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[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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[highfunctioning]

One of these days Sherlock really would make good on the promise he'd made at Boxing Day brunch 1986 and feed Mycroft his own tie.

"The only thing John will tell me is that it's all due to a master plan of Moriarty's. That he somehow publicly discredited me and exposed me as a fraud."

The regurgitation of what little John had told him wasn't for its own sake; he watched for Mycroft's reaction through that passive mask.