[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

There is a law in the world called Murphy's Law: If something has the possibility of going bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always happen, and the more you don't want it to happen, the more likely it will happen.

Yesterday, after John coaxed Sherlock for a long time, he almost raised his hand to swear that he would definitely and never go back to Oklahoma with McCoff the next day. People were coaxed to be quiet, but who knew that by the next morning, McCoff would come to the door with a self-recommendation of "If it's not the mountain, I'll be the mountain".

"John, did you get along well with Sherlock after marriage?"

"Mai...Macrof!" John who opened the door covered his mouth that was about to scream, then turned his head subconsciously, and carefully looked in the direction of the bathroom where Sherlock was.It's over! ! !

"Oh~ John, it seems that you are very surprised by my visit?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, thinking that it would be more appropriate for John to say he saw a ghost rather than being surprised.Well, since he was Sherlock's 'daughter-in-law', he didn't blame him for his faux pas.Mycroft's dress will never change, he still holds a long-handled black umbrella in his hand at all times, he still wears an elegant and classic three-piece suit, and he still wears that eternally unchanging dress that can definitely be listed on his face. The standard smile that entered the etiquette textbook.

"This, me... that..." John just held the doorknob like this, blocking the whole person in the crack of the door, his expression was as tangled as he wanted.Although Mycroft was a well-mannered gentleman aside from his receding hairline, John now felt as if he had seen hell in broad daylight.He had already clearly promised Sherlock that he would not go to Mycroft. Who knows that God's will makes people impermanent, and the British government came to 221B to see Sherlock today.John couldn't help thinking that the big detective and Mycroft met each other like sparks hitting the earth. Even if John didn't have the superb reasoning ability of the Holmes brothers, he could still predict that 221B would be full of excitement today. And it was inevitable that he would be involved in the war.

"Damn Mycroft, you came to our house again! What do you want to do?" The curly-haired detective with a toothbrush in his mouth and a mouth full of white toothpaste foam jumped out of the bathroom instantly when he heard the familiar voice of conversation outside.What made John feel funny was that after seeing Mycroft, not only did Sherlock speak more powerfully than yesterday, but even his black curly hair stood up quite a bit, making him more energetic.In John's view, this elder brother is really a cure for his family's Sherlock's spirit~ Think about it, yesterday Sherlock looked so depressed.

"Oh! My brother, you must be very happy to see me? Look, you can't wait to run out to meet me." Mycroft picked up the black umbrella and handed it to the door to stand John, then, stretched out his hand and pushed open the half-open door, stepped into the door frame, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards Sherlock.

"For God's sake! Seeing you really makes people feel that even the air this morning is black. Where did you see the little bit of happy expression on my face? Mycroft, I suggest you finish reading After the dentist, I have to see an ophthalmologist." After finishing speaking, Sherlock took out the toothbrush from his mouth, pressed the maximum power button on the handle of the electric toothbrush, and then plugged it back in, brushing his white teeth desperately , as if brushing Mycroft.

"Sherlock, don't talk casually while brushing your teeth, and it's better not to use such a high-powered electric toothbrush, which will easily cause gum bleeding, which is not good for your health. Didn't I teach you to maintain good living habits since childhood?" Well, these words are just casually spoken by Mycroft.Think of what he taught Sherlock as a child!Since this bear child entered the rebellious period, everything is gone forever.Still counting on Sherlock to maintain good living habits?He didn't torture himself to death, so Mycroft should thank God for blessing his only brother!

"John, where is the broom?" Sherlock stretched out his hand to push back a small black curly hair hanging from his forehead, and then looked at John who was hanging Mycroft's black umbrella on the mahogany hanger, and said asked.

"What do you want to do with the broom? You don't have to worry about the hygiene in the house." John put the black umbrella on the top hook, clapped his hands, and then turned around from the hanger to look at Sherlock, with a look on his face Helpless.The pair of Holmes brothers obviously just stood opposite to each other, but they insisted on creating an atmosphere full of swords and swords.John felt that as long as there were this pair of brothers with a peculiar way of getting along, he could see the battlefield.

John thinks that although he is a soldier who has really experienced the war in Afghanistan, it is simply incomparable with this 'battlefield'.He still had to be a little self-aware, and would never take the initiative to participate in the battlefield between the Holmes brothers unless necessary, because John didn't want him to know how he 'died' at all.

"Take a broom and blast this guy who has been listed as the most unpopular guy at 221B Baker Street this year!"

"Sherlock, are you disrespectful like this?"

"Don't follow me to 'Brothers and Brothers', don't even think about it!"

"Daddy and Mommy will be very sad when they hear that."

"Go sad yourself first, John! The broom!!" Sherlock yelled loudly, regardless of the foam on his lips, and his eyes were dangling in the living room, trying to find the hand that he didn't know where he was. He Fang's broom, in his eyes, is a completely useless item, so that he deleted it from the hard drive early in the morning.Sherlock gritted his teeth in his heart. If he found it, he would definitely use that broom to drive McCoff down the stairs from the living room, and then throw him out the door of 221B until he rolled smoothly back into the black-headed car. until it completely disappears.

"When did Mycroft become the most unpopular person in Baker Street 221B? Why didn't I know?" John looked at Sherlock blankly, but stood by the door without any intention of moving.

"What I say, it's up to me in 221B! Mycroft is the most unpopular person here, bar none! It will take effect from this very moment today." Sherlock said with a serious look on his face. First of all, if he didn't hold a sea-blue soft-bristled electric toothbrush in his hand, the effect and atmosphere might be better.

"Sherlock, you are still so awkward. Haven't you ever thought that I and you are in the same camp?" Mycroft gave Sherlock a helpless and conniving look, turned around, stepped on the wool blanket, and sat down calmly. Sitting on the sofa, his face was full of indifference.Oh~ come on!If someone has been treated like an enemy by his own brother for more than ten years, all kinds of contradictory, all kinds of non-cooperation, he thinks that everyone will get used to this scene, right?What all the fuss is about.

Of course, sometimes there will be a little bit of a headache for McCoff, because sometimes Sherlock's willfulness has crossed his bottom line.For example, like the Bohemia scandal case that the royal family asked two years ago, although he didn't mind Sherlock seeing him in a sheet, but he was very concerned about others seeing his brother wrapped in a white sheet , isn't it obvious that you want to have a good time and let outsiders eat tofu to take advantage of it?

The principle that Mycroft has always followed is: he would rather let outsiders die than let the younger brother suffer.

"John."

"In~" Seeing John answering Mycroft automatically and consciously, this made Sherlock feel uncomfortable again.Sure enough, no matter what, it is impossible for him to coexist peacefully with this 'enemy', if he doesn't like it, he just doesn't like it!

"You make us a cup of coffee, we have business to talk about later." Ignoring this childish younger brother who learned how to fry cat hair early in the morning, Mycroft found a comfortable position and leaned on the red sofa chair, lifting his chin , commanded John the 'sister-in-law' who was still wise enough to stay away from the battlefield of their two brothers.

"Yes~" In John's heart, the eldest brother Mycroft is the most powerful and invincible one in the world, and this thick leg must be hugged tightly.

"John is mine, you are not allowed to order him."

"Okay, Sherlock, hurry up and brush your teeth, we'll wait for you outside." Facing Sherlock who started to spread his wings to protect the cubs again, Mycroft waved at him angrily.After thinking about it seriously, Mycroft smiled at John in an inscrutable way, and added, "Actually, John, if you prepare breakfast and let Sherlock finish eating first, I think it would be great. "

Regarding the news that he will be notified, Mycroft is not worried about anything else, the only thing he is worried about is that his younger brother will be so angry that he can't even eat breakfast if he knows the news he brought.This can't be done, haven't you seen that Sherlock has become so thin that it looks like a bamboo pole that will collapse in the wind?No matter how hard it is to maintain the eating habits of three meals a day, maybe one day it will become skinny and skinny.

For God's sake!What if Sherlock is disgusted by John at that time?He said at the time that he would absolutely never accept the return application! !Therefore, other things are easy to discuss, but there is no room for negotiation on Sherlock's physical problems.

"John, look what I brought for you for breakfast. These are the delicious waffles I just baked this morning... What's wrong with everyone?" Mrs. Hudson coincidentally brought up the breakfast Came in with a big plate of toasted waffles.Mrs. Hudson, who had finally returned to normal, now had a gentle smile on her face that John felt familiar with. She took a strange look at Sherlock who was rushing into the bathroom and shrugged helplessly at her before turning around. John, who walked into the kitchen, suddenly understood.

"Mycroft, when did you come here? I thought Christmas was coming, and your government officials would be busy." Putting the baked waffles on the coffee table, Mrs. Hudson sat down on the sofa next to McCoff down.

"Mrs. Hudson, you made waffles today but brought them here. Are you on a diet?" Mycroft squinted his eyes and looked up and down Mrs. Hudson, who was wearing a loose beige dress at home today. , the tone was extremely precise and directly pointed to the facts: "You went for a run this morning. Judging by your complexion and breathing rate, it should not exceed the range of 500 meters from Baker Street. There are still green and fresh grass clippings and dirt on your shoes. It seems that you It should be a morning run in Bacchus Park, it seems that yesterday you fell out of love again, no, it shouldn’t be called lovelorn, because you dumped that gentleman~”

"Yes, yes, I have lost my love again. Is there any problem?" Now it was Mrs. Hudson's turn to get angry.The two brothers of the Sherlock Holmes family like to poke people's feet. What's the big deal about falling in love?There are at least hundreds of thousands of people falling out of love in London every day!

"There is no problem, but I just want to advise Mrs. Hudson that it is better for you to remain single."

"why?"

"Because according to my observations, there are almost no men born in the entire British Empire who are suitable for you. Maybe you can find more effective ones from foreign countries." Mycroft changed the position of his left and right feet and continued to stand upright, reaching out to take John Handed over the coffee, he suggested to Mrs. Hudson in a quite affirmative tone.

"Mycroft, do you suggest that Mrs. Hudson's mate selection conditions should be developed abroad?" Putting another cup of coffee in front of Mrs. Hudson, John sat down on the sofa to join in with the last two cups of coffee. into their discussions.

"However, I'm afraid that the language, customs, and habits are not the same." Mrs. Hudson lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, put the cup back on the tea table, propped her cheek with one hand, and spoke out her worries.

"Isn't it important to synchronize globalization now? Maybe you can really give it a try." John quite agrees with Mycroft's suggestion.Although, he also felt that there was no need for Mrs. Hudson to go on like this, but who would make her happy?

"..." It shouldn't be necessary to rise to the strategic level of 'globalization' to make an appointment for a meeting or a relationship, right?Mrs. Hudson felt that it was better to keep a low profile in her life, and there was no need for such a high-end and high-end love affair.

"How about going to Eastern Europe? The environment there is good and the climate is pleasant. According to the survey, there are a lot of well-mannered and handsome old men there." Mycroft continued to be persuasive.

"..." No matter how John looked at it, he felt suspicious. Mycroft would recommend Mrs. Hudson to find a boyfriend in Eastern Europe so strongly. Either there was a conspiracy or something was going to happen.However, after receiving a light glance from Mycroft, John immediately swallowed the question that was about to blurt out with difficulty.They all said that they should hug Mycroft's thick thighs tightly, how can they spoil other people's good deeds?Based on the principle that dead friends never die poor, Mrs. Hudson, may God bless you, Amen~!

"Then I'm going on a Christmas trip to Eastern Europe tomorrow?" Mrs. Hudson, who had been struggling for a long time, looked up at Mycroft with hope.

"Very good and wise decision." Mycroft smiled and blessed: "I hope you can have a wonderful Christmas holiday in Eastern Europe, Mrs. Hudson. As far as I know, Inspector Lestrade In the past two days, I will also go to Eastern Europe on business, and it is also a good thing that you can go out together and travel with each other."

"Oh~ Inspector Lestrade is going to Eastern Europe at Christmas? Didn't he say he wants to go home to accompany his daughter?" John looked at Mycroft in surprise, holding a large piece of sweet Hua The husband cake also forgot to eat it.

"Yes, I heard that Scotland Yard has a transnational case that requires him to go to Eastern Europe to assist in the investigation."

"That's such a pity. He must be very sad not to be able to go home?"

"Sad? Maybe."

"What are you sad about?" Sherlock had already changed into a neat and slim black suit, walked over from the bedroom refreshed, and took the big piece from John's hand unceremoniously. One bite of the waffle was eaten away, and he slumped into the armchair John was sitting on.

"Sherlock, that's mine!" John quit.He was surprised, Mrs. Hudson made a big plate and put it in front of him, why does this guy always like to grab his food?He has no magic, and food doesn't taste better through his hands, does it?

"That's mine now. Look, it's gone~" Sherlock quickly wiped out the pie like a groundhog, and did not forget to show off the empty five in front of John after eating. With slender fingers, although the entire cheek is swollen by the waffle, the pronunciation of the mouth is still very clear.

"Then you can't eat in such a hurry, be careful of choking." Now, John is not angry but worried.He stretched out his fingers and poked both sides of the big detective's cheeks politely. John looked helpless, but he changed hands indulgently, picked up the cup of coffee reserved for him on the coffee table, and handed it to Sherlock, signaling him to hurry up after chewing. Drink coffee, otherwise Sherlock will really choke, and he will be so distressed.

"Hiccup~"

"Look, I told you not to eat in such a hurry. It's not that you haven't been allowed to eat for a few days. Are you serious?" Rolling his eyes at Detective Curly, John complained angrily.The movement of his hands was unequivocal, and he immediately put his arms around Sherlock's waist halfway, pulling him to lean against him, and the palms of his hands followed his breath from top to bottom on his back.

"Hi~hich~~ It's this waffle's fault, not mine!" Sherlock tucked a curly hair into John's shoulder socket, pouted, complaining to John while belching unhappily.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's all wrong, it's all because of this waffle, it doesn't matter if it doesn't look good, and it choked the only consulting detective in our world." John said to Sherlock with ease. Shun Mao.I really don't know if it's his illusion, why has Sherlock become more and more younger in front of him since he got married?Is he considered to be a babysitter named 'Sherlock Holmes' while getting married?

"Humph~"

"I think so, the waffles I made are actually not too ugly. Mycroft, what do you think?" I looked at the two couples who were still tired of hugging each other, and then looked at the whole room. There were pink bubbles floating in the air, and Mrs. Hudson turned her head to ask McCaw suspiciously.

"Yeah." Mycroft gave an unclear answer. He was clasping his hands on his knees, watching the interaction between his Sherlock and John with a look of satisfaction.

"……"have to!Another perfunctory one.

"You haven't told me what happened just now." Recalling what happened just now in his mind, Sherlock raised his head from John's shoulder, looked back and forth between Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson, and finally Back to John, who was half-embracing him.

"John, I heard that Eastern Europe has been much more stable than the British mainland recently." After John explained to Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson raised her finger and joked with John.The meaning seems to mean something and it seems to be just a joke.

"That's..." Mycroft and Sherlock looked at each other, the kind of cryptic information exchange probably only the two of them could understand.In the end, McCoff took a deep look at Mrs. Hudson, with that unrecognizable smile still on her face.I just sighed a little in my heart, this Mrs. Hudson looks ordinary, but she is very extraordinary.

"Sherlock, do you also think that Mrs. Hudson will gain something by going to Eastern Europe?" John took Sherlock's cool hand, slowly clasped his fingers, and then held it back, asking with a worried tone.He didn't know if Mrs. Hudson would find a high-quality foreign boyfriend in Eastern Europe, he was just a little worried about what would happen to her alone in a foreign country.That was Eastern Europe, not England, and only England was the territory of their Sherlock Holmes family.

"Won't Detective Lestrade go with you?" Sherlock patted the back of John's fleshy hand and comforted him.

"But... Inspector Lestrade is going on a business trip to investigate the case, and it is impossible to be with Mrs. Hudson anytime and anywhere." In any case, in John's mind, the gentle and kind Mrs. Hudson has already It's one of his relatives in this world. If he is alone on vacation in a foreign country, he will naturally be worried.

"I can use deduction to assure you that Mrs. Hudson will definitely be very safe in Eastern Europe. If you are still worried about John, then I will send a few more people to protect her, right?" Considering anyone other than Sherlock.In fact, it doesn't count, because John will be worried because of Mrs. Hudson, and Sherlock will be worried about John, so in the final analysis, it is because of Sherlock.

"Mycroft, won't it be inconvenient to do this?"

"No, Fanzheng is just passing by." Mycroft took a few bites of the waffle, then took a sip of coffee gracefully, and continued: "John, in terms of observation and reasoning, I am better than Sherlock. . If the job of being a detective consists only of reasoning in an armchair, then I must be the greatest detective in the world."

"It's a pity that you have neither the desire to be a detective nor the leisure energy. You don't even bother to prove your own conclusions, and you would rather be considered a fallacy than take the trouble to prove your own correctness. "Sherlock followed up.

"Really?" John looked at Mycroft curiously.

"John, you know that sometimes a case has to go to a judge or jury, not just Scotland Yard, and the evidence needs to be investigated, and that has to be done. Mycroft never gets involved in any actual Work, he hates all the actions of running around outside. That's why he is such a lazy person that he has developed such a physique that is extremely prone to obesity. You see, he only ate two large pieces of Black Forest cake that day. Today's The belly came out, quite obvious." Sherlock's explanation was actually somewhat inaccurate, in John's view, Mycroft's was not as fat as Sherlock said, although it could not be as black as Sherlock's. Compared with the tall and thin under the long windbreaker, but under the elegant and classic British three-piece suit, it can barely be called the word "thin".

The only explanation that seems plausible is the fact that McCoff should have been working really hard to lose weight recently.

"I don't want to mention the 'Black Forest Cake Incident' on the night of the wedding banquet, Sherlock." Mycroft looked at Sherlock lightly with warning eyes, and decided to take advantage of this time to formally announce the news he will bring today. "I received a call from Mommy last night. She informed us that we'd better go home today, take my official car, and leave immediately. Hurry up and pack your luggage~ my dear Sherlock and John."

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Well, poor 221B Baker Street will inevitably take a hit again due to some great detective's exasperated rants and acts of vandalism.

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