Reader Inserts (Random One-Shots)

Mycroft x Reader ~ the Train Tragedy

            That evening you had been released just like she had said, you had a boot for your broken foot, and you were still wrapped where your ribs were. They had stitched up your face so all that was left was a bandage protecting the new stitching from elements of harm. You were covered in bruises, but that was the least of your worries with the foot issue. You were given your few personal belongings, and you were released. You grinned brightly exiting the hospital entrance searching the street for a taxi, as you stood your phone rang in your pocket, and you quickly answered it.

            “Hello?” You somewhat questioned, you’re not sure who would be attempting to reach you at this point in time.

            “Step into the car, Ms. (l/n). And please do not be alarmed, no harm will come if you do as told.” You heard a British accent on the other end, posh and eloquent. You knew it was someone wanting information about the crash, but were they the one in charge of the disaster or the one in charge of saving lives? Nervously you hung up the phone as a black dimmed window car pulled up, and after a moment you reluctantly got inside of it. You dreaded your choice immediately, you may have just willingly turned yourself in to terrorists! You quickly looked at your options of escape, out the door was currently your best bet but the car was already in a fast motion. A lady sat beside you, almost causing you to jump in surprise, and you quickly interrogated her.

            “Where are you taking me?” You tried to be tough but your voice betrayed you a little bit. The made-up woman wearing formal attire glanced up from her phone with a small smile.

            “To see my boss.” She replied blandly causing you to become more anxious. She noticed your scared form and glanced at you again. The car slowed when it reached a building, the place was run down and most definitely falling apart. The car stopped and the driver opened your door, you took one last glance at the woman and left the vehicle quickly assessing your surroundings. In the middle of the cemented flooring, there stood a man leaning on an umbrella, he stood beside a set of chairs and a wooden table. You slowly walked towards the weird office like layout holding a confident posture as to not alert the man of your distress, and you soon reached him and the table.

            “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. (l/n).” The mysterious man with an umbrella stated, holding his hand out for a polite shake. “My name is Mycroft Holmes.” You put your hand out a little doubtfully and gave his a shake. “Please have a seat.” You did as you were told and Mr. Holmes smiled at you and sat across from your chair. After a moment of him looking over your nervous features he leaned forward a little in his seat. “You weren’t supposed to be on that train.” He said inquisitively.

            “Trains aren’t supposed to be filled with corpses.” You retorted, gaining confidence knowing he was only interrogating in a calm demeanor. Mycroft leaned back letting out a smile sigh, he most definitely was used to and annoyed with remarks like those.

            “I don’t think you realize the damage you could have caused (y/n).” He commented solemnly, clasping his hands together.

            “Then do share, because it probably wouldn’t have been as bad as that of the terrorists.” You jabbed back, not fond of being questioned in a condescending manner. “Let me tell you, that the terrorists wouldn’t have even thought the plan through if I was in charge of the operation. You could have saved all that money on the transportation of fresh dead people, the time, and the effort really.” This caused him to scoff, though he had a glint in his eye of near surprise and thrill that you had questioned him.

            “We needed them to think they reached their goal so that we could dispose of them in a simpler and less time consuming manner. It was a perfect plan, but somehow you got on the train, and that’s what I want to know. Do tell, how exactly did you get a ticket for that specific car?”

            “I have a very specific skill set Mr. Holmes that is all.” You replied and gave him no further information. He smirked and turned to a file folder on the table that sat in front of him.

            “You know what I find intriguing, Ms. (l/n)? I have a file on anyone and everyone of somewhat importance. Whether they’re a threat or an asset, I have very detailed information on them. And this file here, happens to be yours.” Mycroft slid the file folder across the table to you, and you smirked upon opening it. “It’s extremely rare for someone to have a blank folder, in fact you happen to be the only one, would you like to share why yours is empty?”

            “Not really feeling the inclination to, no.” You told him folding your arms across your chest in an annoyed manner.

            “Look (y/n), if you fail to give me information, then I will have to arrest you under the wishes of the British government. And sadly, you will be spending the rest of your life behind bars in an English prison, unless of course you now feel motivated to share some things about yourself.” He grinned falsely and you rolled your eyes leaning forward and giving in to his needs.

            “Fine Mr. Holmes, I’ll tell you everything about me, which actually happens to be nothing. I don’t exist, I’m not alive, and I’m not dead. I have no history, I have no past, and I will continue to go about my life in that manner. Now I assume you know my skill set.” You finished giving him your information and leaned back waiting for his reply.

            “You aren’t like anyone I’ve met that’s for sure, but really, a hacker? I almost expected more, though it is still quite impressive…” Mycroft twiddled his umbrella in his hand while staring into your eyes. “Luckily for you I have a job opening.”

            “I already have a job, though thank you for the kind offer.” You retorted and gave a bored demeanor. Mycroft leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table whilst watching you intently.

“I could raise your pay to triple the amount.” He replied in attempt to win you over. You smirked at his neediness and the fact that everything had come into your hands now, you held the power now.

“You may want to take that back once you see my current pay.” You chuckled and stood from the chair.

            “You work for the British government, and I’ll give you housing and enough money to get by, even more if necessary.” He called trying not to lose your interest. You stopped walking and turned back around looking at the now desperate man.

            “Just if I work for the English?” You asked with a grin.

            “No, if you work for me, on my personal team.” Mycroft answered standing and walking over to you.

            “M16?” You questioned looking over the man you presumed was a director of some sort.

            “No, something more secretive, and much more important. Like I said, my team.” Mr. Holmes said in a much happier mood now that you were complying.

            “So, just my skill set?” You asked excited, you were getting a job as an agent or something else fun.

            “Yes, though I may have someone work on your tactical skills in the fighting area. But I’ll take that as a yes?” He showed his teeth in a true smile, you were far more fascinating than other goldfish to him, maybe even more fun to speak with than his brother.

            “I’ll take the job.” You answered with a bright grin shaking his hand again as a deal, and then following him into the vehicle towards your brand new life.