A/N: 5 DAYS LEFT. Oh, the boys are going to be reunited it's going to be so great. OR WILL IT? *dramatic music*.
Nah, I'm kidding. It'll be great.
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"John bought what?"
"A coat," replied Mycroft. "A coat that is an exact replica of your own. Rather, the one you used to own before it was destroyed." His voice was flat, toneless.
Sherlock sighed. "I wish you hadn't burned it," he said, sounding a little sad.
Mycroft frowned at him. "I had to. It made you stick out like a sore thumb. Unless you had a death wish, brother mine, I had to destroy it."
The detective rolled his eyes. "Rhetorical question, Mycroft. You will always have the last word, won't you?" He stood up and walked out of the room.
Very quietly, Mycroft whispered "Yes."
John,
I never told you, but...Mycroft had my coat destroyed. After I fell, he thought it would make me too conspicuous, so he burned it and scattered the ashes. He just told me you bought what amounts to an exact replica.
I don't think I've been this happy since I left you. This is the greatest gift you could ever have given me. I know you don't know I'm even alive yet, but it will be nice to come home to.
Thank you. So much.
Sherlock
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