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Chapter one lines up with chapter 84 of Seeking


Mycroft's POV
After taking most of the morning to catch up on the notes his assistant had made for him on the situations she dealt with or rescheduled, he is surprised when he realizes how calmly it had passed from morning to afternoon without any problems. Considering the doctors habit of trying to feed his brother in the past according to his grumbling he is surprised the doctor is not doing the same to him. Not that he would have noticed, he was rather zoned for a bit there.

Once his primary paperwork was all caught up he had taken to occasionally asking questions about his brother. Little things that he always wanted to know and hadn't been allowed to because of the stressful situation between them. Little things he would have loved knowing he is finding out ever so late. Like the fact that Doctor Watson had given him a lab, a proper lab, and his brother had been filled with complete joy. His brother had enjoyed teaching the teenage members of the pack about chemistry and deduction. How his brother had thrived with praise, having had little self-esteem, having felt that no matter how hard he tried he was never good enough. That his brother loved having a family that wanted him around and treated him with pleasure and joy. The way his brother had by passed expectations, taking them and beating them, filling with pleasure every time he succeeded. He learned that Sherlock only avoided eating and sleeping because he felt it was a waste of time and slowed him down. His brother only took drugs to deal with depression and feeling like he was an outcast that was unwanted. He was surprised to discover that his brother loved hot chocolate more than tea or coffee but drunk the other two more often because it was the easiest thing to get idiots to make. Apparently his brothers favorite color combination was indigo and dark lilac. His brother loved racing through the streets of London on John's back, though he was still having a hard time picturing that.

He also learned little bit about the pack, the fact it was actually divided into three parts, the base wolf pack, the military pack, and the Devon pack. That if there is situation the first two people to consider speaking with was the doctor and the cobra. That in matters of pack law the best person to speak to was the cobra seated against the fireplace with a laptop as he was the one who maintain the packs safety nd ensured the laws were followed, at least the important ones.

A short time before dinner time, the doctor queries, "I've got fish or chicken to cook, any preferences?"

It takes him a moment to realize that he is being included in the question. It is such an unusual feeling, normally Amber just sets something in front of him after he has been working for a while and whenever he eats out he has a preselected menu to stick to. He shrugs, not really caring since he likes both fish and chicken.

When the flat starts filling with the fresh scents of chicken and vegetables and fresh breads his mind turns to the fact that his brother seemed to have been adjusted to his home here. Had loved having a family so why had he killed himself? There had to have been another option besides killing himself? From what he could tell the military section of the pack had all special abilities and would have helped. So why hadn't they helped?

The questions continue to build as he eats his dinner, mildly surprised at how good of a cook the doctor is. He wonders if it has anything to do with being a shifter or if it was talent from practice. As the cobra starts cleaning up after they finish eating, he is struck by the similarity between the cobra and his brother and his anger comes bubbling to the surface.

Repeatedly the doctor and cobra had told him that they would protect his brother yet his brother was dead. They had not protected him when he had messed up and given James Moriarty too much information. Why had they not helped him?

With his anger riding him hard he moves to stand directly in front of the doctors chair, fighting to keep his features blank as he snaps, "The both of you have told me the pack protects its own and yet my brother is dead."

There is no reaction out of the wolf or cobra, save for the fact both of them stop what they are doing in order to watch him. He can feel the aggression from the cobra in the other room but is ignoring it. He is not the one his fury is currently focused on. Perhaps if he had been allowed to keep track of his brother this wouldn't have happened.

His fury mounts as the two of them continue to watch him. "He died. You were there. Why didn't you stop it?" he man demands his voice crackling with anger, "How could you let him die? I have seen that one trying to play invisible do some very impossible seeming things. So how the hell did you fail to stop him from killing himself?" he stops to take a deep, harsh breath staring hard at the wolf seated so calmly.

A part of him is horrified of his loss of control. Why was he being so emotional right now?

There is a gentleness to the wolf's voice that bothers him more than silence or stillness. "The command voice only works if the person can hear me without aid and he was being blocked by the Dusk Daughter which prevented both Eric and I from forcing him to our will via telepathy. Believe me, we tried to stop him, however it is very hard to stop something when one of the Old Gods gets involved. Had I known before he jumped that he made a deal with the Goddess of Darkness I would tried to find some other option. In typical style for him, he acted without saying a bloody thing to me," there is sorrow in the wolf's voice, an impression of emotion echoing through the new link that makes him more aware of the doctors emotions that he wants to admit.

He can feel the cobra's anger and focus on him, but he also realizes that he is holding it back. There must be a reason it's being contained.

"Sit down Mycroft," the wolf politely states but he is too keyed up to listen, right now all he wants to do is strike out and make him hurt as much as he is. "Sit down Mycroft." The wolf's voice hardens, an edge of power forcing him to obey.

He is horrified about that, completely surprised that he actually did as said. This must be the command voice, another thing that could cause problems between humans and shifters if there are a lot of shifters who hold that type of power.

Before he has a chance to say anything, the wolf states, "Consider the following one of those secrets you are not allowed to say to anyone since at this exact moment the only people who know it are myself, Eric, Daria, Nathan, and Jacob. Which of that list three of us have clearance. The other two just know how to keep their mouths shut."

The wolf stops speaking, watching him with expectant eyes and he realizes that he is waiting for him to acknowledge his words before continuing. Tightly, he nods once, not saying anything because he wants to know what it is that the wolf is going to tell him. He has a feeling he knows what the wolf is leading up to but it is impossible.

As soon as he nods the wolf starts speaking again, "Well technically its six of us who knows. Only number six is currently traveling with him. Sherlock's not dead."

He reacts without thinking, losing all control because it is unbelievable, "I saw his body! I am the one who drew the blood from him damn you! I know it was my brother."

It is not the doctor who answers but the cobra, "Actually you drew the blood of a doppelganger," a moment later the wolf sets a drink before him before continuing to speak, "A goddess created doppelganger, but still a doppelganger. Designed to look, taste, and smell like the real thing. How very fortunate for you, unlike John here who actually had to deal with the real one when he was literally bleeding out. One must allow that the Old Ones can be very good at what they do." He can hear the tightly controlled anger in the cobra's voice with the hissing of his words.

Silence reigns for a time, it feels as if the negative emotions are being drained from him. Its another thing that he is going to have to ask about.

Finally he demands softly, afraid to believe the impossible though they have shown time and time again that the impossible was very possible, "Are you certain?"

The wolf nods once, simply stating, "Yes."

Shocked, he is happy that the doctor had already forced him to sit because otherwise he is certain that his recently healed legs would not hold him. That he would have collapsed onto the sofa in shock because he never thought it was possible. The anger drains out of him at the idea that he might have a second chance with his brother. Maybe just maybe there was hope. Today definitely been a insightful day.

His mind has just turned to wondering if he can find him when the cobra states, "Do not try to find him with a CCTV, cameras, or the satellites, it won't work, I made sure of that when I sent Spathi with him." he pauses to shrug, "I could trace his armband if I had to, or even use telepathy to track down Spathi. However as a Tracker I understand the importance of not interfering when dealing with a Trackers mission."

Understanding that the cobra is very serious and right now willing to go with what he is being told if only for a hope that his brother lived, he nods once in understanding.

The three of them fall silent. He falls deep into his thought for a while before returning to checking on the updates from his assistant. She has rescheduled all of his appointments from today and tomorrow into the next two weeks. According to the message he has gotten, he is to take tomorrow to adjust to his new circumstances and she will not tolerate any arguing, the work will still be there on Friday. It was better he just deals with this now so that when he attends the pack meeting he would not be overloaded. Apparently his assistant had worked with him too long and understood how his mind worked. Well she was the one person he trusted with life or death information, so it was not too shocking.

Several hours pass as he works on his laptop, only part of his attention focused on the information it contains as his mind processes everything he has learned today. It has been a very enlightening day. The two things he keeps circling back to are he was accepted into the pack without any sort of coercion on his part and that his brother lives. Those two things have nearly sent him into overload, which is rather funny when one considers the fact that many would consider the ability to control through spoken word and how the doctor had healed him should probably fall on the unusual side as well but he is coming to expect unusual shows of strength. The discovery that the brother he thought was asexual was apparently in a serious and nearly married relationship wasn't even as shocking because he had long suspected there had just been no evidence of it.

Just after midnight, he stands and stretches, glancing around as he states, "I should be getting home to sleep."

Shrugging, the doctor remarks, "That's up to you. There is still the room upstairs if you want to sleep in it."

He considers the offer for a moment, before remarking, "You sleep in my brother's room."

A predatory smile curves the doctors lips as he states clearly, "I sleep in our shared bedroom. That is correct." Narrowing his eyes he continues, "It's the same room I shared with him for over a year."

Now that he knows about his brother living he states the obvious to make sure that it is the same reasoning as what the doctor had thought, "That's why you would not let me take any of his things. You knew he was alive and that he would eventually be returning." Pausing he thinks about it for a moment before asking, "How much longer do you expect me to rest?"

The wolf smirks at him commenting, "I've actually been shocked at the fact you have done so for as long as you have without demanding to be allowed back to work past the computer."

"Anthea insisted that I do as told in this instance," he responds.

"Intelligent Jade daughter," he hears muttered from the fireplace area.

"Tomorrow morning, no earlier than seven am, you may go back to running the human world." the doctor responds eventually after looking thoughtful. "However you are to eat one solid meal per day, your body requires a bit more fruits and vegetables than you have been providing it. If you are going to be unable to get solid meals, speak with Daria about getting some of the to-go bars that she makes, or at least the recipe for them so you can have your own people make them if you prefer."

He considers it for a moment, before shutting down his laptop and nodding, "Alright, Doctor Watson."

"John, if you would, I really am not formal, formals that one over there," the wolf replies as he waves a hand in the general direction of the tallest one in the room.

Nodding once more, he turns heading towards the stairs and going up to smaller bedroom. On his way up he calls Amber updating her as to what was going on. She takes the information and adjusts the planning accordingly, but insists that he takes Thursday off and not return until Friday still. While he is considering arguing with her, he decides not to. It's a Thursday perhaps he can convince Greg to have dinner at his flat so he can speak to him in private about the pack that he has now found himself a part of.