Invisible

[prettybirdy979]

Titles: Invisible
Setting: BBC! Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: John, Sherlock
Genre/Warnings: Angst, Drama, Supernatural
Summary: Mycroft knows everything...Right? Sixth in the Witch Verse. 
Written as part of NaNoWriMo...I'm not this works but it's all that's finished and I'm posting now in hope of inspiration... Got any to spare? Prompts for the series are great for this! =D

I'm working on a few prompts already and they should be up soonish... I may need to find a beta though...Anyone interested?


Inexplicable (First)
Casual Curses (Second)
Curiosity (Third)
Of Strangers and Knifes (Fourth)
It Runs in the Family (Fifth)

 

Sherlock was sitting alone in 221B Baker St staring at the wall when Mycroft arrived. Mycroft paused at the doorway, mentally double-checking if it had been today his surveillance update that had stated that Dr Watson was home. Knowing it had, he surveyed the room again.

‘Dr Watson is in his room, I see. What did you say to him?’

Sherlock just continued to examine the room, his eyes now darting from item to item as though he was searching for something.

‘Really Sherlock. This is childish.’

‘Whatever you want Mycroft, I’m not interested. It will be bor’ Sherlock suddenly stopped mid-sentence, jumping in his seat and sitting up straighter.

Mycroft frowned slightly, suspicious. ‘Sherlock?’

‘ing. Whatever case you have would be boring. I’ve got far too much to do to be bothering with some small, boring case.’ Sherlock returned to examining the room.

Mycroft began to realise what had happened, but he knew he was missing a few crucial pieces of the puzzles. He opened his mouth to speak, when he noticed ‘John’s’ chair snag slightly as if someone had sat down.

At that moment Sherlock leapt up from his seat. ‘I’ve already told you I’m not interested. You can clear off now.’ He said loudly grabbing his violin, as if to explain his reason for moving.

‘I will leave, once I’ve deduced what it is you did to have Dr Watson cursed.’

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. ‘Cursed? Now who’s being childish.’

‘Now, now Sherlock. You call me the British government and yet you believe I don’t know that there are people residing along us who have ‘abilities’ beyond the norm.’ Mycroft shook his head a slight smile on his face.

Sherlock huffed in anger. John disembodied voice came from his chair. ‘How…’

‘I’ve had to deal with a few…incidents involving witches. Now, Dr Watson. Which witch did my brother anger?’

‘You don’t know?’

‘My people could find her, but it would be so much easier if you two would just tell me. Then I can…persuade her to remove the curse.’

Sherlock looked directly at Mycroft at this, examining him as if he had said something odd. After a moment he broke out into a smug smile. Mycroft was taken aback by this, and glanced at where he knew John was sitting. His eyes then widened in shock.

John was completely visible, sitting in the chair as if he had always been there. He too had a smile on his face, though not as large as Sherlock’s and with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Mycroft scrambled to fit the new pieces of the puzzle together. ‘A timed curse. Of course.’ He deduced, the smile returning to his face. It disappeared when Sherlock’s smile grew larger and John frowned.

‘I hate stereotypes.’

Mycroft was…confused by the off topic statement. To say the least. Sherlock saw that and his smile grew wider.

‘John, shall we try that again?’

‘Didn’t I just win?’  

‘Doesn’t count.’ Sherlock said with a pout.

‘Really?’ John smiled slightly shuffling in his chair. They both appeared to have forgotten Mycroft, until Sherlock stole a glance at him.

‘You cheated.’

John rolled his eyes. ‘Fine. But only once more. We already know you’re observant, you don’t need to test it on me.’ He stood up and muttered something under his breath.

And disappeared.

Mycroft blinked. It took him a second to begin fitting the puzzle pieces to get the fact that John, quiet, boring, male John Watson was a witch. Well when he said boring…

His thoughts were broken into by Sherlock throwing a pillow across the room. It sailed towards the skull but hit something…no John, Mycroft corrected, in mid-air.

John reappeared slowly, clearly grumpy. ‘Thanks Sherlock. You could have, you know, just said you knew where I was.’

 ‘Boring.’

‘So will you take the case?’ Mycroft broke in.

John eyes darted to him. ‘…You’re not going to say anything about...you know?’

‘Would you like me to?’

‘No. No.’ John said quickly. ‘It’s fine.’

‘The case.’ Mycroft stood and handed the folder to John. ‘Information on it is all contained inside it.’ He looked John over for a second; still trying to reconcile him with the picture he had in his head of a witch.

‘I told you I hate stereotypes.’ John spoke quietly.

Mycroft smiled the first genuine smile since arriving. ‘I can understand that.’

There was an understanding silence in the room for a moment, before Sherlock broke it. ‘You can’t have him.’

‘Excuse me!’ John sputtered.

Sherlock ignored him. ‘You can’t have him for any little ‘problems’ you have. I won’t allow it.’

‘I rather think that would be up to him.’ Mycroft said softly. ‘Dr Watson, if you ever get tired of Sherlock I’m sure’

‘I’m fine.’ John cut in, slightly angry.

Mycroft nodded at him. ‘I must be off. Look over the case Sherlock.’

Mycroft turned his back and headed for the door. He could hear furious whispers behind him but he ignored them. He knew John wouldn’t ever take him up on his offer, was counting on it actually.

Then the pillow hit him in the back of the head. He paused, and then continued out the door. Sherlock is so childish.

He ignored the fact that Sherlock hadn’t moved, and all the pillows were near John.

My brother is a bad influence.


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Comments

[mystroth.livejournal.com]

Lol. Didn't think you would. (I guess we are all biased in one form or another ^^")

XD

2500... Oooh, I'd love to read that (the different werewolves).

=D

*scrambles off to read*

[prettybirdy979.livejournal.com]

=) (Just a little...)

It's not done yet! It just keeps growing! =D