pennywaltzy:(Banner by @strangelock221b)…And All The Men And Women Merely Players - Mycroft Holmes i

pennywaltzy:(Banner by @strangelock221b)…And All The Men And Women Merely Players - Mycroft Holmes is not-so-subtly trying to make sure there’s a reconciliation between his youngest sibling Sherlock and his ex-wife, Molly Hooper, by forcing them to work together on a theatre project. But it isn’t all smooth sailing when his and Sherlock’s sister comes back from the States with a boyfriend who is the devil incarnate…and all hell is about to break loose.READ CHAPTER 1 | READ CHAPTER 3 | BUY ME A COFFEE?There was another round of actors that came in after lunch but no one with star power, no one with the presence that was needed to make the production a hit. There would be another round of auditions in the morning, but for now, it was time to take a break and go home.Home. Such a dismal place, really. Exquisitely decorated and full of awards and accolades, but empty in most areas where it should truly be a home. All except a scant few, such as the room Janine favoured when she came to visit, and the room he had set aside for Russell as his place, whenever he was there. It would stay his into adulthood, should he want it.He was in there, sitting in the rocking chair, holding the bear that he had bought for his godson the last time he was there. Or at least one of the bears; Russell had been so enamoured with his “beh beh” from his godfather that he and Janine had decided to buy a second one to leave at Sherlock’s home when he took the other to Sussex. If nothing else, should Russell ever lose one of them, there would be a suitable replacement.This was a predicament, to say the least. While he cared for Janine, even loved her in a completely platonic way, it had never and would never measure the depth of his feelings for Molly. When she had left, she really had taken most f his heart with her. He had never planned on getting into any new relationships, much less falling in love with anyone, and now? Well, now he was stuck in a well-intentioned lie.Almost as if brought about by the need to have intrusion on his thoughts his mobile rang. He half-expected it to be Janine, as if his thoughts of her would summon her presence into his life again, but it was his mother. He answered, though rather reluctantly. “Yes, Mummy?”“Is my grandson still coming for a visit next weekend?” she asked. So, it appeared Mycroft was keeping the truth of the matter close to the vest. Perhaps there was not fratricide in his future after all.“Yes, I’m supposed to take care of Russell next weekend,” he said. “Janine was looking at a limited engagement in Brighton to put her costuming skills to work, so she’ll be running back and forth if they want to use her and I’ll have Russell more often, but this weekend would be the first.”“Don’t bring him here.”This was curious. Whether his parents had guessed the truth much as Mycroft had, he had the feeling Russell would always be considered their grandson. There was a room for Russell at his parents’ home just as there was this very room he was in now. Sherlock sat up more in the rocking chair. “What’s going on?”“We have a visitor, and she brought company.”Eurus. That explained it. She had shown no desire to acknowledge her nephew at his birth or have any interactions with him, and she was not the type of person you wanted to have influence future generations if you could help it. Or at least that was how he had felt, and apparently, his mother agreed. “That British bad boy she’s dating?”“That’s an understatement,” his mother said with a sigh. “I doubt he does any real acting where he isn’t a villain, and even then I doubt it’s a stretch.”“Have Mycroft put her up at a low-end hotel,” Sherlock said.His mother scoffed. “But she’ll only want the best! That’s how she is.”“Fine. I’ll put her and the trash up in a low-end hotel, and if they don’t like it, Mycroft can be the big bad brother this time.” He sank back into his chair. “Speaking of Mycroft, did he tell you Molly is back in London? And he’s producing her newest play?”“He might have mentioned that,” his mother said, and Sherlock swore he could hear the smirk in her voice.“You’re a horrid mother for not giving me any warning,” he grumbled.“Well, you were the one who placed work above your wife,” his mother pointed out. “Molly is a genius in her own right and she wasn’t going to stay under your ever-reaching shadow forever. But you’ve both grown, I believe or at least you have. Fatherhood has suited you.”“I suppose it has,” he mused. “Do you think it will scare her away again?”“With as large as your heart is, dear, there’s plenty of room for Molly and your other family. And us, of course.”“Of course.”“If you’ll put Eurus and Jim up somewhere where they won’t complain I’ll do all I can to keep her out of your hair.”Sherlock sighed. “Alright. But I get to plead out of at least one family dinner as long as she’s in town.”“As long as you promise to bring either the grandson or the wife to the next one after she leaves.”“Ex-wife, Mum. Ex-wife.”“Mmm, perhaps not for long.”“Goodnight, Mum,” Sherlock said, a small smile crossing his face.“Goodnight, dear,” his mother replied before hanging up. He had arrangements to make but now he had a definite reason to tell Janine to stay away from London. His sister was bad news, but her boyfriend was worse, and the less in his business with Janine and Molly the two of them were, the better. -- source link

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