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20th July 2005
Mycroft's POV
Sunday didn't go anything like he expected, he thinks as he slips into of the back of his car and it heads towards the doctor's office. To be fair, neither did Monday or Tuesday.
He's fairly sure he's talked more to his brother in the last three days than he has his brother's entire life.
It's been equally enlightening and frustrating. Particularly since they discussed different situations from his view and his brothers, a real eye opener since not all of them are viewed even close to the same. After Moriarty and Gray left, the conversation had turned a bit more serious.
As the psychopath had stepped through the door, the slender dark eyed man had stopped, looking at him and stating softly but clearly, "Caring might not be an advantage, but not caring is often a bigger disadvantage, as Pike has proven time and time again."
John looked torn between wanting to scowl and agreeing with the words spoken. It's probably the fact that they were spoken that bothered the doctor. Spoken words tend to bother his brother and send Sherlock into overload, at least since the overdose that is the case.
Still, there was a point behind those words and he understood it, even if it's not one he necessarily agrees with. Of course, he's been proven wrong lately, so perhaps that was just taking it a step further.
The car comes to a stop in front of John's office, and he slips out silently, heading towards the door with sure steps. He knows that the only people here right now are early shift nurses and John. The rest of the staff will come in after everything is ready for the day and patients are supposed to be arriving.
—Good morning, Mr. Holmes, — Alice, one of the receptionists greets him as she opens the door to let him in before locking it again. —Doctor Watson is in his office already.—
—Thank you, — he replies as he heads in that direction, nodding at the other woman, Mary, as he passes her.
He uses the 'doorbell' just outside the office, smiling and slipping in when it changes color to notify him that the doctor wants him to come in. he found the lighting system very useful, and wonders if he should suggest it for the club as there is a no speaking rule there.
—Good morning Mycroft,—the younger man greets him as he steps through the door. —Come in, get comfortable, I was just finishing up some notes.—
He nods, replying, —Good morning, John.—
They sit in peace for just a little over ten minutes while the doctor completes what is being typed before turning blue eyes in his direction, and shifting focus.
—How have the last two days been?— John asks, grabbing his pen to take some quick hand notes.
—Surprising,— he replies without thinking about it, —I think I have learned more about my brother in the last few days than I have the last few years. I'm not sure how I feel about that.—
Nodding, the doctor asks, —Is there anything particularly big you've learned and need to deal with?
He takes a few minutes to think about that question, before finally answering, —I'm not sure how I missed being Sherlock's primary support system. I can look at people and know close to everything about them.—
—Did you not know or did you simply deny it? — John queries, head tipping slightly thoughtfully.
He has to keep himself from flinching, because he did know, he just didn't think it was sincere. Apparently he was wrong. He's been discovering there are a lot of things he's been wrong about with Sherlock over the years. Most of them have added up to the situation they are currently in. He should have realized far sooner that Sherlock was not like normal children, so expecting his brother to act like one was foolish.
—Denied it, — he admits slowly, that leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
Nodding, the blonde asks, —Does it have an active bearing on what's happening now? —
—Yes, — he admits, not happy with the answer in the least. He makes his living reading people yet he majorly failed.
John gives him a few minutes to stew on that question before asking,—Are you actively trying to identify where you were wrong and correct the actions it caused? —
He nods slowly, —Yes. — Smiling ruefully, he adds, —Not always as easy as it should be. For all of my intelligence, there are still times I find myself falling on bad habits.—
The doctor's smile is almost playful as the younger man states, —I hate to be the one to tell you this, welcome to being human.— He's quite sure if it would have been said aloud it would have been in the driest tone possible.
—How unfortunate, — he deadpans.
That smile turns into a smirk before the younger man sobers up and they start talking about his interactions with Sherlock, what he feels he needs to improve, and how Sherlock is doing progress wise. He hadn't realized exactly how quickly his brother was recovering until John pointed it out, however, it is also pointed out that he can't expect there to be no more steps backwards. There is a long way to go until Sherlock is truly recovered. Still, it's good news, and he likes good news whenever he can get it.
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