Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 112
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." ~ Robert Frost
Present Day
"Mycroft," John nodded as he took a seat.
Mycroft nodded and finished his phone call. "Did you notice anyone unusual? Alright keep a watch then." Mycroft disconnected the phone.
"And what was that about." John gestured with his head at the phone.
"Oh, just wanted to see if your movements were being followed," Mycroft said matter of fact.
"You used me as a decoy," John asked. John was not sure how he felt about that little piece of information. He was not really angry just mostly questioning.
"Do you mind," Mycroft said with a tight smile, "it was perfectly safe several agents blended into the crowd.
"Did you find anything out?" John glanced out the window.
"There were several people each bystander picked out. Three entered cars shortly after. Their license number on their cars is being run as we speak. Ayyad would be an idiot if he did not at least see how close he could get a man to your residence without being detected. Lower level most likely with only limited knowledge so if captured no real harm done." Mycroft looked tired.
John noticed that he has never really noticed Mycroft looking tired before.
"So, I'll get back to Sherlock," John made a motion to leave.
"John," Mycroft interrupted.
John turned and sat back down with a sigh.
"He needs to be in protective custody." Mycroft looked beyond John with his mouth in a tight line.
John was silent for a moment.
"Isn't this something you need to discuss with your brother?" John if he was honest with himself saw this coming.
"Already discussed it with him this morning no doubt the reason for his little attempt at distraction earlier." Mycroft looked at John pointedly.
"About that Mycroft, you need to talk to your brother if you want any information not me…"
"John I … care for my brother without condition. However, I do know my brother. My brother is more sexual than you and I put together, but he chose a long time ago to… give everything up, even the most basic desires all for the development of his mind, well…, at least so far. No John, I am not speaking of his sex life or lack of it in this case, I concerned with his… " Mycroft was searching for a word.
"Emotions…, feeling…, maybe heart is the word you're stumbling over?" John looked Mycroft in the eyes.
"Yes," Mycroft said as if he had a bad taste in this mouth. "Insert one of those and answer the question John."
"Mycroft you know I cannot betray his confidence, not even for you. Your relationship has been much better lately, why don't you ask him yourself, unless…?"
"Unless?" Mycroft repeated looking John in the eyes grimly.
"Your own… excuse the dirty word Mycroft… heart could not take hearing the pain in your brother's voice or seeing it in his eyes." John knew Mycroft was not a man to be played with, but John thought to himself, neither was he.
John prepared himself unsure of Mycroft's reaction.
What John did not expect was Mycroft to chuckle "I can see what my brother sees in you more every day."
John raised an eyebrow, he did not know that Mycroft had facial muscles capable of laughing.
Mycroft sighed as his smile dropped. "Will you at least tell me if the last twenty four plus hour has … caused any unpleasant things to immerge?"
John frowned but said nothing.
Mycroft studied his face and came to a deduction, "I see,"
Mycroft frowned. "Stay close to him John; I'll let you get back now." Mycroft raised and stopped before he walked away.
"I would have been very surprised perhaps, but not upset." Mycroft turned to leave.
"Mycroft what are you talking about?" John asked confused.
Mycroft said nothing further but walked away.
John did not have time to think about it further, he had to get back to Sherlock.