Hello! I'll be finishing Awakenings this weekend. Sorry for the delay. Had to start this, though...more on its way.
Prologue
It is a misconception most have of him. One that really is most unfair. Sherlock Holmes has plenty of emotions, & with startling regularity sets them on display for the world to witness. He doesn't hide, or shy away from, or indeed, subvert attention. He yearns for attention. He desires attention almost as much as nicotine. What is true, & what most hone in on, is the fact that he doesn't always like or understand the nature of said emotions. He feels, he reacts, he behaves like a thunderstorm in June & leaves the rest to clean it up.
Now, Mycroft Holmes hides his emotions. He understands them, to a degree. He accepts what is socially expected & behaves accordingly. Mycroft doesn't feel much, he's too busy bothering about what he thinks. He overanalyses, to the point of paralysis.
What would happen, then, when Sherlock feels, but cannot express? He's so accustomed to expressing. It's always worked in the past. What would he do? Whom would he turn to to sort out these bothersome inclinations toward deep, unanswerable emotions that cloud his mind?
Mycroft. His brother. He is the person whom he aspires to be like. Yes. Mycroft would understand, & council him on a problem most confounding, most unfair, most taxing on his brain. For when he discovers that he is in love, he must decide whether to act, or to suppress.