Boyfriend Development Program

"His name is Seamus, Seamusholmes, my nephew."

In the living room on the second floor, Mycroft was sitting on the sofa, still holding the little black umbrella that never left him.With his usual decent smirk, a certain British government looked at John quietly for a moment, then pointed to the curly-haired boy sitting beside him and said.Immediately, he stroked Seamus' curly hair again, and successfully got the boy's dodge and disgusted stare. He didn't care, pointed at John and introduced, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became weird for some reason: " Seamus, this is the dr.waston, john h. watson I mentioned to you."

"Hello, seamus." John opened his mouth, and finally squeezed out a greeting from his throat.His gaze turned to the other Holmes involuntarily, and he hesitated for a while before he asked—obviously, he hoped to get the answer he wanted from the other party, "...your nephew?"

"Yes, nephew." Mycroft nodded without hesitation, then added after a pause, "Ours." He added emphasis on the second half of the sentence.He knew that as smart as John, he would quickly understand what he meant.

— "Ours." Mycroft pointed to his and Sherlock's.

Of course, John is very clear.

…Just, how did he not know that Sherlock had a nephew? (Well, his best roommate never mentioned his family members to him).Moreover, it looks weird... It's like a miniature version of his good roommate!If it wasn't for his good roommate claiming to be married to work, plus mycroft's introduction, he would have almost regarded this boy as Sherlock's illegitimate child!

"That..." John muttered, and finally decided to shift his gaze from mycroft to Seamus, "...seamus? You..."

"I don't know." The boy's eyes were obviously attracted by a certain set of experimental instruments placed on the dining table (obviously, John·A good man·Watson didn't clean up Sherlock's favorite), and he replied intently.

"What..." John just uttered a syllable, and was robbed by the boy's voice again: "I don't know Sherloes." Seamus retracted his gaze, his gray-green eyes suddenly became sharp, and stared at the little boy across from him. The tall man continued with sharp words: "John, how long has it been since you used your poor little head?! Oh God, please, please don't make me doubt the average IQ of 221b!"

"" John widened his eyes and glanced at the curly-haired boy who was shining brightly due to sharp words, and muttered to himself in disbelief. ——Same sharp words, same impatient expression, same habit of curling lips... God, isn't this child in front of you really Sherlock's illegitimate child?Or, when did the genes of the collateral relatives be similar to this degree?With a stiff face, he moved to the smug British government again, "Have your family's genes always been this terrible?"

"Ahem." mycroft coughed uncomfortably, "seamus has always been like this. You know, like sherlock." Mycroft still had a decent smile on his face, and he looked at seamus with a smile in his eyes A trace of superficial pampering.Soon, his gaze became a little unnatural.Of course, he has reason to be unnatural, because the damn boy has already begun to study the experimental equipment on the dining table with great interest.

——Damn it, he knew that even if he lost his memory, Sherlock was still that damned Sherloes!

Just like yesterday, when the other party suddenly found him.As a matter of course, a certain British government official recalled the scene of his confrontation with the curly-haired boy, and the expression on his face became more and more unnatural——

"You are mycroft?" After being led to a certain solemn office, the boy was not afraid, and looked at him with gray-green eyes. ——this successfully aroused mycroft's interest (no doubt, "this" also includes the other party's curly hair, pupils and long face).He put down the official document in his hand, crossed his hands, and looked at the curly-haired boy with a smile: "I am. I heard that you are looking for me?"

"I lost my memory. But I deduced that I was your relative, you and Sherlock." The boy sat across from him carelessly, his gray-green eyes turned bright green because of the imprinted lights.He stared at the man in front of him with a firm voice, "I think, you must know who I am."

"Amnesia?" There was obvious consternation in mycroft's words, he looked up and down the curly-haired boy in front of him: the other party managed to let him see him in the name of "sherlock", at first mycroft thought it was just a cover ( Although he knows that his dear brother is indeed not dead), but now he has to admit that maybe the other party is telling the truth. ——He even dared to use his weight and hairline to bet that the Sherlock he remembered as a child was almost carved out of the same mold as the boy in front of him!Excluding unrealistic ideas such as illegitimate children or human cloning (don't underestimate the monitoring of Sherlock by the British government at any time), a guess suddenly swept through his mind, he squinted his eyes, "When did you find yourself Amnesiac?"

"One day ago. In Cardiff. When I woke up, I found that I lost my memory." The boy only glanced at the man, and an imperceptible eagerness flashed across his expressionless face, "So, who am I?"

"Seamusholmes." Mycroft spat out a name with a smile on his face. He has been "mortal enemy" with his younger brother for so many years, and of course he knows how to avoid being noticed by that extremely intelligent head.However, even if he is sure that the boy is Sherlock, there are necessary procedures. After all, it is not easy for ordinary people to encounter small size + amnesia. "But, we must verify it."

The results were pleasing to the eye, dna proved that the curly-haired boy in front of him was a genuine consulting detective.In the end, mycroft decided to throw the trouble of this upgraded version (warning again, don't underestimate Sherlock's ability to cause trouble, especially the reduced version) to the amiable and respectable Dr. Watson again. Tsk, tell everyone on purpose His dear, amnesiac, shrunken brother named "seamus" and throwing the boy back in 221b...believe him, he's definitely not in any mood for a good show.

"Mycroft, what bad idea are you thinking of!" Seeing the slightly raised corners of the British government's mouth, the boy successfully frowned again, "I tell you, it's best to put away your tricks!" He will never forget, How miserable the night was. —and said it was "for my favorite nephew," damn the British Government! Seamus glanced at the man angrily, and once again cursed in his heart that the man's weight would never decrease.Soon, his eyes couldn't help but focus on the little man beside him. The boy's face paused slightly, and his anger subsided a little: In comparison, this man named John was much cuter, and he deserved to be chosen by Sherlock. people.

For some reason, compared to Mycroft, he had a good impression of Sherlock, and was even willing to trust that person's values ​​intuitively.Facts have proved that Sherlock is indeed much more reliable than Mycroft. ——Mycroft will never know, just one night, his amiable and respectable brother once again classified him as a "mortal enemy", and immediately felt that staying with John was far better than returning to a gorgeous house Li is much cuter.

"Seamus, it breaks my heart for you to say that." Mycroft's smile froze on his lips, and then he straightened his face—a movement that returned the boy's sneer.Unsurprisingly, he chose to ignore it, and turned to John, who was still confused about the situation, with a smile on his face, "Dr.waston, as you can see, Seamus and Sherlock are just as hostile to me. So, we can only let him go temporarily I'm in foster care with you."

"Wh... wait!" The astonishment on John's face was even worse, he almost looked at the boy in front of him with a headache, the familiar curly hair and eyes made him flinch suddenly, "mycroft, you can't..."

"It's so decided!" Mycroft stood up happily, and his little black umbrella slid an elegant arc in the air due to the movement of his standing up, "By the way, I forgot to say something. Seamus has always been very close My brother, so, you know... well, another sherlock."

"But he's not Sherlock!" John almost exhausted all his strength to yell out this sentence.In the next second, he suddenly collapsed on the sofa, panting heavily.Soon, his chest was aching as if filled with a red-hot iron, "He's not... God, how could he... He... sherlock..."

"Iknow. (I know. I know)" Mycroft glanced at Seamus with a complicated expression, and happened to meet the boy's eyes—a trace of naked suspicion flashed through the slight squinting, and comforted John almost like a sigh, "So I think it's better for Seamus to stay by your side."

"But..." John squirmed his lips, and just about to say something, the next second he heard a slightly low "John", with the unique melody of a boy before his voice changed.He turned his head subconsciously, and then saw the familiar stubbornness on Seamus' face, that figure soaked in the warm afternoon sun, even more beautiful and almost angelic. ——Extremely like that person. John looked away in a bit of embarrassment, and then he heard the surrender from the bottom of his heart, "...Okay."

"Thank you, John."

John, who looked away, naturally didn't notice the momentary brilliance bursting out of Seamus' eyes.

Mycroft shook his head, smiled and left 221b.