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A wild Mycroft. Homeless

No matter how hard you try and I do give you all marks for having kept it in mind all this time, you are not going to be able to find the right home for me.

At least you are cognizant enough of my proclivities and your own inadequacies. I can appreciate you not trying to force the issue. I would not tolerate such nonsense.

However, I must confess that watching you continue to try is becoming quite tiresome.

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Leave it to you, brother dear, to do the opposite of what you intend.

[Yes, of course Sherlock is mocking Mycroft.]

[If he wasn't, Mycroft would be worried about him.]

And you are certainly enjoying it, are you not, Sherlock?

I enjoy many things, Mycroft. None are associated with you.

[Not quite true. When Mycroft comes to him with a decent case, Sherlock does enjoy the case.]

I am yet reminded of why we speak so infrequently.

[Not that he doesn't ~~stalk~~ watch over you closely, brother.]

[As Sherlock is about to remind him.]

There is nothing to discuss when you know everything I do.

[Again not quite true. Mycroft's surveillance is good - but not impenetrable.]

I do hope you are not expecting some sort of apology for this fact?

[He is not about to apologize for keeping very close track of his mercurial younger brother.]

You only apologize to royalty. And in those instances it is "long and arduous."

[Sherlock says this as the statement of fact that it is.]

Though, if you didn't go about telling my life story to psychopaths, you probably wouldn't need to keep such a careful eye upon me.

[Sherlock is still livid over that one.]

[A message he has received loud and clear in triplicate.]

A point that has been made several times over and is now on the verge of becoming tedious.

I accept your annoyance, Sherlock but I do wonder when you will accept your unholy glee at the challenge this has presented you with.

[Sherlock's eyes narrow. He will not admit to his brother just how painful it was to 'die.' To leave John behind, even if that did save John's life.]

Tedious? I am not sure you know the meaning of the word.

[Letting emotion get the better of your Sherlock. Stop looking at it as leaving and begin to work out how you're going to come back.]

What an absolutely absurd thing to say, Sherlock. Do stop letting your emotions get the better of you.

[Or at least stop being so expressive with them. Neither Holmes was as good at being unfeeling as he liked to pretend.]

They are quite trying, aren't they?

Extraordinarily so.

I would have thought she'd given up by now but occasionally she goes for a look see.

Yours is more determined than mine then. Had me in a game for a while but now the writer's happy just sending me out at whoever takes their fancy.

It's quite relaxing, you know. I suppose this is what actual retirement might be like.

[Sherlock chuckles darkly.]

Emotions have nothing to do with the fact that I have to clean up your mess again. Should really be the other way around.

[He's resentful for a reason, after all.]

Do you think perhaps the problem's not at the mundane end of things, Mr Holmes?

[Was this your personal space, because Irene is calling finders keepers on it.]

You have one yourself, Ms. Adler. What would you suppose is the problem?

[Really, Ms. Adler must it be like this]

She has occasionally toyed with that idea as well. She reviews these creative 'prompts' known as memes I believe? I quickly dissuade her of the notion that any would be proper for me.

I believe, Sherlock that it can be said with little fear of prosecution for perjury, that we clean up each others' messes with regularity.

[Sherlock seethes just for a moment.]

Not since I've been clean.

[Well, as clean as he will ever become anyway.]

Ah. So we are conveniently forgetting your need to show off to Ms. Adler that resulted in the scrapping of a project that had taken nearly two years to put together?

[Your version of history is fascinating at times, Sherlock.]

[He just glares at his brother.]

I was able to provide more information in that one night than you had been able to obtain in those two years...

[Because after all, there were quite a number of details on that camera phone. And Sherlock won't mention the fact that he tried to get the information about the flight from Mycroft sooner. And if Mycroft had provided the information, Sherlock wouldn't have felt a need to show off to The Woman. So really, Mycroft brought it on himself.}

[Sherlock huffs aloud to end his unsaid argument.]

Are you trying to make this about me? Because that won't work. I'm talking about your proclivities, poppet. You're very high maintenance.

I believe you are mistaking me for my brother, Ms. Adler.

[Everybody is at fault except Sherlock. Curious way to go through life.]

Information that became utterly irrelevant when it was shared with the wrong people, Sherlock.

Your hubris got the better of you.

[Sherlock gives Mycroft The Look. And his voice grows dark.]

One piece... out of everything else. You got what you wanted in the end. She can't disturb your plans anymore.

[Being dead has that affect. Not that she is dead, but he's not going to tell Mycroft about that - not after all the work he went through to save her.]

[It's a look he's unfortunately used too and his own expression is placid, a look he had perfected over his entire life.]

Then might I suggest, we agree to move on.

[A discreet but purposeful emphasis on the last two words because truly, Sherlock's ability to hold a grudge is both astounding and tiresome.]

[Sherlock offers an entirely too fake grin off acceptance.]

I would love to, Brother Dear, save for one small problem. I'm dead.

[Not sure there is a "moving on" from that - at least not until Moriarty's web is destroyed.]

Then I suggest you get off your arse and do something about that.

[Such is the nature of them both that Mycroft does not even have to fake the bored tone of his voice. Angst serves no purpose, it clouds the clarity of the mind with useless emotion.]

[Sherlock looks annoyed.]

I am working on it. Unlike you.

[Because, well... why would Mycroft work on it? Why would Mycroft care? Oh, there's little doubt at the end of the day, that Mycroft worries about Sherlock and the brothers - in their own way - love each other. But caring? It's not an advantage.]

[It would be so easy to simply step in and wipe away the bumps in the road laid out before Sherlock. In fact it was the one urge Mycroft battled as ruthlessly as he dieted.

It was, in his own Holmes way, the purest manner in which he could show that he cared, by letting Sherlock function and challenge himself in his own life. Rather than wrap his fragile brother in cotton wool and try to keep him safe.]

As you are, as always, free to make your own deductions.

[He won't agree or disagree that he is working on 'it', well aware that Sherlock's mind is logical enough not to bother even wondering.

The situation would work out and to their mutual advantage. To assume otherwise was simply ridiculous.]

When it's time... you will help with the paperwork.

[Sherlock winced at the raise in his voice at the end. It was supposed to be a statement, but it sounded terribly close to a request.]

Paperwork, so pedestrian.

[Which was another way of saying that any paperwork that was not already completed and ready to be put into place at a moment's notice, would of course, be dealt with.]

[Sherlock heard and nodded. Though he couldn't quite bring himself to express gratitude.]

And Moriarty?

[He still doesn't have confirmation that he's dead.]

Impossible. It's a very easy spot-the-difference. One of you has the funny hat, the other one's got the sexy waistcoat.

[We could have had it all, trolling in the deep.]

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