^See? This is why I ship Mycroft and his umbrella. ^
Sherlock;
It had actually been quite embarrassing. You were at crime scene, kidnapping. You had been reading the note from the kidnappers, you analyzing the language of each carefully chosen word to dig up as many details as possible. Sherlock doing the same from over your shoulder, his hand resting on the opposite shoulder. Only, he wasn't looking for root words and signs of different languages' pigeoning, he was looking for small details in the paper, the tiniest trace from the ink, and using even the smallest pieces to fit the puzzle together. The Detective Inspector hadn't been Lestrade, but he had needed help, and Lestrade had suggested Sherlock's help to Hilgriff.
"Why would you bring your girlfriend to a crime scene?" The DI thought aloud, you instantly tensing at the false acknowledgement.
"Uh- no. I'm not-" You'd always thought you turned really red in the cold, but no. This, this was a million times worse, only your face wasn't freezing off, it was melting!
"She's not my girlfriend. Coworker, and a female friend, yes, but we are not, how you say, 'together'. " As you guessed, even Sherlock seemed both taken aback, and embarrassed at the mistake. In attempt to salvage any part of the conversation that wasn't awkward, you spoke up.
"And to answer your question, I'm doing a linguistic analysis on the kidnapper." You tried a friendly approach, even though it really wasn't your area.
"You mean 'kidnappers'?" No wonder he needed Sherlock's help. If either of you could roll your eyes any harder- they'd fall out of your head. You both spent the next twenty minutes explaining that the fluctuation between "I will", and "we have" signified that there was only one kidnapper, trying to convince people there were more. He still didn't understand. Moron. No wonder he confused you two for a couple!
John;
It was just another tea time at 221B Baker Street. You still had yet to meet the infamous flatmate, but you never really thought about that. You sat on the sofa, sipping your tea and chatting while John did the same from his chair, both lounging comfortably. Tea was made by the marvelous Mrs. Hudson, and you'd brought some delicious biscuits along with you. You weren't expecting Sherlock to walk in, and especially not what he said.
"I see you've got a new girlfriend, John. Should really try to stay with the same one for more than a week." The unease settled in, before John began stammering a reply. Instead of actually trying to deny it immediately, you closed your eyes, assessed the situation, then went to help John.
"We aren't together, I believe John's dating Jeanette. We're just friends, I can assure you." You said as kindly as possible, while trying not to laugh at John's many failed attempts to do what you just did. Sherlock hummed before responding, talking only to John.
"Pity, she actually doesn't seem as stupid as they normally come." John's face at that moment- the mix of distress and discomposure- it was worth all the mortification on your part about the basic mistake.
"I assume you're Sherlock, then. Y/n L/n." You introduced, smiling as you did so. He nodded, scanning you over like John always said he would.
"Yes, you're his friend who recently ended a romantic relationship. A serious one, by the looks of it. Obvious tan line from what appears to have been a heart-locket. Doctor, going from the 'MD' badge in your purse. Yet you have troubles sleeping, but it seems you don't mind that at all." He continued, you nodding along to confirm all of his deductions. All while John stared, mouth agape at you. You and (crush's name) had broken up, and you had failed to hadn't told him?
Mycroft;
Being the semi-normal friends you were trying to be, you and Mycroft decided to try going to a café, and just chat in a place where socialites thrived, even though that word fit neither of you. So, today you were at Notes, across the street from the lab you worked at. It's kind of almost funny that it'd be the one place you'd never been, doing the one thing you'd never done, that you'd be assumed to be in a romantic relationship. You had just been sitting down, talking kindly, awaiting your drinks, nibbling on a ginormous muffin when said mistake occurred. Finally, they came around with the two drinks in their two hands.
"For you sir, a straight black coffee." the older gentleman stated as he sat it in front of Mycroft, who lifted it in thank you with a warm smile before taking a sip. You tore off a piece of the muffin, popping it into your mouth and beginning to chew it.
"And for your lovely girlfriend," You both nearly did a spit take while he checked the drink, "a (favorite hot drink)." He smiled warmly at you two, while you tried to recover from the ultimate embarrassment.
"N-No, we're not-" Your finger flicking between you and Mycroft. This had to be the first time you'd ever seen the always so professional man at a loss for words, or even looking humiliated.
"W-We're n-not together!" He stumbled into the sentence, face as pink as if he'd been pinched, likely reflecting your own rosy cheeks.
"I-I actually have a boyfriend- one that's not, well, him." You tried to explain, your humiliation causing a stutter to form into your words. The man looked equally as mortified, but was quick to laugh it off.
"My bad, then. Just friends, it'd seem. Sorry for my mistake." He apologized, not even thinking to rush it, but quickly left after said agitating task was over. You and Mycroft stared at each other, looking at the other's discomfiture and discomfort lined on their face, before bursting out with gut-splitting laughter at the near exact same time.
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