for Mycroft

[highfunctioning]

John still refused to talk about Sherlock's "death," and while it was touching that he was so bereaved, Sherlock needed to process. He'd spent some time in the Moriarty wing of his mind palace, which hadn't been as helpful as he would have liked. In fact, it left him feeling rather dreadful. Which led him to his next course of action; seeking out Mycroft.

He'd never questioned the fact that he and his brother had been taken from the same day on Earth, even after learning about the shifted timelines of others. Mycroft was inscrutable like that, and had basically looked as he presently did since the mid 1990s.

Sherlock found him on the observation deck, as he knew he would; umbrella in hand, he might have been idling on a Brighton pier.

"Whatever it is you've done, you might as well tell me now and save us both some time."

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[the_iceman]

Whatever Sherlock thought he saw, there was no such thing. Relief - small though it might be - would only come from knowing that he had not helped the criminal mastermind plan his brother's demise. If he could not establish that, than there would be no relief.

"Have you got the answers you came here for?" He dead-panned. He was through with this conversation and he was through pretending he didn't mind having it.