Rated: PG-13 (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. Mycroft POV. Mycroft, John.
Spoilers: A Study in Pink, A Scandal in Belgravia.
Summary: Even a fully vetted pup sometimes turns out entirely differently than you expected.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a "B" word), of course!
Note: This begins a series of 221B fics that all end in the same word. It shouldn't be hard to figure out what that word is. Several more of these are on the way, most likely as weekly installments. Sorry, but I just couldn't help myself. Also, please note that I'm American, and while I don't change spelling so as not to be a poseur, I appreciate any and all Britpicking in the dialogue - especially in this series. If I get it wrong, Brits, let me know. Thanks!
The first time I met him, John Watson reminded me of a young terrier I once had: short, stocky, smarter than average, and filled to the brim with a fight he didn't quite know what to do with.
He was everything a good pup should be, and somehow, my brother had taken a shine to him. That alone piqued my interest, but the fact that John didn't seem to mind Sherlock's attention doubled it.
That's why I brought him in. Research didn't let me look John Watson in the eye, and I needed to see what I was up against. I liked what I saw then, and I dared to hope that this man could temper Sherlock's fire.
But as I look at Doctor Watson now, giggling maniacally alongside my naked brother in Buckingham Palace of all places, I can only sigh at the conflagration that is these two men together. It may be a more controlled fire than those in Sherlock's past, but it's still damn annoying.
I really should learn to be careful what I wish for.
For while my terrier became a fine dog and I sold him for exactly what I'd expected, John Watson surprised me.
That doesn't happen often.
But I suppose even a fully vetted pup sometimes turns out entirely differently than you expected.