Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 43
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"Adversity is the first path to truth."~Lord Byron
Mycroft nodded at the taxi driver, one of his men of course. He immediately started driving.
Mycroft looked out the window then spoke, "Sherlock, if there was any other way…" he turned to look at Sherlock now.
Sherlock was looking at Mycroft but said nothing.
"I know you don't like to … talk about… your… time away. Nevertheless, tonight I need you to tell me everything Sherlock, leave nothing out. First, you will need to restore the memories fully. I am sorry Sherlock you do know why." Mycroft apologized.
Sherlock looked out the opposite window and nodded wordlessly. Sherlock let one fist lean against his mouth and after a few minutes, he turned to look at Mycroft and asked. "Will you be there… will you stay with…," The younger Holmes could not finish his sentence, and seemed slightly embarrassed by what he perceived to be a show of weakness.
"Of course," Mycroft said as he looked at Sherlock, he really was not looking that good.
Concern crept into Mycroft's belly. He pushed it back down. It had to be done, and that was that.
"You need data," Mycroft stated suddenly all business. "Have John told you of the events that led to him finding you?"
"Yes," Sherlock said weakly.
"Well let me tell you my part and what I knew about Ayyad in the weeks before you were … detained. Then I prefer that you not enter the mind palace again until we get back to your flat."
Sherlock listened as his brother told him everything he knew of Ayyad, and of the weeks leading up to the abduction. Mycroft held nothing back, including how the events affected him personally. He knew that Sherlock's mind ran on pure data.
He would help him in any way he could to prepare, so that at the end of the night, his brother would emerge with that beautiful mind still intact.