NOTE: Since I intend to make a few more of those interlude things I thought a little time-stamp thing would be useful (for me too )
Interlude – Sherlock
The Grave
(Set some times after Gemma´s and Sherlock´s faked deaths before Sherlock leaves for South-America)
It was a cold winter morning and a man in dark coat with the collar up against the wind stood on a graveyard. His shoulders were hunched, his hands buried deep in the coat pockets.
Never before had he come here, he wasn´t one for sentiment. But today was different; news had come to him that would chang a lot of things. The words on the gravestone read "G. M." nothing else and strangely appropriate. Even he couldn´t uncover her birthdate or her real name and him of all people should know more at least he´d come the closest.
Briefly he recalled seeing someone else standing in front of a fresh grave, his own one in fact. By now he´d realized how much he´d hurt John because he could feel it himself now.
For quite a long time he hadn´t bothered to spare a thought on her. It was easier to simply ignore every emotion that´d tried to crawl its way to the surface of his consciousness. Inside his mind-palace he´d imprisoned her in the deepest darkest pit when he came to realize he wouldn´t stand to delete what they had, to delete her.
"Sherlock!" The harsh voice of his brother ripped him out of his thoughts. Slowly the tall man stepped closer until he stood to his right, Sherlock could hear the sound his ridiculous umbrella made on the ground. "Brother mine… I thought you were over this little amour fou." Mycroft scoffed. His exhalation left small white fogs in the air.
Sherlock refused to answer instead he whirled around and started to stalk away.
"Oh Sherlock don´t be childish!" Mycroft sighed dramatically and Sherlock stopped for a moment. "You can´t seriously believe that Moriarty is still alive. I won´t allow you to pursue that ridiculous plan of yours!"
Sherlock cracked a smile before he carried on.
Mycroft now alone turned back to the grave of course he´d known for some time that the criminal hadn´t killed herself. There had been a corpse like in Irene Adler´s case and at first Mycroft had wanted to believe the world had been rid of her but when he´d learned it had been a set-up he´d at least allowed himself to hope Sherlock would never find out. And Moriarty had at least the decency to stay far away, well she´d. It was an unfortunate coincidence that Sherlock had found out. He took a deep breath and watched the mist vanish, it would be left to him to clean up the mess his brother would cause, just like old times.