Cold As You (Female Sherlock Holmes & John Watson)
Mycroft had never really liked John Watson.
Sure, the man was decent enough, but he was still a goldfish compared to him and his sister. Stupid, easily distracted, and not at all useful.
He had never planned on telling Sherlock his opinion on her doctor. His main concern was her safety and happiness and annoying little man made her feel both of those. If the man continued doing that, he was an annoyance that Mycroft Holmes could stand.
It was when he stopped that Mycroft had issues.
It had all started when Irene Adler came into the picture. He hated the woman, despite Sherlock’s intellectual interest in her. His baby sister may have thought the woman worth keeping around but Mycroft had wanted her dead way before the woman’s ‘actual’ death. He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure the dominatrix was even dead.
It was then that John started monopolizing her attention. Mycroft had been too focused on Moriarty to notice but, looking back, he could tell that Adler’s ability to catch Sherlock’s attention had been the starting point in Watson’s downward spiral.
Moriarty’s obsession with his sister and Sherlock’s attention on him had also set the doctor on edge. He was jealous, even if he knew Sherlock was only focused on the psychopath because of his threats to kill her.
After Sherlock faked her death, Mycroft started to dislike Watson more. If the doctor hadn’t meant anything to her. His men could have saved Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade and left Watson to die. She never would have had to jump off that ledge. She wouldn’t have been tortured.
It was during her hunt for Moriarty’s web that Mycroft noticed how free she was without John. Her deductions were on point, scarily so. Sherlock had always been one of the brighter Holmes siblings and the freedom without the morons at Scotland Yard and Doctor Watson had been a liberating experience for them both. As much as Mycroft didn’t want his baby sister anywhere near the government, he had to admit that she would have made an excellent intelligence officer.
After her return to London, everything started to spiral. Not only was she dealing with aftermath of Serbia and all it entailed, she had to deal with Watson and his new fiancée. Mycroft had known the bitch was shady from the moment he met her. Finding out her identity had been so satisfying.
The night of the wedding was the first time Mycroft admitted he hated Watson to himself. He would never say it to Sherlock unless he had to. But that night, watching his sister try not to fall apart as she watched the man she loved marry someone else, he was tempted to send a sniper after Watson and his wife.
Then the bitch turned out to be pregnant. She was giving Watson the one thing that would tie them together forever. The night his sister broke down, crying about the baby that was a sure sign of how much Mary Morstan had won, had made him almost lose his mind.
He had wanted to take Sherlock away from the situation right then, but he knew he couldn’t. One of the few good things about her presence in London was that she was close enough he could reach her almost at a moment’s notice and he didn’t want to lose that. That yearning to keep her close was the one thing that motivated him into making sure she didn’t leave the country after shooting Magnussen.
Rosie Watson’s birth was when things started to change. Mycroft knew Watson would not settle into family life and would keep Sherlock around just, so he could escape it. He was using her, and Mycroft hated it.
Then Mary died.
Mycroft almost started rejoicing but then John turned his anger over his wife’s death on Sherlock. His expressed hatred at the one thing that Mycroft really cared for had turned the doctor into an enemy.
He was with Sherlock at 221B Baker Street when she got Mary’s video. He watched it with contempt as his sister started shaking in fury.
She turned to him, her big cobalt blue eyes practically begging him to end it all. He looked into those eyes that had always made him cave and he told her the truth about their two missing siblings.
All she did was smile sadly. “I knew. I knew Eurus wasn’t dead and I got a letter from Ford years ago.”
That didn’t surprise him. Ford and Eurus had always cared about Sherlock more than anything, so it only made sense that Ford contacted her about his and Eurus’ survival.
He walked forward and held her hands in his. “Go see our parents. I can get you a pass into Sherringford to see Eurus and a plane ticket to wherever our oldest brother is.”
She smiled and, in a rare show of emotion, hugged him tight before running into her bedroom the pack. While he waited, he pulled the DVD from Mary out of the player and snapped it in half. His sister didn’t need that bitch or her husband.
Mycroft had met a lot of cold and heartless people, but in his opinion the Watson’s took it to a new level. They used and abused his sister, even though she would have and almost had died for them.
Irene Adler had called him the “Iceman” but in Mycroft’s humble opinion, that title belonged to John Watson.
The cold son of a bitch deserved all the misery in the world and he would get it.
Mycroft was the 'British Government' after all.