The Man With The Umbrella

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The two helicopters landed on the roof of St Bartholomew's and as John and Allison were able to handcuff Eurus to a wheelchair to be seen to go treat her wounded hand; Mycroft was quick to leave the second helicopter with Amelia in his arms unconscious, making his way back to the private hospital room in where she gave birth to their son measly hours ago.

Merlin and Sherlock were quick to follow on either side of Mycroft as they walked with a quickness flooding their systems. The trio of men looked to be untouchable and if presented the opportunity, one if not all would definitely use violence to anyone who were to stand in their way.

Molly and Mary were still groggy from the injections Irene Adler had stabbed them with... Funnily enough, it was the same liquidated formula in which she used to drug Sherlock Holmes during the case John Watson liked to recall as, A Scandal In Belgravia...

Despite the apparent dizziness that the two women were still feeling, they set themselves aside to attend to Amelia for the second time that day.

Even though Mycroft rushed through the halls with a coldness overbearing him, as soon as he reached the room where the two women were at, patiently waiting, Mycroft's persona changed to a daring softness that he couldn't be bothered to correct considering that it all evolved around his dear wife.

Molly and Mary as well as Sherlock and Merlin had never seen such a softness overbearing the older Holmes when it concerned the matter of the mother to his children...

And they couldn't really imagine Mycroft any different when it was concerning her and her alone.

As he carefully manoeuvred Amelia to the freshly changed bed, he leaned both fists into the side of the furniture to dip his back, hanging his head low just as Molly and Mary got the equipment surrounding them, set up to check over the patient.

Mycroft had to keep telling himself to keep it together and even though he saw the truth in the statement, he was so close to breaking completely. One thing that was irritating him to no end was his blasted whimsical device.

His heart was in pain.

Blowing out a rushed out breath with eyes closed, he then turned to glare at Amelia's sleeping form with hidden fury and in that alone, it gave him a new burst of meaning that he was solely depending on in order to get his son back.

Straightening his attire out and smoothing the front of his hair with one flick of his hand, he stepped away from the bed and strutted out of the room with Sherlock and Merlin in tow just as the girls began cutting Amelia's clothes away to exam her body, mainly her stomach and womanhood, to make sure she hadn't pulled any stitches that Mary had previously done.

***

As Merlin and Sherlock stood guard out of Amelia's room until the girls examination was over and done with, Mycroft had gotten back into the helicopter with Allison in tow this time to travel to MI figures headquarters to retrieve equipment and agents.

It had been a while since he dressed as if he was on a mission but truth be stated, it had been even longer since he got to share the thirst for adventure with his younger cousin, Matilda.

Which in itself, accordingly meant battle.

Allison deduced from her older cousin that he was past the phase of simply talking and persevering to negotiate with the world renowned dominatrix. She could tell all that by the way that Mycroft was holding himself as he sat in the car travelling to Clapham where Amelia, so long ago, once lived.

"What's the plan, cousin of mine?" She meekly asked a little weary of Mycroft's current temperament. Casting his eyes away from the window showing roads slim and wide, he turned to Allison with a dark impetuous look about him. "The only person I want to see alive is my son, Allison. Therefore everything else is irrelevant. You may do as you wish with Misses James-Adler but Jolene Spencer must be made aware of her wife's situation and her immediate future belonging to the British government until she is no longer useful." Mycroft passively stated.