Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Never Kept Tabs, Mycroft

"Never."

A ray of sunlight shone right in her eyes and she rolled over with a grunt. She expected to run into Mycroft's back.

"My?" (Y/n) assumed he had gotten up early and was downstairs eating breakfast so she got dressed. "My, you in here?" The kitchen was empty as well. She searched the house until she came across a note taped to the front door.

John watched the two embrace one another. Who was this woman that Sherlock so willingly showed affection for?

"John, stop staring." They broke apart. "So you want to see him? I can't imagine why." A small smile bloomed on her face.

"Yes, we'd like to see him." She reveled in the confusion on his face. "Dear uncle Sherlock, could you call him here one day?" John was glad he wasn't drinking anything or else it'd would have been all over the two.

"Sherlock, an uncle?" The doctor laughed. (Y/n) finally took the time to introduce herself.

"(F/n) (L/n), Sherlock's almost big sister. You must be John Watson, my daughter and I love your blog." He shook her hand. "I grew up with this idiot, dated his brother, you know, things no normal girl should do." John smiled, he liked this woman. She was funny, witty, and was probably the first person he's seen the detective hug.

"I'm not an idiot!" Sherlock whined. (Y/n)'s phone went off.

"Sure you are, Sherly. How does tomorrow sound? I'll be here at four, have tea ready." She kissed his cheek before rushing out of the flat. The boys shook their head knowing that the elder Holmes was in a lot of trouble.

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Sherlock paced the floor, anxious for her arrival.

"Please sit down, Sherlock, you'll ruin the floor." John glanced at the man currently sitting in his chair. He set the tray down, hot tea and four cups. "Who are you so nervous about me meeting? Did you finally get a girlfriend?" Mycroft noticed the extra cup.

"Something like that." John hid his smile. The front door closed and the two flatmates glanced at each other. They heard her stop to warn Mrs. Hudson about any yelling that could occur. Sherlock went to the door to open it for the two. A girl ran in, stopping only to look at the three men before spotting Mycroft. Her eyes lit up.

"Daddy!" She ran over and hugged his neck. He struggled with what to do. He glanced over to see Sherlock talking with a (h/c) haired woman. His pulse increased.

"(Daughters name), be careful with him, he's old." Sherlock smirked. (Y/n) stepped forward, (D/n) letting go of her father and going to stand with her mom. She knelt down to her level.

"Why don't you and John take uncle Sherlock down stairs and get some coffee?" The girl nodded, grabbing their hands and pulling them downstairs. She waited until they had gone to sit in Sherlock's chair, staring into her ex's eyes. Legs crossed, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a well-worn piece of paper. Mycroft's eyes snapped to the paper.

"You kept it." It came out a statement.

"I did." She unfolded it, rubbing out the creases. He tried to keep the guilty feeling at bay as she skimmed the note he had left all those years ago.

"I did it to protect you, (Y/n)."

"What made you think this was the way to do it, Mycroft?!" She yelled. "Why couldn't you have told me to my face? You know, before you got me pregnant."

"Do you think it was easy to write that blasted thing? It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do!" He shot back. (Y/n) let out a sigh, wiping stray (h/c) strands from her face.

"Look, I didn't come here to pick a fight with you. No matter how much I wanted to hate you in the past, this is for (D/n)." She refolded the note and slid it back into her pocket. "You never kept tabs on me."

"And how do you know that?" He challenged.

"Because if you had, you wouldn't have been surprised to have an 11 year old call you daddy." She supplied smugly. "Thank you." The genuine thanks made the man confused.

"I had done enough damage." Silence filled the room. After a few minutes and a shaky breath, Mycroft caved. "I'm sorry."

"I know, My. Could you...could we try again?" He stood, going to stand in front of her, holding out a hand. (Y/n) stared at it before grabbing it and he pulled her out of Sherlock's chair. He didn't give her a verbal answer, only grabbing her face and bringing it to his.

"I told you he'd kiss her!" They heard a young voice boast. The two lovers glared at the doorway at their daughter and the two grown men.

"It was her idea." Sherlock defended.