Holly couldn't believe what she had just heard. Mycroft is her father. Holly sighed and thought about it for a moment. There had to be some sort of similarities amongst them. The accent, the hair, the eye colour, and the same facial features—she realised this immediately.

Finally, Holly looked at the food on her plate, deciding that she would be sick if she ate it. She pushed the seat back, stood, and slung her school bag over her shoulder. She left the tall Victorian, and went to school.

.°.

Mycroft returned to the dining table, seeing the plate untouched and the chair pushed back, not placed under the table—as it should be. He sighed. That girl would absolutely be starving. He sighed again. He would be late for work if he didn't get going.

Mycroft scowled. It seemed that going to work and covering for Sherlock was all he ever did nowadays. He longed to do something else—just this once—for a change. But, for now, work was on the menu.

So, the man stepped into the foyer, took his coat and umbrella, and headed to work.

He took no notice to the black cotton puffs in the sky. Nor did he heed the chill of the wind. Right now, work was his priority, and he intended for it to remain that way—for the moment.

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Holly groaned as the rain pounded on the road before her. She would be positively soaking by the time she reached school.

"Why must it always rain?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She already had a lot to think about, and the rain was not making anything easier.

Holly rolled her eyes at the crying sky.

Ever since the death of her mother, the rain always depicted a horrible day. Holly hated that it rained so often, but she couldn't control the weather, so she simply dealt with it.

Thinking of the nice bomb dropped courtesy of Mycroft, Holly thought nothing of the impending doom to come.

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Mycroft sat down in his office chair, the chair squeaking in protest at the weight of the man. He looked around, observing the slight amount of light filtering through the small windows.

"Should've made Holly take an umbrella..." he said to himself.

Not even he paid attention to the dark signs in the skies.