''Okay so first: how the hell are you walking without help? Let alone running?!'' Mycroft asked, still a bit angry.
''I may have trained while you weren't home...'' I paused for a second: ''But if I hadn't your brother would probably have been dead by now.'' I said, trying to lighten up the situation.
''You could have died Y/N!'' Mycroft yelled.
''Otherwise your brother would have!'' I yelled in response.
This caused Mycroft to keep his mouth shut. A minute long, painful silence followed.
''Sorry.'' Mycroft said. He was clearly upset about the way he had reacted.
I smiled, comforting him: ''It's okay. I just did what needed to be done.''
He looked down: ''Yes you did.''
Another silence, this time I was the one to break it:
''Mycroft, remember, people like me.. they tend to be retired.'' I explained, Mycroft still looking down.
Ofcourse I knew the risks of my profession, and I accepted them. I knew that when the time had come, I needed to surrender to it and let go of everything.
Both me and Mycroft sat there in silence, I sort of enjoyed it after all the noise from this morning. The silence was interrupted by a tall, confidently looking man. His black, curly hair was messy and his blue eyes stood out immediatly :Sherlock.
Mycroft shot me a look, he wanted me to back off. So I did. I walked over to the doorway where Sherlock had just come out off. Just as I was about to walk through the doorway, I felt a strong hand grabbing my wrist. I got swung around to face Sherlock, who was still holding me by the wrist.
I looked him straight into the eyes, my e/c eyes meeting his ice blue ones.
"You should consider letting go of my hand." I said, a firm expression in my eyes.
Sherlock raised his brow: "Why would I? You protected me ontop of that rooftop."
The expression in my eyes softened a bit, so did Sherlocks grip on my wrist.
"Y/N, I need your help." Sherlock exclaimed after a little silence.
"Absolutely not." Mycroft hissed.
The tension in the room was clearly noticable, another silence followed. Sherlock turned to Mycroft:
"Does she speak Russian?"
"Not that I know." Mycroft replied, both of them turned to me.
I just lifted my eyebrow and walked out the room.
I sat down behind the piano, I needed to get my frustration out. I let my brain guide my fingers over the paino, playing 'River flows in you', not missing one note. I always played piano if I needed to get my frustration out, it really helped with relaxing.
When I finished the last note, I felt the presence of someone in the room. Before I could turn around, I could hear a bastone voice speak:
''That was incredible.''
I recognised it immediatly: Sherlock.
''Thank you.'' I replied.
''I wanted to thank you for saving me earlier, I was convinced that I would die.''
''Mycroft told me you were stubborn, I surpose he must have lied or something.''
''Yeah, well, maybe I'm not so subborn after all.''
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Their Biggest Secret
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is the biggest secret of the british government, she is capable of things which 'normal' people aren't. She is the best assasin that they have in their power. Mycroft Holmes, who was practically the Britsh government, always made sure she...
