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Mycroft has never liked the rain. Consequently, he takes the precaution of carrying a sturdy umbrella with him everywhere he sets foot. It has the added benefit of making him look like one of those "impending doom" sorts. He rather enjoys that.

Mycroft's deductive abilities surpass Sherlock's. However, he does not possess the drive and passion to fuel a career as a detective. He resorts to employing his talents for security and counter-intelligence purposes only.

He fell in love once, and fell hard. The bitter irony is the fact that Sherlock later stood over her body, deducing her cause of death. Mycroft has elected never to make the mistake of loving like that again. He truly believes that caring is not an advantage.

Mycroft secretly loathes his own first name. He reasons that such a pretentious person as himself should not be in competition with such a pretentious name.

He suffers from chronic depression. Mycroft has a general dissatisfaction with life, having always been practical, responsible, and coolly logical. He occasionally resents Sherlock for choosing a more exciting path.

Mycroft has always liked jigsaw puzzles. He feels that there is something childishly reasonable in them, and he has often used puzzles as a medium when attempting to rationalize with his younger brother. He sniffs at Sherlock's affection for Cluedo, thinking the game, "Abominable!"

He lives alone. When he returns home after a trying day, no one waits for him with an exasperated but fond expression, saying, "You look tired. I'll put the kettle on." He genuinely values his solitude, but when he looks to the future, he sees no change. No warmth ahead.

Mycroft does not want children. Though he is undoubtedly certain that any offspring of his would be exceptional and leave their mark upon the world, after raising one good man—yet coming so very close to failing, he doesn't want to tempt fate a second time.

He enjoys serving his country. Even so, his mind gets away from him, wondering and desiring without his permission. And because he is his father's son, he puts these covert plans away, perhaps permanently. He will do his duty. He will make the hard choice. He knows that one can only pretend for so long that the needs of the few outweigh the needs of the many.

Mycroft cares deeply for Sherlock. He is unorthodox to the extreme in his motives of protection, but has a fatherly fondness for his younger brother. Mycroft feels extremely agitated when hearing Sherlock refer to him as his, "arch enemy." He is fully aware that he is the one to blame.

He completely approves of John. Mycroft thinks John an excellent partner, influence, and—dare he say it—friend for Sherlock. Though he kidnaps the doctor at least twice a week, Mycroft is enormously fond John, the only person to date who actually prefers Sherlock's company.

Mycroft often fantasizes about strangling his brother. Fortunately, the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. Therefore, he can hate Sherlock even as he loves him, because the high-functioning sociopath matters to him.

He despises Anderson's very existence. Mycroft nurses a deep dislike for anyone who insistently considers themselves a genius. Having to be so obvious about it, means, by default, that they aren't a genius in the least. The difference between Anderson and Sherlock is that Sherlock hardly ever refers to himself as a genius. He simply refers to others as idiots. Mycroft can respect that.

Mycroft prides himself in his ability to mask his flaws from the world. Unlike his brother, he can pass off as "normal," though he possess quite a few anti-social tendencies. He never once called Sherlock a freak, though the two men have had many a row over Sherlock's reckless personality. It was Mycroft who forced Sherlock to detox, saying that it was, "for Sherlock's own good."

He has not been thanked.

He has a bit too much fun playing the role of the sinister, secretive and controlling government official. After all, if Sherlock gets the stunning grey eyes and impressive height, shouldn't he have his fun?

Mycroft has a dreadfully low opinion of humanity as a whole. This is perhaps the one agreement he willingly shares with Sherlock. The masses of dim-witted people are torturous to both of them.

He will always look back upon one aspect of his childhood without regret. Pirates.


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-Spark Writer-