Thank you Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan on livejournal for the transcripts. They help so much.
A lot of the ideas I am using come from the tumblr page for BBC Sherlock headcannons
Here is the 2 years.
I own nothing, except Calliah and my ideas.
It had been five months since Sherlock’s death. I had moved in with Mycroft the day after Sherlock jumped. I couldn’t live there and John said the same thing. I told him he could in with Mycroft and me, but he said no. He got his old flat back and we would have lunch every day.
It was hard to move on. I slept more and didn’t eat. I wasn’t cutting so at least there is that. Mycroft and I talked and we learnt new things about each other every day.
Mycroft and I were lying in bed. I was reading and he was doing some work. We would do this every night. Our cat jumps onto the bed. Mycroft had found it in his house five years ago. It was a little cute kitten, and not it is the fattest cat I have ever said. Mycroft calls it Purdy. Mycroft told me that he never was a dog person because one tried to attack him when he was a child. When Sherlock got a dog, Mycroft made sure to stay very far away.
One day I was looking around, trying to get some sort of concept of the house. It was huge. While exploring, I found a closet full of paintings and doodles. I sat in there for hours looking at it all. Mycroft found me and started blushing. “Um….”
I jump up. “Mycroft! I’m sorry. I was looking around and found this closet. Who did all these?” I ask.
“I did…” He says softly.
“Some of these are really good.” I say.
“Really?” He asks, unsure of himself.
“Really.” I say and go over to him. I lean up and kiss him softly. “My man is an artist.”
He rolls his eyes and takes me to the living room.
“Mycroft?” I ask over dinner one night.
He looks up. “Hmm?”
“Why haven’t you ever had a serious relationship before?” I ask.
He looks down and sighs. “Because no one deserves to be saddled with me.” He says softly.
I frown and go over to him. “What? Why would you think that? And no one would be saddled with you. They would be living the best days of their lives, trust me.”
He smiles briefly. “I’m a difficult man Calliah. I get mad if my suits are tailored wrong. I mean, if that makes me mad then imaging what else gets me mad. I don’t get along with people and usually people don’t like me.”
“Well I do.” I say.
He pulls me onto his lap. “That is because you, my dear, are weird.” He says and kisses my cheek.
“And you love it.” I say.
“Of course.” He says and kisses me.
I learnt that Mycroft hates mornings and spiders all in the same day. I also found out that he loves Bohemian Rhapsody.
I woke up at five a.m. one morning and noticed that Mycroft was sitting up in bed and glaring at the wall.
“Croft?” I say softly.
He looks over and smiles very slightly. “Go back to bed love.”
“Okay, but what are you doing?” I say and chuckle. “Did the wall kick you?”
“Ha ha, no. I hate mornings. I want to kill them.” He says. I start laughing. “What?”
“You hate mornings? I would have never thought that.” I say and sit up.
“Well I do. I need coffee.” He says.
“How about I go make coffee while you shower.” I say.
He nods and we go our separate ways. I finish making coffee and bring two mugs into the bedroom. I hear some singing and sneak into the bathroom. Mycroft was singing. He was singing Bohemian Rhapsody. I sneak out. Oh I will tease him for that. After a couple minutes, Mycroft calls for me. “Calliah!”
I run to the bathroom. “What?”
“Spider!” He yells.
I blink. “What?”
“There is a spider in here. Come kill it.” He tells me.
“Why can’t you.” I ask him.
“Because….” He says.
“Because why?” I ask.
“Because I am afraid of them…” He says softly. I giggle and roll my eyes.
“Fine.” Mycroft turns the water off and gets out. He goes to the bedroom and I kill the spider. I laugh and go to the bedroom. “The spider is dead.” I tell him and smile. He kisses me and smile.
“Thank you love.” He says.
“Nice singing by the way.” I say and giggle as I get my mug.
I was home alone. Mycroft was at work. John couldn’t come over because of work so I was fixing myself lunch. I hear a noise in the living room. I knew it wasn’t the cat, because he was in here, begging me for food. I get the rolling pin and slowing go into the living room. I was greeted with the slight of Sherlock Holmes. He looks at me and smiles softly. “Not dead…” He says softly.
I gasp and run over to him. “What the Hell!” I punch his arm and then hugs him. “How?” I says softly.
I hear the front door open and hear. “Hello brother dear.” I look over and see Mycroft. He looks at me. “I think we need to talk.”
“Noooo….” I say sarcastically.
Mycroft, Sherlock, and I moved to the kitchen and I sit down and eat while Sherlock explained. “Did you know?” I ask Mycroft.
“Yes.” He says.
I stop eating. “You knew. You let me grieve for a year… A year!” I yell.
“Ardaigh…” Mycroft says softly.
“Don’t Ardaigh me mister!” I yell. I close my eyes and place my hands on my head. “You are alive. Aren’t dead. And you can’t come back yet.”
“Yes.” Sherlock says.
“Why?” I ask and look at him.
“I have more to do.” He says.
I sigh. “I need some time. When do you leave?”
“In two hours.” Sherlock says.
I nod and get up. “I will be back out in an hour. I just need space.” I start walking to the living room. I stop when I get to Mycroft and turn to him. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I just can’t look at you right now.”
“I’m sorry.” He says softly and looks at me.
I slap him and go to my old bedroom.
I come out an hour later. I cried. Took a bath. Cried. Thought about everything. Cried. Then took a nap. I go to the living room to see Mycroft and Sherlock sitting there. “Did you two just sit here in silence?” I ask and sit by Sherlock. He puts his arm around me and I snuggled into him.
“No. We talked.” Sherlock tells me. Mycroft wasn’t talking or looking at me. Good. At least he knew I needed time.
“I will be back in an hour brother.” Mycroft says. He looks at me, frowns, and leaves.
“You have to forgive him flower.” Sherlock says.
“Oh I am. I will tell him right after you leave.” I say. I close my eyes and snuggle into him more. “I still can’t believe you aren’t dead. I am so happy.”
He rubs my back. “How is living with Mycroft. I’m guessing hellish?”
I giggle. “No. It is really nice. We have fights like every couple do, of course they are usually government problems, but I can’t complain. I love him. I wouldn’t trade it for my life.” I say.
He smiles at me. “Good. I’m glad he has someone. How is John?”
“Good. Is still sad but moving on slightly. He has a girlfriend.” I tell him.
“Good.” Sherlock says.
We spend the next hour talking about anything and everything. Mycroft comes back in after the hour is up. “Sherlock. The car is waiting.” We get up and I walk him to the door. I hug him and kiss his cheek.
“I will be waiting for you to come home.” I tell him.
“Soon flower.” He says and leaves.
I turn to Mycroft. I walk past him and pat the couch. “Come here Croft.” He smiles softly at the nickname. He sits down and I move to him. I kneel so I was eye level with him. I look at his cheek and touch it softly. He grimaces. “Well that is what you get for not telling me the truth.” I say and kiss it softly.
“I am sorry Ardaigh.” He says softly.
“I know. I know you did it for my protection but it still sucks.” I say and move to his lap.
“I know. I will be always truthful from now on.” He says and then thinks. “Well, about everything but my job.” He says and smiles softly.
I chuckle. “Deal.”
Six months after the Sherlock visit, Mycroft finally brought me home to meet his parents. They are so adorable. Mummy Holmes is the nicest woman I have ever met. Daddy Holmes is funny.
We were having dinner and just talking. They knew I knew about Sherlock. They also knew. “I’m so happy My has a girlfriend.” Mummy Holmes says.
“The name is Mycroft mother. You picked this name out, you should at least call me by it.” Mycroft says.
“Rude.” I tell Mycroft.
“He is always like this dear. My boys are so cynical.” She tells me. I giggle and look at Mycroft. He was frowning. He hasn’t stopped frowning since we pulled into the drive. “Smile Mycroft. It makes you look better.” Mummy Holmes tells him.
He smiles fakely and Mummy Holmes and I roll our eyes. We finish dinner and Mycroft gets up. “Calliah. Can you come with me?”
“I was going to help Mummy Holmes with the dishes.” I tell him.
“Oh, it’s okay dear. Daddy Holmes can help me.” She says.
“Okay.” I say as Mycroft leads me out of the house. We go to the backyard and we sit on the swings. “If Sherlock was here, he would totally make a fat joke.” I say and giggle.
“’Mycroft, you better get off the swing set before you break it. How is the diet?’” Mycroft says, mocking Sherlock.
I laugh and look at him. “Your parents are more amazing in person than on the phone. Thank you for doing this.” I say and lead over and kiss him. He kisses back.
“Well, I did not just ask you out here to swing.” Mycroft says.
“No way.” I say sarcastically.
He rolls his eyes at me. “Calliah. You have made my life livable. From the minute we met, I was amazed by you. Your so strong with everything you dealt with in your life. I couldn’t ask for a better person in my life. You have helped me and have made me a better person. I’m not one for romance, but I do know I love you and always will. If I don’t do this now, I will never do it.” He says, looking into my eyes.
“Do what Croft?” I ask and smile.
He gets up and kneels on one knee. “Calliah Róise Mullen-Adler. Will you do me the honor and become my wife?” He asks. I stare at him and tear up. I leap out of the swing and hug him. He falls backwards and I land on top of him. I kiss him deeply. He kisses back. I pull back and giggle. “I’m guessing that is a yes.” He chuckles.
“Yes!” I yell and he slips the ring on my finger.
We go back inside and tell Mummy and Daddy Holmes.
We officially ‘danced’ for the first time that night.
It was 2 years after Sherlock faked his death and I was laying on the couch, trying to sleep. The door opens and in walks Sherlock and Mycroft. I jump up and run to Sherlock. “Sherlock!” He hugs me and groans. “Are you okay?”
“Just a little beating.” He says.
I help him over to the couch. “Okay. Shirt off.”
“W-What?” Mycroft and Sherlock asks.
I laugh and look at both of them. “So I can clean the wounds dummys.” I says.
“Oh.” Sherlock says and takes off his shirt. Mycroft sits in one of the chairs and glares at Sherlock.
“Lay on your stomach.” I tell him. I go and get some stuff to help heal his wounds. I turn around and see Mycroft. “Hello love.” I say. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me. I kiss back and he deepens it. I pull back and giggle. “Okay love. I need to go help your brother.” I say.
He pouts. “He will be fine. We can go have a little fun and then you can help him.” He says and smirks.
I laugh and shake my head. “No Croft. Later.” I say and go back to the living room and I kneel beside Sherlock. “This might hurt a little.” I say and start cleaning his wounds. He sucks in a breath but doesn’t move.
“So I heard you are going to be my sister soon.” Sherlock says.
I grin and blush. “Yeah…” I say and push a hair behind my ear.
“I’m happy for you. When will it be?” Sherlock asks.
“Not sure. We haven’t been planning it. Mycroft had to travel for work which I’m guessing is going to get you.” I say.
“Not just him.” Mycroft says behind us. “I had real work too.”
“Sure.” I say and roll eyes. “I’ve had this house to myself for a couple months. Mycroft only popped in a couple times so we haven’t planned anything.” I finish up cleaning the wounds. “Okay you will be good.” I say and stand up. I go over and sit on Mycroft’s lap. He wraps an arm around me. Sherlock sits up and puts his shirt on. “So Sherlock tell me what you have been doing.”