Phoenix sat cross legged on the couch, facing the television, but her eyes were closed.
He wasn’t getting better. In fact, he seemed to be getting weaker. What should she do? This wasn’t her area of expertise. She wasn’t used to looking after anyone. She rarely ever got sick. She didn’t know the procedure. What to do. And he wasn’t eating. Was that good or bad? Starve a cold, feed a fever, right? Well, he had both. She thought. Probably. Of course, he refused to let her call a doctor. Threatened her job, in fact. And that was before his mind started slipping. What would she do if he died? She would become boss, she supposed.
She sighed and breathed out heavily. Then what? She’d leave. Oh.
Avery would kill her.
If Mycroft died. Under her watch. Her life rested on Mycroft’s recovery.
She tried to convince herself that was the only investment she had in his wellbeing.
She didn’t have feelings for him.
No, no. Not her.
Her life was what was important. Her friendship with Avery.
Not Mycroft. Mycroft was just her boss. Her mission. That was all.
I only just realised how pissed off Avery would be if Mycroft died. Oh...god.....
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The Phoenix - A Sherlock Fanfic
Fanfiction[Sequel to Third Holmes] Mycroft Holmes. Calm, collected, emotionless. At least, that's what they say. But what if there was one woman towards whom he felt...something. And what if she had a secret? What if she was a spy?
