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Marriage of defiance

Marriage of Defiance

"Doctor Watson - I am terribly sorry - but you cannot move in with my brother," Mycroft turned away, finality in his voice as he grabbed at Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock shook himself free and went back to standing beside John. Planting his feet firmly and continuing the discussion they were having before he had interrupted ... The blue lights from the police vehicles animated their faces.

Mycroft turned back, slowly. Clearly not impressed ...

"And what is this? Did you not hear me?" he asked, voice laced with patience ... as he sauntered back to make his point perfectly clear! "Sherlock the last thing you need to encourage you, is an adrenaline junkie! And Doctor Watson - no offence - will hardly want his reputation at risk from a real junkie!"

"HEY!"

"HEY!" The both protested in chorus. Looking like they were ready to throw fists!

Sherlock cut through the air with his reply. "You forget that I am no longer your 'charge', brother mine! And John already accepted my proposal earlier -"

"You've PROPOSED already!?!!" Mycroft was indignant! Throwing his hands up in the air!

John and Sherlock shared a briefly puzzled glance before grinning ear-to-ear at the impish thought, and grabbing hold of each other's hands! Entwining them ...

"Of course?!" Sherlock treated Mycroft to a tone of voice that implied he was the only slow one here! "I proposed to John as soon as humanly possible, and -"

"You're going to MARRY someone you've only just met?!!" Mycroft was shouting. Lestrade and the yard were starting to overhear and make obvious noises behind them.

"Well, he did just kill a man for me?" Sherlock whispered, under his breath to Mycroft - as if to indicate his train of thought ... "John has already discreetly disposed of the gun in the Thames ... but do you REALLY want your baby brother to be involved in such a big scandal? For your face to appear on the telly??" Sherlock's eyes were begging Mycroft to look around and see how much attention they were garnering ...

Mycroft stood upright. Straightened his waistcoat and tie and gave Sherlock a look that could cut cold steel ... before nodding.

"Fine. But know this, Doctor Watson! If your relationship threatens my brother in any way ... I will not hesitate to do what I must to protect him."

John gave him a sad, pitying smile. "As will I." he replied.

Mycroft looked them both over once more then turned away ...

Grinning into the darkness as he went.

"Was that really necessary, sir?" Anthea asked absently, typing away on her phone as Mycroft stepped inside the sleek black car.

"What would you have suggested?" Mycroft asked with a knowing grin, "Ask them when to expect a happy announcement? Or just kidnap and bribe them? Oh-no! I know my brother ... they would have taken years to even discuss their feelings! Pair of idiots, those two!" He tapped on the ceiling with his umbrella to signal the driver. "I am the smart one, remember?"

Anthea grinned. Face lit up by her glowing mobile as she looked up to see Sherlock and John kissing. "Yes, sir." She replied, shaking her head, "incredible!"

"I know," Mycroft spared them a glance before texting that handsome police inspector his brother associated with. He had forgotten how handsome the poor devil could be ...

“Perhaps I am,” Jeremiah spoke, there was a smirk at his lips. They had returned to the palace some days ago, with minimal damage. In time for a celebration. It was the contagious spirit of this atmosphere that emboldened him, and that which came with the festivities. An entirely different sort of spirit, and it was warming him from head to foot. 

Most importantly. Jeremiah did not find it inappropriate because of his title, and because it was a party, after all.

(Enjoy some starter prompts from a beautiful album which follows themes of abandonment and personal isolation.)

"Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?"

"Is this not what you expected to see?"

"If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes, You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise"

"You! Yes, you!"

"All in all you're just another brick in the wall"

"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!"

"___'s gonna make all of your nightmares come true"

"___, do you think she's good enough for me?"

"The flames are all long gone But the pain lingers on"

"Where are all the good times"

"I need a dirty woman/man"

"Ooh, Babe set me free"

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room!"

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!"

"Yes, sir!"

"You want some, huh?"

"Wanna take a bath?"

"Are you feeling okay?..."

"You have grown colder"

"Would you like to see me try?"

"Don't leave me now"

"I don't need no arms around me"

"I don't need no drugs to calm me"

"Goodbye cruel world"

"There's nothing you can say to make me change my mind"

"Hey, you!"

"Can you feel me?"

"Don't give in without a fight."

"Would you touch me?"

"Can you help me?"

"Don't tell me there's no hope at all."

"Is there anybody out there?"

"What has become of you?"

"Is there anybody in there?"

"Just nod if you can hear me."

"Well, I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again"

"Can you show me where it hurts?"

"Relax"

"I can't explain, you would not understand"

"This is not how I am"

"Can you stand up?"

"I do believe it's working, good"

"Come on, it's time to go."

"There must be some mistake"

"You better run"

"You cannot reach me now, No matter how you try"

"stop!"

"You little shit, you're in it now"

"You should've talked to me more often than you did"

"Have you broken any homes up lately?"