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You started to wake a few hours later when Mycroft was out of the room. When he came back your body was still trembling from the remnants of a nightmare, but you still managed to give him the same smile that made him fall in love with you. ‘Are you alright my dear?’ he asked, sitting down next to you on the bed and taking your hand. ‘I had a nightmare,’ you replied, not meeting his eyes, but instead watched his thumb rub across the back of your hand. ‘Do you want to tell me about it?’ he asked quietly. ‘No,’ you shook you head sadly, lip quivering with the unfallen tears that had appeared in

Bruce had pretty much given up hope in his life. He’d lost everything in his life because of what he was. He instantly disregarded any attempt at relationships because he was afraid.  All he kept running through his head was that he was so alone, even though he knew that wasn’t true. There was you, even though he was terrified of the whole thing, he couldn’t bear to be away from you. But tonight all he could think about was ending his life; tonight was a bad night. Your relationship had no label because neither of you knew where you really stood. Except you were determined to never let him down and he was determined to neve

The police that found you put you safely into the back of the ambulance and sent you off. Mycroft still didn’t get to see you for another hour as the nurses claimed you were in a critical condition. So he sat on a chair in the waiting room with his head in his hands until she called that you were stable. He hesitantly pushed open the door and saw you. They had you bundled up in blankets and an oxygen system blew warm air into your lungs. Your hands were loosely wrapped in bandages to try and thaw your frozen fingers. He thought you were sleeping, but your eyes snapped open when he closed the door behind him. You watched him walk into

Mycroft Holmes was a busy man. He was constantly working, protecting the citizens of Britain and even though he only claimed to hold a ‘minor position’ everyone who knew him knew better than that. Mycroft’s life was surrounded by threats so much so that on occasion he would almost fear for his life. So when it came to you, the one thing that could thaw the heart of the ice-man, he wanted to keep you separate from his work as much as possible. He wanted to keep you safe and protected and innocent from the things he heard and saw. However that proved harder and harder as your relationship became more serious: and now, Mycrof

When Hannibal came home that evening part of him expected you to be gone. That morning he had stormed out after a huge argument between the two of you. But even now, he could not remember what had started it. So when he arrived back from visiting a client in their own home he was very glad to still see your car in the driveway. ‘(y/n)?’ he called as he entered the house. ‘I’m in here,’ you called from the kitchen. Hannibal could smell something delicious instantly and followed your voice into the kitchen. There was a considerable amount of mess and it had taken a number of tries before you managed to get the

The two of you lay in Sherlock’s bed staring at each other for what seemed like hours. Your hands found their way to his face, tracing the outlines of his features, while his arms were securely wrapped around your waist. Eventually it was the sound of your phone that pulled the two of you out of the dreamlike state you were in. You sighed before kissing him quickly and rolling out of bed, pulling on one of Sherlock’s shirts that he left lying around before running to your phone in the other room. ‘Hello?’ ‘Calm down and tell me what’s wrong,’ you told your very distressed friend. Sherlock came int

‘Now remember Merlin, my niece is going to arrive either today or tomorrow, depending on how her journey goes. So I want you on your best behaviour and no funny business, got it?’ Gaius lectured Merlin just as Merlin was about to walk out of the door. ‘No funny business, got it,’ Merlin smirked and Gaius couldn’t help but to return a smile. Both Merlin and Gaius went about their daily work with Gaius keeping an eye out for your arrival. Merlin was just about to go to bed and Gaius had long since claimed that you must be arriving the next day when there was a gentle knock on the door. ‘Gaius?’ a so

You sat on the arm of Sherlock’s chair and his arm sat behind you while you sipped at your tea. Mycroft stood, shoving his hands in his pocket while Sherlock talked about the terrorist threat. You weren’t listening at all really and simply opted for watching him, you turned so that you could rest your feet on the other arm of the chair, creating a bridge over Sherlock. Without looking at you he raised his arms to allow you and simply rested them on your legs again. Mycroft watched the interaction curiously and you smiled at him. Even after all this time the two of you worked like clockwork, knowing exactly what made the other on