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."

Comments

[highfunctioning]

"More or less." Being from the least advanced point in time was making him very irritable about the whole thing. Sherlock was accustomed to having the most information by default, and hounding John and Mycroft for answers that he would in other circumstances already have was tedious and just a little unflattering to his ego.

Mycroft's attention was ostensibly back on the window, and Sherlock took his leave without so much as a goodbye.