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Coldness rushed all over his body. John thought he were being soaked into ice water, while his brain was dizzy as if he were just experiencing high-speed movement. 

It felt like lasting for years, but John somehow felt his memories fragments flashed quickly as if in a dream.

"-Hey... Sherlock? You’re back?"

What a familiar scene, as it was in reality.

John opened his eyes.

The familiar person, in the familiar room. Mrs Hudson held the baked scones, looking at them with an amiable and hesitate smile. John glanced around at Sherlock and Mrs Hudson, murmured with hesitation, "Mrs Hudson…?"

Honestly, it’s far from what he’d expected of! He had expected seeing the machinations during Mycroft’s secret operations, or a kid Mycroft with innocence and loveliness(though John doubted whether there had ever been such a period), and, of course, Mycroft’s early love affairs (to be honest, he had been curious about it for a long time). He've even prepared inroducing himself to those Mycrofts who hadn’t met him yet, and telling them why he's here. But - here in his home? With Mrs. Hudson?

"Oh, you must be the new tenant. Sherlock's really sweet, isn't he? Even told you how to call me!" Mrs. Hudson winked, her smile speaking volumes, and nodded mysteriously, "He won't do that to others." 

"Hmm, yep." John sensed the topic was about to be sidetracked to 'the couple living next door married'. He'd better shut up then.

"He's not my roommate, just happens to look alike." All of a sudden, Sherlock, who had kept silent all along, interrupted them, "In fact, I mistook him at first, too. They do resemble each other. "

"Wow! Maybe he's a long lost brother, eh?" Mrs. Hudson blinked, as if saying 'oh Sherlock don't lemme disclose your lies', and saied"So, our 'not my new tenant', would you like go upstairs to see the room? You come at the right time. I happened to make some scones - should you come tomorrow afternoon as promised you wouldn't be so lucky. "

"Er, well, OK……" John thought he'd better go back to his room first, then he will have a thorough talk with Sherlock. The uncertainty of landing made plans and preparations pointless - God knows what time point they would land, maybe it’s when Mycroft was born or when he met his first love, it’s impossible to calculate in advance. Better act according to circumstances. Sherlock, though, actually had pondered over it for three days without eating anything. (A typical annoying Sherlock, especially when he claimed he need to consider whether take this ‘interesting case’ or not just before Anthea.)

"Nope, we're in a hurry, so John won't." Sherlock suddenly held John back, said unnaturally. "We returned here just for a case. I need your dresses Mrs Hudson."

The very idea nearly scared the hell out of John.

"Hold on Sherlock, you say wh-"

"Yes your dresses, please." Sherlock masked his typical artificial smile. Mrs Hudson nastyly shocked.

Yet finally Mrs Hudson twigged what Sherlock meant, and opened up her wardrobes to them. Twisting the women’s clothing, Sherlock wore an annoyed expression, to which John almost failed to hold back his laugh.

"And, wouldn't ladies shun them when gentlemen dressing?" suggested Sherlock, gesturing at the dresses. 

"Ah, yeah, give you guys some privacy." Mrs Hudson grinned meaningfully. John cannot but prop up his forehead. God Heavens, he had married and had a daughter. "A racy night, huh?"

"Mrs Hudson!"

"Ok, ok, I'll go then." Mrs Hudson nodded as if she took a tacit hint readily somewhere, and closed the door. Sherlock kept alarmed for minutes, not relax until make sure she did go away.

"Miss her a bit, no?" Watching Sherlock sizing up dresses and trying on hats, John sighed a faint regret, trying to make conversation. 

"Careful, we're Mycroft's mind palace, John." Looking up from clothes, Sherlock's eagle-like eyes fixed on John's. "See, he knows exactly what Mrs Hudson will do just as he knows the back of his hand. Even for a nonexistent conversation, he can simply deduce it out by subconsciousness, with every single person scarcely out of character."

"Hmm…… So?"

"Mycroft can be formidable, John. In no case should you treat him lightly." Having taken off his overcoat, Sherlock set out struggling with the barely-fitted dress, which seemed a Herculean task to him, especially when he insisted wearing shirt and twill trousers beneath. "Think twice before you do anything such as accepting an invitation up the stairs. Try again and think about it! Acting separately is a necessity to our action here. Most likely you're to destroy the whole thing! Me to be killed by the memory of Mycroft? Not in a million years! It's an entire shame if happens!"

"……but what would happen if I went upstair? Or Mrs Hudson can distinguish an mind-invader by whether he goes upstairs or not?"

"No no, of course she couldn't do anything more than making scones. Stop whatever in your little mind." Sherlock unsatisfied took the dress off and changed for another one. John kneaded his eyebrows and kept being all ears for Sherlock's constant jibe or whatever. "Just reflect on what's in the rooms upstairs eh? Security cameras, from Mycroft, anywhere and everywhere! We'll be seen in our Baker Street's flat. Me, in my flat, John!"

"So what's wrong then? Why don't you just tell him the same story as Mrs Hudson that you are back for a case? "

Sherlock stopped still and eyed John, and sighed glumly after a long uncomfortable interval.

"John what on earth is in your funny little brain? Or childbearing lowered your ever-modest IQ?"("Hey, I’m not the pregnant one!") Sherlock, pressing up to John asserted categorically. "We are mind-invaders, understand? We are invaders. There are a Sherlock and a John of this world doing exactly what we did at that time. And Mycroft always knows where I am. Now imagine he finds another 'Sherlock' in our flat, what do you think will happen?"

"Ah - Then he will know we are invaders."

"Exactly. That's what I mean, LOGICAL." Turning back to the mirror, Sherlock continued to pick his dresses, "Two Sherlocks shall not be allowed in one world."

"That means …… oh we have to masquerade ourself so that the Mycroft couldn't find you. Fine I got it." John finally caught up with his brain waves and nodded his relief.

“Nailed it.” Sherlock, at long last, was fully dressed, and after he sized him up closely, found nothing wrong with him, he put on the hat that covered over half of his face. After that, he took John's arm, (God help him, John's whole arm was twitching awkwardly.) and a big smile spread over his face. "Now shall we leave - My - sweet - heart?"

Oh GOD please stop it! John Married-and-having-a-daughter Waston thought he must be all crazy.