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          @addictedtobeinghimself | cont’d from here.

“None of your concern,” Sherlock said, with just a touch of venom. “Head back to the kitchen before you touch anything, would you?”

“I’ll head back as soon as I see fit.” Now, Mycroft was just lingering about to spite Sherlock. He quickly glanced over his brother’s shoulder. “Is there anything in your kitchen that I shouldn’t touch? Wouldn’t want to kill myself by mishandling an experiment of yours.”

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Joan,

Honestly, it’d be my pleasure. Also, there’s plenty of time left if you need a favor of me. Not that I expect that of you.

I like to hope so.

:) I believe I will. I’ll cook you two a meal when you’re free of case work.

Mycroft

Mycroft, 

You don’t have to do that! That’s so kind of you to offer, though. I’d feel like a freeloader. 

Sherlock’s stubborn, but I’m sure that he secretely still cares about you, in his own way. He just won’t admit to it. 

You should absolutely come by the Brownstone when you get here. We’d love to see you. 

Joan

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@completelyzonedout you should do this for riley

German Shepherd Dog painted in time for Halloween. (x)

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Perfect live for the first time (Dublin 16/10/15)

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that face

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          @addictedtobeinghimself​​ | cont’d from here.

“I FEEL pressed for time. Blend the meal, won’t you? I’ll suck it through a straw while I work. Or, with our combined histories, we could always pioneer an intravenous method for enjoying dinner.”

“Considering intravenous methods would completely bypass your taste buds, I doubt that that would be very enjoyable. Also the distinct tastes would be ruined if I’d blend it --- what’s the case about?” Mycroft diverted the conversation, he’d save this meal to be eaten later. What could he blend that Sherlock would actually consume?

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"I do not enjoy food, Mycroft -- in fact, if I had my druthers, my body would not require it."

     “Well, pity. Your body does require it,          and as I’ve cooked you a nutritious meal,          I recommend that you sit down and eat.               You look famished.”

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Joan,

I’ll make sure that you’re on the list. Your entire night will all be paid by me. Only the finest. Though, I have yet to choose a chef. As soon as I do, I’ll let you know the opening date.

As for my brother, dare I hope that your prediction is true. He hasn’t missed me since we were children.

Perhaps, I’ll come by earlier. I haven’t been to the States in a couple of years.

Mycroft, 

That’s great news! You must be excited. It’ll be nice to have a new haunt, too (if I can even get in- your place is so fancy!). 

Sherlock and I would love to see you.

Well, I would, at least. I’m sure he secretly misses you. 

Joan

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“ you had sex with my brother “ sherlock’s face in that scene

and the whole car ride after, gives me life

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           @histether | emails to: joan watson

Joan,

I was thinking of coming to New York soon. You see, my restaurant chain will be opening an extension in Tribeca, and I was wondering if I could meet up with you an my brother sometime on my trip.

Mycroft

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     And there he was, Sherlock Holmes himself. Standing across the room, glass of water lazing around in his brother’s hand which contrasted his stiff posture. An ironic picture. A man, stressed, standing over a bar of alcoholic -- RELAXATION -- beverages.

                    “I didn’t think I’d find you here,” Mycroft greeted. He’d dismissed the passing conversations minutes ago; as soon as he saw his brother, Mycroft began to wonder... What would I say first? After all, it’s been quite sometime since the two spoke.

          “Sherlock.”

                  ( &. OPEN )

                    He’s sauntered over to the bar at this point – of course under strict orders ( from both himself AND Joan ) to stay teetotal. Evidence of this is the glass of water his palm is currently wrapped around. It may look odd but he can easily fake the excuse of needing to drive should he have to. His shoulders tense as he heaves a sigh of slight annoyance, then turns his attention to the various guests spread through out the room. 

     Affair. Affair. Divorced. Going to propose. Three cats. Affair. Gay. Politician. Gay politician. 

                     Boredom is creeping in, despite the vast array of information on show for him, and it’s evident in his expression – brows furrowed with his jaw tense. 

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   ❝ Having reason to change the         locks is somewhat refreshing. ❞

     “Delightful.”

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      Mycroft nearly jumped off the kitchen counter       as his brother's hand sizzled from the heat       of the pan. His face tumbled through several       bouts of concern and brotherly compassion.

           “I knew it was one of the first two... I had            THREE guesses, wanted to use them all.                Are you okay?”

   ❝ Of little importance—-?         As if I’m petty. How would you react if– ❞

  Sherlock yelped, having inadvertently rested his palm against the hot pan and burned through several layers of skin. When he jerked away, the pan clattered to the floor, Yorkshires crumbling against the tile.

    ❝ You had it on two, ❞  he said through his teeth.     ❝ Though  technically our father could be consid-         ered  a  wanker  giving  me  trouble  at school. ❞

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     Three guesses.

“1) wankers are giving you trouble at school.  2) Dad is giving you trouble at home.  3) You’re unbelievably frustrated with some-      one or something of little importance.” 

Or big importance.           Mycroft just assumed the lesser quantity           because there wasn’t a lot that caused           Sherlock to be FEVERISHLY baking Yorkshire           pudding.

          What’s the occasion? As if Sherlock ever baked Yorkshire Pudding  for  unfettered  enjoyment.

            ❝ Three guesses. ❞

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  “Well, someone should actually EAT        them before you throw it out...        Besides, never said I was on a diet.”

Mycroft leant against the counter behind him. His eyes wandered over his brother, Mycroft wandered what was on his mind.

  “What’s the occasion?”

    ❝ I am. Small tragedy you decided to         diet the week I’m home from school. ❞