A/N: Post Reichenbach, obviously. Based off of my dad's "Theoriarty" as we've taken to call it. This is the prologue- don't worry, the chapters will be much longer than this. And it will get better. Might just do one chapter, then the final chapter, not sure. Review with suggestions?

This is killing me to write, by the way. I don't know if I should be proud or devastated that I feel like Moffat. *sniffle*

So yeah, here you go. I think the author's note might be longer than the actual prologue now, so I'm gonna shut up. ENJOY! :D


He didn't know what to do. He knew he had to go in. He knew, sooner or later, he'd have to step inside. He'd have to confront him. And he'd have to kill him before he killed again. Just as he had done all his men.

Standing on the doorstep, yet concealed from the view of any, he wondered if the man inside knew that he had figured it out. He wondered if he knew that he, Sherlock Holmes, had discovered the unbelievable, heartbreaking secret.

The secret of Mycroft Holmes, and his connection with James Moriarty, which was very different than one might think. And definitely much, much closer.


A/N: Tell me what you thought. R&R. I'll love you forever.

Keep Writing. XD