The Mycroft Connection Moment
Sherlock wants to know exactly how Rose knows Mycroft.
This story takes place immediately after "Crisis Averted" (Part 7 of my Sherlock's Rose" series).
"Tell me how you know my brother. You two seemed quite friendly today."
Rose looked up at Sherlock. They were in his bed, her head was on his chest, and both of his arms were draped around her. They were both recovering from the high they had experienced after rushing back to Baker Street and tumbling into bed to eagerly finish what they had started this morning before heading to Mycroft's office. At his words, though, she looked up at him. From this angle, she could see the insecurity in his eyes and the uncertain set of his jaw. Therefore, she knew that, even though what he had just said had come out sounding blunt and forceful, it was really anything but. At any rate, she had been expecting this question, but not really at this moment. However, she certainly knew that tact and timing weren't really Sherlock's forte, either. Therefore, she just rolled with it and hoped that her answer would set his mind at ease.
"Torchwood, mainly," she replied, answering his question honestly. There was absolutely no reason not to do so. "The usual…business meetings, charity balls, etc…"
Sherlock considered her answer for a moment and then he asked, "Does he know the truth or did he get the same version of the story that John did?"
"Your brother is an amazingly intelligent and powerful man, Sherlock," Rose stated truthfully, "and officially he certainly knows more than John does about Torchwood. However, I really don't think that he has the necessary imagination to really accept what we do. Therefore, as far as I know, he doesn't believe in aliens and he probably never will unless he sees it with his own eyes – even then I have my doubts. I have often thought about introducing him to a "visitor," but I don't really know if his psyche can handle it! I don't want to be responsible for what would happen if his view of the world was shattered like that. He certainly is not as flexible in his thinking as you are, Sherlock!"
Sherlock pondered this thought for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. That certainly did sound like his brother. Then another question occurred to him. "Have you really danced with him?" he asked with a touch of disbelief.
"Oh, yes! Several times – he's quite good at it, actually!" Rose said it lightheartedly, but noticed another flash of that insecurity that years of dealing with his brother had apparently instilled in him. Therefore, she leaned even closer to him and whispered huskily, "As much as I like your brother, though, it is not really his moves or flexibility that I want to see right now."
Sherlock growled his appreciation at her suggestion and then immediately proceeded to take her up on the offer. All thoughts of his older brother were then forgotten for the time being.
