This one's from Mycroft's point of view.


Written: 10-19-12

Passing

He did not recognize me – we had only met once before, and that passing. But I remembered him, as he no doubt remembered me with his own unique brand of intelligence. It took a special sort of person to make the conscious decision to look beyond another's eccentricities and into their real character, regardless of what they may appear. Watson exercised that extraordinary brand of courage to befriend my long-friendless brother.

And so it was that I agreed without hesitation when Sherlock asked me to help him spirit his friend from London. I owed the good doctor that, at least.