BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Mycroft: Child Of Mine

Request for @fandom_beau

(Mycroft's son is portrayed by Joshua Anthony Brand)

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A knock came from the door, interrupting Sherlock's spiel on something that Mycroft really didn't care about. The older brother stood up to answer it, thankful for the chance to take a breather from his little brother's lecture. Upon opening the door, Mycroft Holmes came face to face with a tall, skinny, shaggy black haired teen. He watched the kid look him up and down, and he felt like he was being analyzed by his familiar (y/e/c) eyes.

"So you're the guy that my mom let bone her?" the kid said, flipping his hair out of his eyes.

"Excuse me?" asked Mycroft, caught off guard by the kid's loose language and tight pants.

"(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n). Remember her?" asked the kid, watching Mycroft suspiciously.

"(Y/n)," breathed Mycroft as happy memories passed behind his eyes. He cleared his throat, trying to gather himself. "Yes, I remember her. Why?"

"Well she's dead. And she's my mom," he stated stonily. Mycroft felt his heart break. She was dead? The only woman that could make him feel human? The only woman that he had let into his life, that he had let love him, and break him. "And since I'm not legally an adult yet, almost though since I'm 16, I have to be under the care of a parent or guardian."

The kid became silent, staring intensely at Mycroft. "And?" asked Mycroft, although he already knew where this was going.

"I thought you were supposed to be smart, but apparently not," muttered the kid, and Mycroft stuck his nose up in the air. "Anyways, and you were written down as the parent. So hello father. My name is Gabriel and I am your worst nightmare."

FATHER?! Mycroft hadn't felt this much distress since he had to plan Sherlock's fake death. He clutched his chest. Had him and (y/n) really created a son 16 years ago? And why hadn't she told him?

Gabriel pushed past Mycroft into the entrance, looking around and nodding his head in approval. "This place must be a babe magnet," he said, then looked at Mycroft. "Which obviously you need."

Mycroft marched angrily up to the kid, well his kid. "Listen, I don't care what you say, I won't believe you're my son until-"

An envelope was stuffed into his chest by Gabriel. "She knew you wouldn't believe me, so here's your proof." Mycroft gave him a quick look then ripped open the envelope. The loops of her writing and the smell of her perfume made his heart ache. The letter was dated two weeks ago.

Mycroft,

By the time you have read this I am long gone, adventuring somewhere up in the clouds. And by now, you have met Gabriel. I wish I was there to answer your questions, but I hope this letter answers some. First off, I am dying of a rare disease. I can't even remember the name of it right now, too many other things are floating in my brain and I can't even pronounce it to begin with. But I know my time is coming to an end soon, which is why I have put you down as Gabriel's next guardian he is to be taken care of by, I mean you are his father. Second, Gabriel IS your son. I'm sure he was rude when you first met him, said something about how you were dumb, then just let himself in. He's very... open. And intelligent, very intelligent. Which is why sometimes I am reminded of you... Of course I'm sure you'll find you two have differences, and plenty of them. But please, take care of him, for me. It's my fault you haven't met him till now, but now that you have, please take him in and watch over him. I know you have the power to do so with your big government job... And yes, I've been watching you, I know what you've been busy with.

I love you Mycroft, I always have. But when I read that pregnancy test, I knew that I had to love this child more. We were young, and I knew you didn't want to deal with raising a baby when you were trying to raise your career. I don't regret leaving you, but I regret leaving you with no explanation.

Give Sherlock a hug for me, or just tell him. Best of luck and lots of love.

(Y/n)

(P.S. Gabriel loves cake and hates cashews, just like you.)

"Who's this?" asked a voice from behind Mycroft. He turned around to find Sherlock inspecting Gabriel with a glare as the teen glared right back. "And why are his pants so tight?"

"It's called skinny jeans, something the whale here wouldn't be able to wear," laughed Gabriel, pointing back at Mycroft with his thumb.

Sherlock cocked his head and an evil smirk spread across his features. "It's all the cake. And sorry, but I didn't catch a name."

"It's Gabriel," said Mycroft, ignoring Gabriel's jab about his large tummy. He found that he kind of liked his insulting demeanor. "(Y/n)'s son."

A flicker of remembrance flashed behind Sherlock's at the mention of your name. "Who's the father?" asked Sherlock, and both Mycroft and Gabriel gave him a look of disbelief. How had he not figured it out by now? But Mycroft was happy he hadn't. He would never live it down from his little brother. He's have to tell him eventually, but for now, it would have to be a secret.

"Are you two brothers?" asked Gabriel, looking between Sherlock and Mycroft.

"Yes we are, what a fine deduction. What gave it away?" asked Sherlock in admiration.

"For being smart, you're both pretty stupid."

Sherlock smirked at him. "You know, I don't dislike you as much as other people. Want to solve a murder with me?"

Gabriel looked at Mycroft, waiting for some kind of signal, and Mycroft nodded his head at his son. Then he realized something: Gabriel had asked him for permission to go in a way, or at least clearance that Sherlock wasn't a crazy psycho. Mycroft's heart rose a little, shaking off the spiderwebs that had been guarding it for sixteen years.
And he also realized that if he couldn't have (y/n) back, at least he could have a little part of her through Gabriel.

Sherlock left the room momentarily to grab his scarf and coat, and Mycroft took the chance to talk to Gabriel.

"Don't tell him, not yet."

Gabriel nodded. "Even if I did, I still don't think he'd understand." The father and son chuckled, then Sherlock pranced back into the entryway.

"Ready to go?" he asked, then opened up the front door. Gabriel walked out in front of him, and as the door was closing Mycroft heard Sherlock say, "You know, I know someone named Gabe? He's a DI for Scotland Yard..."

A/N

(Love ya children. Momma's still here.)

Random: Favorite time of the year?
(Mine is fall. October specifically. I love when it's cold outside, but the sun still shines. And I love the smell of October and the build up to Halloween. There's something about the feel of Halloween and the excitement and such.)

"The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live."
- Norman Cousins