Love your Brother
Chapter 1: Sticking up for Big Brother
"Keep your big nose out of our business, Mycroft. You don't govern mine or Sherlock's life, and your interference is not welcome. Your brother is a big boy and doesn't need a minder or a keeper. So, stop offering me incentives to spy on him and keep you informed of what goes on in this flat." John stood as close to Mycroft as possible, poking his finger into Mycroft's chest. His action would have two big men removing anyone else.
"You don't understand, John. There's a killer who has targeted my brother because of me, and I intend to keep him safe and unharmed this time. I'm only asking you to ensure that Sherlock moves, with you of course, to a safe house for a few days. I had no intention of suggesting a bribe or incentive. My brother's life is too valuable to allow that madman, Davison, out there hurting me by killing him." Mycroft was for once really was not trying to interfere with Sherlock but protect him.
Sherlock had seen his brother's car and quietly had climbed the stairs. When he heard the augment between his roommate and brother, he stood on the landing and listened.
"Too valuable, you use him as a personal one-man attack dog when you want to get something done. Perhaps you should have thought about his value before you told Moriarty all his secrets and weaknesses and almost got him killed." John anger was rising as he shouted, fist clenched.
"You don't know why I did what I did, so don't assume you do." Mycroft voice was edged in frost as he moved back from the doctor.
"Your brother may call me an idiot, but I know you're the one who gave that mad man information to destroy your brother."
"Stop!" Sherlock stepped into the room and moved between the two. "Mycroft is right John. You don't know why it was important for Moriarty to get the information."
"You're defending him," pointing a thumb toward Mycroft. "If anything, you should hate him more than I do. He caused you to give up two years of your life. Do not defend this piranha."
"John," Sherlock began but stopped for a minute when Mycroft shook his head and said before Sherlock could continue.
"You do not need to do this, brother mine. Dr. Watson's opinion of myself is unimportant." Mycroft knew it might hurt Sherlock's relationship with John to tell him what had happened.
"It's not fair to you for him to blame you for something we decided and planned together. Both of us felt that this was the only way to make Moriarty tip his hand. I knew what could happen if we carried through with the plan."
"Don't cover for him and claim you knew about it. He didn't think of you as your reputation was destroyed, then blamed for the crimes you solved, or you had to jump to your death. Then spend two years running being hurt and even tortured while your friends grieved, and he just sat behind his big desk."
"Enough John, you know nothing. Mycroft and I planned this together. And he has been trying to make up for everything that went wrong during those two years since I came back. Like attempting to protect me from this madman, although he knows I won't hide."
John exploded, "You planned this, knew what would happen and didn't feel the need to inform your best friend. And now you expect me to forgive that not only Mycroft but you for tearing my life apart for two years."
Hanging his head down, "I'm sorry, so sorry you suffered John but it was necessary. Mycroft only did what was needed to take Moriarty down."
"Doctor Watson, I know you're upset, but I must insist that Sherlock comes with me. The safe house would only be for a few days, a week at most until we capture this madman. It is not the time for this discussion." Mycroft interrupted.
John turned on both men, "Then tell me when it is the right time. You both felt it was fine to cause such pain. Well, you deserve each other. Yes, take him to the safe house. If I ever see either of you again, it will be too soon. When he tucks you safely away from the maniac, I'll pick up my belongings." John grabbed his coat and stomped down the stairs.