and dragged you all the way to the kitchen. Next, he pushed you in and slammed the sliding door to the kitchen shut and locked it.

You tried to open he door to no prevail. "SHERLOCK YOU LITTLE SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR YOU BLOODY-"

"Quite the vocabulary you have," you heard a familiar voice from behind say calmly. You turned to see the one and only! Mycroft Holmes! And you'd embarrassed yourself in front of him yet again. This time, however, there was no place to hide.

"Ah, erm, yeah..." You stammered, biting your cheek. "Why did he do this, exactly)"

"TELL HER, MYCROFT!" Sherlock said from the other side of the door. "I'LL BE BACK IN AN HOUR. MAYBE MORE!"

"SHERLOCK, YOU SON OF A-"

"YOU TOO, (Y/N)!" Sherlock shouted before you heard a door open and close.

After that, an awkward silence fell upon both of you as you pondered what Sherlock meant. Surely he didn't tell Mycroft about your feelings? You were going to kill him when he came back.

You realized that Mycroft was just standing there awkwardly. "Tea?" You asked, finally breaking the agonizing silence.

"That'd be lovely, thank you," Mycroft replied politely.

You quickly made tea while instructing Mycroft to sit. While rummaging through the fridge, you found leftover chocolate fudge cake from last night's baking with Mrs Hudson. Bingo. You snatched the cake and put it on the tea tray next to the cream and sugar.

Soon enough, the tea was ready as you set the tray on the counter. Mycroft immediately eyed the chocolate cake. You giggled at his behavior as you saw his ears flush red.

"I'm guessing your a fan of chocolate cake?" You said, cutting a slice for yourself.

"Yes, but I'm on a diet," he said, shakily grabbing a cup of tea and adding a bit of cream to it.

"Shame," you said, grabbing yourself a cuppa. "Mrs Hudson and I made this last night. It'll go to waste eventually... I mean, I can't eat all of it and Sherlock barely eats regularly, soooo."

One glance at Mycroft's eyes and you knew you'd convinced him. He grabbed a knife and began to slice the cake.

"I suppose one slice wouldn't hurt," he said.

The two of you began to eat, but jumped once you heard noises from outside the room. It was the movie you'd started. You quickly explained this to Mycroft, opening the conversation expertly. 

"Why d'you think Sherlock did this?" You asked. "He told you to tell me something?"

"Ah, well..." Mycroft seemed highly embarrassed. "He believes there's this girl that I have grown to have...intimate feelings for and thought you might be of assistance." He himself was surprised with the quickness of the lie.

"I see," you said, feeling a snowball grow in your throat as disappointment welled up in your stomach. You had always hoped that he wasn't all ice cold machinery and could actually feel emotions and when you finally find out he has feelings towards someone, it isn't you. "Well, what do your think of said girl?"

"I think she's intelligent, but not in the sense that people usually are and she's an excellent baker, but a horrendous chef. She has a contagious laugh that makes me want to smile. She's unafraid of  most anything and is passionate about the strangest things."

You felt daggers plunge in you as he spoke, but tried to play it cool. "How do you feel when you're around her?"

"I feel unusually nervous, like I might embarrass myself by saying or doing anything. She makes me feel slightly warm inside, though I've no idea how that could happen. I feel...glad and yet anxious whenever she touches or gets close to me."

"It sure sounds like you have 'intimate feelings' for this girl." You looked down at the floor tiles. "I don't see why you shouldn't just tell her." Mycroft fell silent after you said that. "Who is she, anyway? Do I know her?"

"Yes, I do believe you know her," Mycroft replied. You looked up at him as he looked anxiously at you.

"Really? Then who is it?" You racked your brain for the girls you knew that fit the description Mycroft had given you. "Molly?"

"You mean woman that Sherlock manipulates?" Mycroft asked. "Definitely not."

You fell silent after that. You had many friends that were boys, but a rare few of girl friends. "I don't know then."

"I'll give you a hint, then,"
Mycroft said playfully. "She's sitting in this room."

You began to look around until you realized you were still in the kitchen af it was just you and Mycroft. "Wait..." You jumped out of your seat, excited as happiness grew inside of your stomach, and tackled/wrapped your arms around a very shocked government worker, who hugged back timidly.

It wasn't until then you both realized that Sherlock was still here and was simply listening outside the door as he whooped and hollered for being right outside the door.  You were going to kill your flatmate, but for now you were happy in Mycroft's arms.

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A/N: Yayyyy. I got this done in less than a dayyyyyyy!!! I'm proud of myself.

I'm sorry if Mycroft is a little OOC, but I tried...

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!!

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