This is what happens when you watch the Fall, and then listen to the soundtrack to Wicked. Don't own, don't sue.
Mycroft was crying.
A wasn't sure if she was happy about this or not.
It was her night. Once every lunar month (not calendar month, she'd insisted) he had to take her out to an event of her choosing, for which he would pay, and on that night there was to be no discussion of work.
Of course, it rarely worked exactly how she wanted it to, but this month she'd thought it would be good for them both.
He'd gotten the tickets to Wicked, just as she'd wanted. At first he'd just seemed mildly bored, as he usually did. it wasn't until the lights came up at the interval that she saw he was crying.
"What is it?"
He just shook his head.
She turned her attention back to the stage as the play resumed, and she tried to figure out exactly why Mycroft was upset.
She saw his hand tense on the seat-arm as the characters sang about Elphaba, and how she was so evil, water would melt her.
Oh.
Right.
His brother, is that what this is? She wasn't good with emotions. What should she say?
When the curtain came down at the end, A expected Mycroft to have regained control of himself.
He hadn't. he pressed a hand to his eyes.
"One moment, my dear. I seem to have something in my eye."
"Yes, sir."
Good news, he's dead! Is that what people think? The papers seemed to say so. Mycroft ducked his head, trying to cover the tear tracks. He hadn't cried at the funeral. He hadn't cried when John had begged the corpse to get up. to not be dead. He hadn't cried when he'd realised that Sherlock was alive, and had kept it from him.
But this. It was too close.
During loathing, he imagined Sherlock and Moriarty circling each other. In Defying Gravity, he saw his brother diving off the building. In the Wizard and I, he imagined John singing about working with Sherlock. He gave a watery laugh at the image.
And who was he, if Sherlock was Elphaba? Nessa Rose? No. Maybe Galinda.
Maybe the Wizard.
He didn't want to think about this anymore.
"Come along, my dear."
"Yes sir." She pretended not to notice he was upset, tapping away at her blackberry, and they left the theatre together.
He looked at the Defying Gravity shirts and imagined Sherlock wearing one. Too soon, he decided.
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