Try Not to Bleed Out... (Reader x Mycroft Holmes)

The meeting

Word count: 502

After taking the train to a random part of London and walking around for some time, you stop at a familiar ,tall official looking building.' Lucky I still have it hey ?' You think as you walk up the stairs to the entrance . Walking through you hand your ID to the security guard who nods.

Heading towards the elevator you can't help but feel slightly paranoid and nervous, ' what if I land wrong or didn't calculate this properly? I'll be stuck in hospital again and this time John will know . And-' " (y/n), right ? One of the best spies or so I've heard," a man not much older than you says. You turn to him and scan him up and down, depicting that the man I front of you in none other than Sherlocks brother . Although his hair is auburn. " Holmes I presume ? You two may be very different on the outside but you share more in common than I suspect you know or care to admit . Such as your mannerisms and speech. And that signature Holmes trait I like to call " an air of arrogance, " "you reply harshly hoping to deter him so you can get on with it.' Please just leave me alone....'

The elevator beeps signalling you've made it to your destination but to your annoyance you soon realise it's his as well. As he follows you like a lost puppy, "you know I can't let you do this, right ?" He questions like your dumb. Then grabbing tightly onto your wrist he stops you and you snap. " Well then Mr Holmes, I'll have to remind you that it is me here who has almost 10 years experience in combat while you're simply an office worker." With that he just stares down at you.
"Well I'll have YOU know that you are simply one person ,while I control many," he smirks and you join him. " To bad they'll all be too late. Goodbye Mr Holmes ," you kiss his cheek and then quickly run off down the hall to the stairs. Blocking the door with a spare knife you waste no time hoping on to the edge.' Sorry. I'm so sorry John....' You think as you sway ' why now do I hesitate ?'

"Tell me. What's the point of living ?" You ask him, knowing he's behind you.
" It's different for everyone. For me it's being the brain that are apparently missing from this world. It is also being there for those who can't be for themselves and family...Speaking of. Molly's date didn't go well, not that you'd care, of course." Not moving you turn your head slightly," And people say you're the iceman,"you reply and turn away fully as your tears fall freely.

"Unfortunately I cannot say the same for my own worth in life. ' I'm sorry John.' People will be better off without me. 'Now once more and for good this time.' Farewell Mycroft." You let go of the rails and fall forward, closing your eyes and relaxing.