#14- Sex
The scene in front of him- a young woman at her dressing table, applying cosmetics to her face, was one that would not generally be considered to be unusual or noteworthy. In theory, that is. But nonetheless, Mycroft Holmes, a man who prided himself on his ability to find solid reason in anything and everything, still found himself uncharacteristically speechless and something akin to thoughtless at the situation presented to him.
"You cannot be serious in going through with this."
"I assure you I am."
"It cannot be done!"
This unusual outburst was accompanied by an equally unusual pacing from a man usually so sedentary, though the suit-clad woman opposite him showed no acknowledgement of this as she rose, face tightly drawn and resolute as she cast a cold eye towards him.
"It can."
Face expertly done, clothes carefully chosen and disguise complete, Mycroft could only glare helplessly as his newly christened "brother" Sherlock Holmes exited the room without another word.
A/N: I have wanted to write something like this for ages; I know the idea is utterly ridiculous, when you consider the practicalities, but it grabbed me and wouldn't let go. Besides, it opens the door for a lot of self loathing, and God knows I adore self loathing based angst! And hey, I warned you a lot of these would be silly, right? I might end up doing one more along this theme, may I add...