Mystrade FF: Hearts Broken, Hearts MendedHearts Broken, Hearts MendedIt was calm; the kind of calm that came after the storm and they were left to pick up the pieces. The small room was dark; the only source of light a fireplace with the fire scarcely a glimmer. Two large armchairs stood facing the fireplace but only one of them was occupied.Mycroft Holmes was lounging in that chair, his pose not relaxed but defeated; defeated by all the problems he had to solve, all the traces he had to cover up to make sure no one knew who the source of the information leak was. He might be angry with Sherlock but he'd do anything to protect his little brother. The biggest problem was that the only person Sherlock really needed protection from was the consulting detective himself. Mycroft liked to believe that now he had John Watson as his ally on a quest to save his brother from himself.This though, this dark room and the quiet, was not about his younger brother. And Sherlock did not hesitate to remind him.
Some Summer"Some summer, eh?"Silence."I mean come on, we've only had like a week of warm weather.""Stop exaggerating John.""Oh, so now you're talking to me?"Blackberry keys started clacking at an inhuman pace."Sherlock, how long will this 'silent treatment' last? It's becoming quite childish."Sherlock continued texting angrily, presumably to Lestrade. He had hardly put the phone down since we entered the flat."Come on Sherlock, I've said I'm sorry about a million times!""I hope this isn't going to become a habit with you John." Sherlock mumbled, barely lifting his gaze from the mobile."Sherlock, it was an accident. It's not as if I did it deliberately just to spite you.""Tea?" asked the taller of the two as he unfolded himself from his armchair and made his way into the kitchen. John just sighed and fished out his paper while he waited for his flatmate to return, no way was he going to drop this so easily.As predicted Sherlock entered the living room with two mugs of steaming tea out