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 03:57 pm (UTC)"You do. It's the only explanation."
John was visibly angry when Mycroft's name came up, but refused to tell Sherlock why, which obviously meant it had something to do with "the fall." If Mycroft was from a similarly ignorant point in time to Sherlock's, John's reaction would have been totally different. Mycroft knew. Sherlock knew he knew. In all likelihood, Mycroft knew Sherlock knew he knew.
The dissembling was incredibly annoying.