Day 11--Advent Prompt 5: Travelling
Title: I'll Be Home For Chirstmas
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade
Summary: The boys begin their journey to the Holmes Family Estate for the Holidays. This is the first part in a mini-series I am writing for the Holmes Family Christmas: Holmes for the Holidays. I'll probably use a Holiday Song title for the
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1133
Notes: Written in response to adventchallenge prompts. Every day for the first 25 days of December I will be posting a fic here.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
Sherlock was not happy to have to not only go to his family home for Christmas, but he also had to drive there with Mycroft. It wasn't as though he didn't want to go home for the Holidays, he did. He quite enjoyed seeing Mummy. It was everyone else he didn't want to see. They complained about his lack of career, how he wasn't like Mycroft, and tried to set him up with numerous people because a good boy like him shouldn't be alone.
It was annoying.
This year he had John, which was nice. He would have someone to deflect some attention. However, he had to endure the drive there with Mycroft. That was worse than...working with Anderson.
"John, why don't we just go by ourselves tomorrow?" he questioned.
John, who had heard that same question in different variations every day for the past week, sighed. "No, Sherlock. Mycroft was kind enough to get us a car. We're going with them."
"But...it's with Mycroft, John. Mycroft!" Sherlock flopped onto the sofa, ignoring John who was gathering their bags and placing them by the door.
"Yes, Sherlock. It's Mycroft." John rubbed his face, tired. "You'll just have to be a big boy."
John heard Sherlock mumble under his breath, but he refused to acknowledge it. It had taken quite a while for Sherlock to agree to even let John go with him to his family Christmas. Sherlock had assured him that it wasn't because he didnt' want John there, but because he was worried about what John would think about him after he met his extended family. Especially after the things they may or may not say about him to John.
John had had to promise Sherlock that he wouldn't treat him any differently or think less of him after talking with his family. And that he wouldn't spend any alone time with his cousin Adina. Apparently she had tried to get Greg from Mycroft at their first Christmas, and the subsequent meetings after.
Sherlock finally relented and asked John to go with him, and now he was fighting John about driving with Mycroft. Honestly, the man was more like a child than an actual adult.
The buzzer rang and John took the bags down. "Hey, Greg. Alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Mye's been complaining about the drive. You?" He said as he grabbed a bag from John and walked to the car.
John laughed when he saw the limo, but was unsurprised. "Sherlock's the same. Although he'll swear he wan't whining."
"Oh, Mycroft too. He would say that he was having a reasonable discussion, stating the negatives of driving with Sherlock." He threw the bags into the boot.
John laughed. "Sounds very...Mycroft of him" He glanced at the door, noting that Sherlock had yet to emerge. "I'll just pop in and get him."
It took John ten minutes to herd Sherlock out of the flat and into the car, Sherlock hissing pleas, promises, and threats the whole way.
John ignored him and slid into the car after Sherlock. "Was this really necessary?" he asked, gesturing with his left hand at the interior of the car.
"Yes, Mycroft. Did you have to flaunt your wealth and generosity? Greg's already with you," Sherlock commented, earning a reproachful look from John.
Mycroft just chuckled as Greg took his hand. "I figured it would be more convienent for yourself and Gregory. Neither of you have to drive there. It will be a long weekend."
Sherlock jumped at the slight pause in conversation to start telling John about the experiment he was working on. He didn't want to give Mycroft any opportunity to ridicule him or steal John's attention for tedious matters.
John humoured him for a few minutes before placing his hand on Sherlock's arm. "Sherlock, I know about it. You've already explained it to me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, two days ago while I was making tea. Remember, I asked why we didn't have any more sugar and you said that it was because you needed it for--"
"Yes. Yes. Alright," Sherlock said interrupting him. John started chatting with Mycroft and Lestrade about...football or perhaps something else. Sherlock wasn't paying attention. He grabbed John's hand and began examining it for something to do.
John pulled away from Sherlock to take something from Mycroft. So Sherlock, in a bout of annoyance, decided to ignore them all by staring out the window. He let his mind drift, thinking over other possible experiments he could work on after the holidays.
Sherlock came back to the present when John placed his hand on his knee.
"Yeah, we're exchanging gifts here." John said as he shared a look with Greg.
"And Sherlock, did you remember to get John something?" Mycroft asked with a smile.
"Of course," Sherlock responded tersely.
"Wonderful. We wouldn't want you to look foolish for something simple like forgetting a Christmas present for your beau or how to turn the heater on," Mycroft said, earning a quiet reproach from Greg.
Sherlock glared at John before shuffling to the back corner of the car, refusing to speak or look at anyone. How could John have told him that?
John sighed, shook his head, and went to sit next to him, leaving Greg to discipline Mycroft. "Sherlock?"
"I'm busy."
John quelled the urge to chuckle at his childishness, knowing that would only cause even more trouble. "Sherlock, I didn't tell him about that. He already knew." Sherlock didn't respond. "I think he might have found out from Mrs. Hudson, you know how he enjoys her company, or perhaps when he visited her he realized."
John continued talking to a non-reponsive Sherlock while he rubbed Sherlock's back. He glanced over at Greg who was having a marginally better time with his partner, due to the fact his partner came out victorious during that last round.
"I do hope you remember your diet, Mycroft? We wouldn't want you to forget about and have a repeat of 2001," Sherlock said, smirking at Mycroft.
Mycroft paled. "Yes. I have been doing well, thank you."
"That's fantastic to hear. Wouldn't want to have to explain to Aunt Rose what happened to the double-dutch chocolate cake she slaved over for hours. Again."
Mycroft turned away from Sherlock and began studiously ignoring Greg who was now trying to reassure him. Sherlock, however, became much more animated and willing to engage John in conversation.
The rest of the car ride, which in reality was only another hour and a half, felt like an eternity to John and Greg. They spent their time refereeing between the Holmes brothers as they bickered, giving the corresponding comfort, scolding, or soothing responses their partners needed, and continued to shoot each other annoyed glances both hoping the rest of the trip wouldn't be like this.
Author: aislingdoheanta
Fandom: Sherlock
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade
Summary: The boys begin their journey to the Holmes Family Estate for the Holidays. This is the first part in a mini-series I am writing for the Holmes Family Christmas: Holmes for the Holidays. I'll probably use a Holiday Song title for the
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1133
Notes: Written in response to adventchallenge prompts. Every day for the first 25 days of December I will be posting a fic here.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Obviously Not Mine
Sherlock was not happy to have to not only go to his family home for Christmas, but he also had to drive there with Mycroft. It wasn't as though he didn't want to go home for the Holidays, he did. He quite enjoyed seeing Mummy. It was everyone else he didn't want to see. They complained about his lack of career, how he wasn't like Mycroft, and tried to set him up with numerous people because a good boy like him shouldn't be alone.
It was annoying.
This year he had John, which was nice. He would have someone to deflect some attention. However, he had to endure the drive there with Mycroft. That was worse than...working with Anderson.
"John, why don't we just go by ourselves tomorrow?" he questioned.
John, who had heard that same question in different variations every day for the past week, sighed. "No, Sherlock. Mycroft was kind enough to get us a car. We're going with them."
"But...it's with Mycroft, John. Mycroft!" Sherlock flopped onto the sofa, ignoring John who was gathering their bags and placing them by the door.
"Yes, Sherlock. It's Mycroft." John rubbed his face, tired. "You'll just have to be a big boy."
John heard Sherlock mumble under his breath, but he refused to acknowledge it. It had taken quite a while for Sherlock to agree to even let John go with him to his family Christmas. Sherlock had assured him that it wasn't because he didnt' want John there, but because he was worried about what John would think about him after he met his extended family. Especially after the things they may or may not say about him to John.
John had had to promise Sherlock that he wouldn't treat him any differently or think less of him after talking with his family. And that he wouldn't spend any alone time with his cousin Adina. Apparently she had tried to get Greg from Mycroft at their first Christmas, and the subsequent meetings after.
Sherlock finally relented and asked John to go with him, and now he was fighting John about driving with Mycroft. Honestly, the man was more like a child than an actual adult.
The buzzer rang and John took the bags down. "Hey, Greg. Alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Mye's been complaining about the drive. You?" He said as he grabbed a bag from John and walked to the car.
John laughed when he saw the limo, but was unsurprised. "Sherlock's the same. Although he'll swear he wan't whining."
"Oh, Mycroft too. He would say that he was having a reasonable discussion, stating the negatives of driving with Sherlock." He threw the bags into the boot.
John laughed. "Sounds very...Mycroft of him" He glanced at the door, noting that Sherlock had yet to emerge. "I'll just pop in and get him."
It took John ten minutes to herd Sherlock out of the flat and into the car, Sherlock hissing pleas, promises, and threats the whole way.
John ignored him and slid into the car after Sherlock. "Was this really necessary?" he asked, gesturing with his left hand at the interior of the car.
"Yes, Mycroft. Did you have to flaunt your wealth and generosity? Greg's already with you," Sherlock commented, earning a reproachful look from John.
Mycroft just chuckled as Greg took his hand. "I figured it would be more convienent for yourself and Gregory. Neither of you have to drive there. It will be a long weekend."
Sherlock jumped at the slight pause in conversation to start telling John about the experiment he was working on. He didn't want to give Mycroft any opportunity to ridicule him or steal John's attention for tedious matters.
John humoured him for a few minutes before placing his hand on Sherlock's arm. "Sherlock, I know about it. You've already explained it to me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, two days ago while I was making tea. Remember, I asked why we didn't have any more sugar and you said that it was because you needed it for--"
"Yes. Yes. Alright," Sherlock said interrupting him. John started chatting with Mycroft and Lestrade about...football or perhaps something else. Sherlock wasn't paying attention. He grabbed John's hand and began examining it for something to do.
John pulled away from Sherlock to take something from Mycroft. So Sherlock, in a bout of annoyance, decided to ignore them all by staring out the window. He let his mind drift, thinking over other possible experiments he could work on after the holidays.
Sherlock came back to the present when John placed his hand on his knee.
"Yeah, we're exchanging gifts here." John said as he shared a look with Greg.
"And Sherlock, did you remember to get John something?" Mycroft asked with a smile.
"Of course," Sherlock responded tersely.
"Wonderful. We wouldn't want you to look foolish for something simple like forgetting a Christmas present for your beau or how to turn the heater on," Mycroft said, earning a quiet reproach from Greg.
Sherlock glared at John before shuffling to the back corner of the car, refusing to speak or look at anyone. How could John have told him that?
John sighed, shook his head, and went to sit next to him, leaving Greg to discipline Mycroft. "Sherlock?"
"I'm busy."
John quelled the urge to chuckle at his childishness, knowing that would only cause even more trouble. "Sherlock, I didn't tell him about that. He already knew." Sherlock didn't respond. "I think he might have found out from Mrs. Hudson, you know how he enjoys her company, or perhaps when he visited her he realized."
John continued talking to a non-reponsive Sherlock while he rubbed Sherlock's back. He glanced over at Greg who was having a marginally better time with his partner, due to the fact his partner came out victorious during that last round.
"I do hope you remember your diet, Mycroft? We wouldn't want you to forget about and have a repeat of 2001," Sherlock said, smirking at Mycroft.
Mycroft paled. "Yes. I have been doing well, thank you."
"That's fantastic to hear. Wouldn't want to have to explain to Aunt Rose what happened to the double-dutch chocolate cake she slaved over for hours. Again."
Mycroft turned away from Sherlock and began studiously ignoring Greg who was now trying to reassure him. Sherlock, however, became much more animated and willing to engage John in conversation.
The rest of the car ride, which in reality was only another hour and a half, felt like an eternity to John and Greg. They spent their time refereeing between the Holmes brothers as they bickered, giving the corresponding comfort, scolding, or soothing responses their partners needed, and continued to shoot each other annoyed glances both hoping the rest of the trip wouldn't be like this.