Nothing is mine.
Mycroft has a world of knowledge at his fingertips. He knows about the coup going on in a small nation. He knows which political leaders frequent which brothels and their brand of poison. He even knows which celebrity couples are due for a break-up.
What he doesn't know can fill a post-it note. It's not a note but a photograph. Mycroft tugs it out only at night behind closed, locked doors and drawn curtains.
It's a snapshot of a boy with messy dark hair with unusual eyes. He's smiling broadly and he holds the hand of his proud older brother.
Thank you for reading.