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He Was My Little Brother
By waterrain
Mycroft turned off his television, he grabbed his umbrella, and decided to go on a walk. However after walking for several minutes he was approached by a news-reporter.
"What do you think of the recent suicide of the fake genius? Why do you think he jumped?" One of the news-reporter asked calmly and Mycroft gave them a cold smile. "What are your thoughts on the matter Sir."
"I believe it is rather tragic that instead of reporting important news that the media would decide to do a report on suicide. I believe he decided to commit suicide was due to the media and how they harassed him." Mycroft said in an icy voice, the new-reports looked shock, and he went on. "Sherlock Holmes the one you have labeled as a fake genius is my little brother and to be honest I blame the media. For the media was a bully for how they harassed him. Asking questions, crowding him, and ignored how he did not want to talk to them or anyone belonging to the press."
They did not think that Sherlock Holmes had any family members for he didn't seem the type to have any.
"It does not help that my dear baby brother was bullied when he was in school. Must have brought back memories of those days and decided to end his life for it seems as if he will never escape unless he was dead." Mycroft stated to them and he smiled coldly. "At least at long last my brother no longer has to deal with the cruelty of the media, the cruelty of people, and having to live in this cold world. He was my little brother and I was unable to save him from himself. I was unable to keep my dear little brother safe under the safety of my umbrella."
Mycroft looked at the speechless media, titled his head to the side, and opened up his umbrella.
"Imagine if it was a family member or a friend or a neighbor or a classmate or a spouse or a lover that decided to take their own life. Would you honestly want to see that in the newspaper or on the television?" Mycroft commented coldly, he turned around, and walked away. There was only silence and Mycroft walked to his house.
In the safety of his home, Mycroft released the tears that he had been holding in for an entire week, and he did not notice that his television was on. Sherlock made his way out of his brother's house a few minutes before Mycroft arrived for he figured it would take him a little bit of time to come back, he swiped an umbrella, a coat that is rather large on him since his brother is bigger than him, a short red wig, and a pair of sunglasses to help with his disguise.
Hours later Mycroft would discover one of his umbrella's are missing, his favorite coat along with his favorite pair of sunglasses, and the short red wig that he was going to give to charity. He would be briefly confused, but then Mycroft would go and look at the videofeed that he has running 24/7.
"He is alive." Mycroft would whisper to himself, he would feel relief that his brother is alive, and he would make sure no one knows for Sherlock obviously does not want anyone to find out. "My brother is still among the living."
The media decided against mentioning or talking about the suicide of the fake genius again due to thousands of letters which came in hours after Sherlock's older brother spoke to the media.
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