for Mycroft
Jun. 29th, 2012 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highfunctioningJohn 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."
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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Date: 2012-06-29 03:45 pm (UTC)Now, when Sherlock approached him so violently, one might think that he was referring to his incident (any of the incidents) with Stuart Dakin. Perhaps he could have meant the vampire incident, or the one with large green man. But this was Sherlock and he wouldn't be interest in knowing the details of any of that. There was only person that would cause such a reaction from his brother and only one incident that he could think of. So yes, Mycroft knew exactly what Sherlock was talking about.
"I have no idea."