•Teenlock•Parentlock• If All Else Fails

3• A Disasterous Dinner

"You have no idea who's downstairs." Mycroft said, his face pale and his voice wobbly.

"Our grandparents maybe? Not that scary." Sherlock sighed.

"No Sherlock. Their are girls downstairs. Sherlock, they've done it. They've picked our wives." Mycroft said, tears threatening to pour out his eyes. He bowed his head.

"W... why do you care?" Sherlock asked, stammering. This was going to be hard. He'd have to talk to this girl. She'd have been specially picked. Boring, unintelligent, someone that would look good for the Holmes name.

"I don't want a wife, Sherlock!" Mycroft yelled. "Let alone one they picked out!" He slumped to the floor and held his head in his hands. "What are we going to do, little brother?"

"Disgust them." Sherlock said, sitting opposite his upset brother. "We'll make them wish they'd never applied for the job."

"Isn't it sad," Mycroft sighed. "Being the wife of a Holmes his a job."

"It's a lot of work." Sherlock laughed. "We're going to make it a lot harder, brother mine."

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To: John Watson

Subject: Wives.

My John.

You cannot even try to imagine the horror that has come up in my house. My grandparents have come to dinner, and so has my future wife! And Mycrofts too! It's terrible, no one seems to know my heart is reserved for another. It's just awful! Mycroft feels the same. Our plan is to repulse these women as much as possible, and hopefully they will refuse to be with us.

Lots of love, Sherlock xxx

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"Sherlock! Mycroft!" Sherlock heard Mrs Hudson yell.

"Ready brother?" Mycroft asked, squeezing his shoulder. This was the largest sign of affection that Mycroft had shown his brother in years.

"Right." Sherlock sighed. "Into battle."

The brother walked down the large wooden staircase to see their parents, grandparents and two other women all gazing up at them. Sherlock smiled at his parents and grandparents, and blanked the younger girl, obviously Meant for him. "Boys!" Their mother said, a smile that didn't reach her eyes on her face. "Sherlock, Mycroft this is Katherine and Annabelle Walker." She said. "Katherine is studying law in university and Annabelle is personal assistant to our current head of government Security."

"Please," Annabelle smiled at Mycroft. "Call me Anna and my sister here Kathy. I apologise, Sherlock. She's very quiet." Sherlock felt a pang of Pity towards Katherine. She didn't want to be there, that was clear enough.

All eight persons sat around the table, eating. Annabelle awkwardly tried to start a conversation. "Boys! What are you studying?" Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but his mother answered for him.

"Mycroft his working in the law side of the government. Very hush hush, even us, his own parents don't know what he does exactly!" She laughed. Mycroft rolled his eyes.

"You would know if you bothered to talk to us." He muttered. Everyone heard. Annabelle kept smiling, her eyes panicked at this sudden change in atmosphere. Sherlock deduced that she was used to being alone, but had always wanted a big family and friends.

"What about you Sherlock?" Katherine spoke for the first time this evening. Katherine seemed nice enough, to Sherlock. She was shy, and nervous. Way to unconfident to even be friends with Sherlock, let alone marry him. She had honey coloured hair that was cut into a messy pixie cut, and huge round blue eyes, making her look even younger, innocent and timid. Her sister was a different story. Confident, 'the leader.' Sherlock decided. She had dyed black hair that was cut into a bob, had a secret tattoo somewhere, she wore a size 10 even though she was a 14. All about the image.

"I..." Sherlock began.

"Sherlock was deemed smarter than the professors at his university, so now he helps out the police on frankly unsolvable cases." His mother said, proudly. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"I chose to be a detective. Please excuse my mother, she likes to... Exaggerate." Sherlock hissed.

"Shall we all take a walk? Boys? Kathy?" Annabelle said, trying to break the tension.

"Sure." Mycroft said, winking at his icy little brother.

A:N

Sorry! I know it's been ages! I try to write everyday but I'm constantly distracted by things such as fanfiction and certain cheekbones.

Lots of sherlockian love:

~izzy~