Title: Brothers Three

Summary: The lives of three brothers intertwine in a variety of ways. When R suddenly becomes Q due to an explosion at MI6 he is forced to turn to his half-brother for help but Sherlock Holmes has his own problems to deal with. The confluence of the lives of the three Holmes brothers through the events of Skyfall, the Reichenbach Fall and beyond in the alternating points of view of Q and John Watson.

Parings: Mostly friendship unless you happen to want to read anything in between the lines. Lestrade/OC in passing.

Warnings: Spoilers for Skyfall and Sherlock Season 2. Language. Some violence. Potential OoC moments. Shakespeare quotations taken out of context and mangled mostly as chapter titles. A dictionary might prove useful as both Q and John tend to use obscure words. Unbeta'd and not Brit picked. I apologize in advance for any anachronisms, grammar errors and/or typos. Author's notes, if any, will appear at the end of each chapter.

Standard Disclaimer: All characters and settings belong to their respective owners. I am merely playing with them for my own as well as your amusement. I recieve no compensation, I make no profit.


Epilogue

It's been a long time, generations in fact, since I've been privileged to have one such genius within my purview, no less three at the same time. There they stand together at the foot of the grave of the great lady they all called mummy. It has been a little over a year and a half since her death. The stocky politician, the lanky detective and the tousle haired spy each remembering her in his own way. Their companions stand a ways off giving the brothers some privacy. The politician has his assistant, the detective his doctor and the spy his assassin. Each companion keeps their respective genius safe and stable so they can perform their tasks for Queen and Country.

I wish I could approach them. Talk to them. That is not to be. These three are so brilliant that a mere introduction in passing would reveal more than is prudent. I shouldn't even be this close least one or another of them notice me and from that notice deduce my very nature. Ah well, I will continue to watch over and assist them as well as I am able from afar as they continue singly and collectively to protect me and mine.


Author's Note: This epilogue came fully formed into my head during the writing of Chapter 4. Something Kenoria mentioned in passing sparked it off and next thing I knew I had an epilogue. Bonus internet points if you can identify the Fandom and POV.

Shout out's and other information: Leroy Gibbson (Chapter 6) is named for Leroy Jethro Gibbs of NCIS. I owe much to John Le'Care's excellent spy novels and Lee Child's Jack Reacher novels.

If you enjoyed this I will shortly be publishing a Bond/Avengers crossover tentatively titled Five Times James Bond encountered Natasha Romanoff (and one time he didn't). I'm also working on a sequel to this story. No title as of yet.

Finally I will plagerize the words of the immortal Puck (with apologies to Master William Shakespeare for my rewrite of a portion of Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V, Scene 2):

If this writer has offended,
Think but this and all is mended.
That you have but tarried here,
While each chapter did appear,
And these words upon this theme,
Are of no import, only my dream.

It has been an honor to share my dream with you.

K2N2