Here is the second oneshot. Hope you like it blackdragon157.

"Do you really have to leave?" I ask as I sit on the bed. Mycroft was going to America for a couple days. He had some mission. "You don't do leg work." I say and pout.

He sighs and sits on the bed. "Calliah… I know you don't want me to go. I don't want to go but my job needs me to."

"Tell the Queen to shove it." I say and bring my knees to my chest.

He chuckles and places a hand on my cheek. "Are you sure you don't want Molly or Sherlock to come and stay with you?"

I shake my head and lean into his hand. "No… I'll be fine." I say softly. I didn't want to bother them with my stupid fears.

"Okay. I'll be back in two days. It will be like I was never gone." He says and kisses me softly. I kiss back, trying to remember the love he feels for me. He pulls back and smiles softly. "I'll call you when I land in D.C."

"You better." I say softly and watch him leave. I sigh and lay back. It had been a couple weeks since Irene took me. I really didn't want to be alone, but I couldn't let Mycroft get in trouble for my whining. I watch the fan go around and sigh. "I should go out." I say and stand up. I got ready and started to leave. I opened the door and stand there. I stood there for three minutes until my phone started ringing. I answer it without looking at who was calling. "Hello?"

"What are you doing?" I hear Sherlock ask me.

"Nothing why?" I ask.

"I'm coming over." He says and hangs up.

I sigh and shut the door. "I'll go out tomorrow. I can do it at any time." I tell myself and sit down.

Sherlock walks in after a couple minutes. "Calliah, we have a case."

I look at him. "What?"

"A case. Let's go." He says and pulls me up.

"Outside?" I ask, looking at the door.

"Of course outside Calliah." Sherlock says and starts pulling me to the door.

I pull away from him and cross my arms. "I can't."

"What do you mean? Did Mycroft tell you that you couldn't?" He asks.

"Yes!" I say and look at him. I felt bad about lying but I couldn't go out today. "Let's just stay here and watch a movie."

"I can't. I have a case." He frowns and sighs. "I'll ask Molly." He says and kisses my head. "Have fun." He runs out.

I sigh and sit down. "I'll go tomorrow."

Later that night, I was laying down to go to bed. I look over at the other side of the bed. I place a hand on Mycroft's pillow and sighs. I missed him already. I didn't feel safe without him. I guess my brain agreed with me.

"Hello little sister." I hear behind me. I turn around and see a hall of mirrors, all having Irene in them.

I turn around and see mirrors all around me. "Where are you?" I yell.

"Oh I'm here but you won't be near me." She taunts me. One side of the mirrors get removed and I see Mycroft. I rush over and when I get close, he disappears. "Oh no. Where did Mycroft go?"

"Calliah." I hear behind me. I turn around and see Mycroft. I run into his arms and start crying. He pushes me off and scoffs. "Get away from me freak."

I tear up and look at him. "Croft?"

"Oh god. Do you know how annoying that is? Croft this. Croft that. She is so annoying and stupid." Mycroft says and looks at me with disgust. "I can't believe I married you. I will be divorcing you and taking Mychela."

I start sobbing. "What? No. Please don't leave me."

"I was living with a girl whose excitement was a new chip flavor." He says and rolls his eyes. Irene goes to him and he wraps an arm around her. "You my dear will be a better mother. So smart and amazing. Not to mention skinny." He says and kisses her.

I start sobbing and see some feet in front of me. I look up and see Sherlock. "Sherlock…"

"Oh god. She is so pathetic." He says and scoffs at me. He goes to Mycroft and Irene. "Why were we friends with her?"

"We pitied her?" Mycroft asks.

Mycroft picks up Mychela and hands her to Irene. "Mummy." Mychela says to Irene.

"Even Mychela has good taste. She won't have to deal with that loser as her mother." Sherlock says and glares at me. "Such a worthless fatty. I can't believe I use to call her my best friend."

I wake up and sit up. I look around and sigh. "It was a dream…" I say softly. I get up and go to Mychela. I softly touch her face and smiles softly. I frown and go to the bathroom. "Mychela does deserve a better mum…" I say and look at myself in the mirror. "Someone who she could be proud of…" I start crying softly. My phone started ringing and I dried my tears and answered it. "H-Hello?"

"Calliah? Are you okay?" Mycroft asks me.

"I'm fine." I say softly.

"Did I call at a bad time?" He asks.

"No I was up…" I say and sit in the bathroom.

"I love you." He says and I could tell he was smiling.

"I love you too." I say as I look at my razor. Mycroft made sure that I didn't keep any of my blades, but after that nightmare, I could really use a release. I needed a release.

"Calliah?" I hear Mycroft say.

"Oh what did you say?" I ask.

"I just said to get some sleep and kiss Mychela for me…" He says.

"I will." I tell him. "Love you." I say and hang up. I get my razor and tear it apart. I finally get a blade and smile. "Just once." I say softly. I roll up my shorts and go to cut my leg when the doorbell rings. "Who the hell?" I say and get up. I place my blade on the sink and go to the door. I grab the bat I kept on the side of the door and looked through the hole. I can see Sherlock waiting and crossing his arms. I open the door and look at him. "What are you doing here?" I ask. I really wanted to go back to the bathroom and release my pain.

"What are you doing up?" He asks.

"I was on the phone with Mycroft." I fib a little. I was on the phone with Mycroft a little before this.

"Liar." He says and comes in.

"Why don't you come in Sherlock?" I say sarcastically. I see him go into my bedroom and rush after him. "Sherlock, what are you doing here?"

He starts looking around. "Just looking."

"Well look later." I say and groan. "I'm tired." He frowns and starts to go into the bathroom. I rush in front of him and stops him. "Don't go in there… I puked. Yeah I puked."

"You aren't sick or pregnant." He says and tries to move me.

"It's my house so leave!" I yell. Mychela starts crying and I groan.

"Go get your baby." He says and pushes me aside.

I look at the bathroom door and Mychela. "Shit." I say and go to her. I pick her up and rock her. "It's okay baby girl. Mummy is here." I say softly and she calms down. "What a good girl." I say and rock her to sleep. I lay her down and smile.

"What is this?" I hear behind me. I knew what he had found and didn't want to turn around. "Calliah… turn around."

I slowly turn around and see him holding the blade. "I can explain."

"Is it that you destroyed your razor to get a blade?" Sherlock asks. I look away and tear up. "Were you really going to cut in the room beside the one that your daughter was sleeping in?"

"I know I'm a mad mum, no need to remind me." I say and run out the room. I run to the kitchen and hide under the table. I bring my knees to my chest and hide my face.

I hear Sherlock come in and look around. He looks under the table and sighs. "Calliah…" He moves under the table and sits by me. "You aren't a bad mum." He says softly. "Why were you going to do it? I thought you were not doing that."

I sigh and tell him about my dream, sobbing when I finished. Sherlock pulls me to him and comforts me. I finally calm down and I keep my head on his chest. "Calliah. I'm so sorry that this is happening to you."

"It's fine…" I say and close my eyes.

"It's not though. Do you have these dreams when Mycroft is here?" He asks.

"Not really. I sometimes get Irene in there, but no nightmares. More of memories." I explain.

"So Mycroft keeps the nightmares away." Sherlock guesses.

"Pretty much." I say and sit up.

"What if I stand in place of Mycroft?" He offers.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Like I sleep here so you have someone and I hang out with you until he comes back." He explains.

"No cases?" I ask.

"No cases." He says and smiles.

"I would like that…" I say softly.

"Okay then. Let's get to bed." He says and gets up. I follow him out and we go my bedroom. We lay down and Sherlock looks at me. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I should be. I'll wake up if I have any nightmares." I say and curl up.

"Night." He says as I fell asleep.

The next day and night passed by fast, and before I knew it, Sherlock, Mychela and I were waiting for Mycroft at the airport. I was standing on my tippy toes, looking for him. I finally see him and grin. "Mycroft!" I yell and run to him. He drops his bag and wraps his arms around me. "Oh Mycroft." I say softly and hold him close to me. "Never leave again."

"I won't love. I won't." He says into my hair.

We got home and Sherlock took Mychela to her play room. Mycroft and I were sitting on the couch, me in his arms. "I missed you so much." I say softly.

He plays with my hair. "I missed you too."

"I should tell you something." I say, not moving my head off his chest.

"What is it love?" He asks and kisses my head.

"I, um, almost cut…" I say softly and close my eyes.

"I know… Sherlock and I talked." He says softly. He makes me look at him. "I am so sorry that I wasn't here to protect you. I feel horrible."

"You don't hate me?" I ask.

"Why would I hate you?" He asks, concerned.

"That I would do that next to the room that our daughter was in…" I say and look down.

"Oh love…" He says and kisses me softly. "I could never hate you for one and two, you are human. We make mistakes. You know for a fact that I do. I will never hate you and you will never experience this situation ever again. Next time my boss asks me to go to America or on a trip, I will tell her that both you and Mychela go with or to stuff it." He says and smiles.

I giggle and nod. "Good." I look up at him. "I love you Mycroft Holmes."

"Love you too Calliah Holmes."