Title: Of Colds and Burning Chestnuts
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairings: John/Sherlock
Prompt: chestnuts roasting
Word Count:221B
Notes: I have a cold and feel miserable so it's a short drabble without Pest, Sherlock and John because they aren't allowed angst or suffering for the remainder of this series.

Mycroft glared at the speaker playing carols. He wasn't in the mood. He was irritable and sick and why hadn't he ever gotten his teams of scientists to make a real cure for the common cold?

He was paying for his inattention to that last detail with a miserable cold and a lack of desire to do any of the things he needed to do. He just wanted to sleep, until his cold was gone.

It didn't help that most of the Christmas songs playing talked about being with someone, unless they were one of the Christmas songs lamenting the fact that person was lonely...

Mycroft was lonely and he was jealous. Sherlock had a lover and he didn't have one. Sherlock had finally found the person who would love and accept him the way he was, while he was still waiting for his person to show up.

He envied Sherlock not just John who was amazing and fantastic but the connection, Mycroft wanted someone to love him. To tend to him not for money or for the favors he could do for them but because they honestly loved him.


The radio was still playing, this time about Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, and as he suffered through a particularly violent series of sneezes, he hoped that the chestnuts burned.