Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft Holmes. Co-Founder of the Diogenes Club. Off-and-On the British Government. Brother of Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft was minding his own business when...

Mycroft Holmes was minding his own business, strolling through his beloved city and twirling his umbrella. It was sunset and all was calm and peaceful. He got a lot done at Diogenes today.

He wondered what he would eat for dinner when someone came up behind him and knocked him out.

[masterthis-blog]

He notices Mycroft beginning to stir. Oh goody! Let the show begin. Music was blasting from every angle, the floor bouncing. 

“HEY I JUST MET YOU.” 

He came bouncing in, doing a little dance around the chair Mycroft was strapped to. He jumped around to throw a leg over and straddle the man, grabbing his jacket lapels and giving him a shake.

“AND I AM CRAZY.”  

His eyes screamed ‘insane’ and he added a laugh to, hmmm… increase the stage presence. His teeth shown in the bright lights, glinting sharply.

“DON’T HAVE A MOBILE.” 

He jumped back off Mycroft’s lap to dance around a bit more. 

“YOUR GUARDS ARE LAZY.” 

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Of all the things Mycroft thought he would be waking up to... this would have been last on the list. He glared, disdainful and disgusted.

Upside to this situation: He's seen the Master now and Mycroft Holmes can deduce and figure out what he wants and how he got here.

Downside to this situation: Mycroft is captured by the Master, who is very obviously insane. His fingernails say that he's working with or is closely in league with Moriarty. And, scientifically speaking, the Master can't dance.

Mycroft sat in the chair, much more calmly than normal prisoners. "I suggest you stick to your day job. A singing and dancing career isn't in your future, Master."

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Oh come on, even YOU have to know what Mary Poppins is!

I have deduced that it's a movie I don't want to watch.

[sebastianmoranfaithfuldogrp-blog]

PACKAGE FOR MYCROFT!

Look inside? YES/NO

[diogenesfounder-blog]

… Security checks out….

Anthea, come here. No, no, just stand there and watch.

Yes, open the box.

[sebastianmoranfaithfuldogrp-blog]

A GIFT IN GOOD FAITH:

And: http://www.3fatchicks.com/diet-recipes/low-calorie/desserts/cakes/

Love from the boys.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

…

Mary Poppins? What is that?

Anthea, why are you laughing?

[sebastianmoranfaithfuldogrp-blog]

PACKAGE FOR MYCROFT!

Look inside? YES/NO

[diogenesfounder-blog]

… Security checks out….

Anthea, come here. No, no, just stand there and watch.

Yes, open the box.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft was minding his own business when...

Mycroft Holmes was minding his own business, strolling through his beloved city and twirling his umbrella. It was sunset and all was calm and peaceful. He got a lot done at Diogenes today.

He wondered what he would eat for dinner when someone came up behind him and knocked him out.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“He’s a criminal. An awful one, so I hear. He likes Hitchcock. I don’t like the idea of him having aliens.” He looked at Mycroft, enjoying the idea of being a part of something. “I’ll do anything you tell me, really. I’m probably not as tactically useful as Canton, I’m afraid, but I’m at your disposal. Information will be hard, though, as you probably know - they have a tendency to mess with people’s memories.”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft nodded once, slowly. “Thank you, Rory. I’m sure I can use you some way.” He sipped his tea. “Unfortunately, we have another problem.”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

“And what’s that?” asked Canton. “Besides the obvious.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory, about to pick up his tea, put it down. He didn’t want to risk spilling it. His hands were shaking now, so he put them behind his back to hide them. “What is it? What’s the extra problem? Do you know what he’s planning?”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft looked at Canton. “You know about this already.” He pushed one of the files forward on the desk. “The Master is back. What do you two know about him?”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton opened the files, scanning them. “I don’t know about anyone called the Master…” he looked closer at the profile picture, frowning slightly. “Isn’t this that Prime Minister that went nuts and killed the President a few years back?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory backed away from the files subconsciously. He couldn’t be back, not him. He could handle The Silence, they’d done it before. Moriarty was only human. The Master scared him, The Master destroyed people; anyone who got in his way was in danger. He knew what that meant. The Master wanted the Doctor, so he’d been told. He was used to being in the firing line for stuff like this, but he never got used to her being under threat. “He’s a maniac. Evil. What’s he doing back?”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

“One in the same, but we had it on very good authority that he was gone.” Mycroft sipped his tea. “We don’t know how he got back, but…” Mycroft placed another picture down on the desk. “He’s definitely back.”

It seemed like a simple security camera image, but on closer inspection one could tell there was a man. The Master. Standing in the middle of a group of bodies, smiling up at the camera.

Mycroft sat down. “We need the Doctor back. He knows the most about the Master, obviously, but he’s not here and Torchwood has their own problems.” He put his cup down. “I would like you two to work together and find out more about him. What he’s up to.” He taps his fingers. “What do you think?”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton shrugged, sipping his coffee. “Why not. Can’t be worse than paperwork duty down at the Yard.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory was torn. Helping sounded dangerous, but he needed to do something. He wasn’t the kind of person to shy away from saving the universe, he was supposed to be a gentleman. He was British, for God’s sake. “I’ll do it, if you can promise me that you’ll provide the highest possible security and protection for my wife in the meantime.” Rory was almost surprised by the sentence that had come out of his mouth - not just the forceful tone, but the… lack of babbling.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

The assessment on Rory was correct: Attached to his wife. Not without good reason, but still attached. If it came down to Britain or Amy Pond, Rory would pick Amy. Good to know.

Canton was flippant now, but Mycroft was sure that once put on the trail of the Master, he would prove to be a hard worker going by his right hand.

Mycroft picked up his cup and saucer again. "I can do that. You have my word. I will send you more information at your addresses. Have a nice day." The door out opened and their respective chauffeurs came in the room and stood silently.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“He’s a criminal. An awful one, so I hear. He likes Hitchcock. I don’t like the idea of him having aliens.” He looked at Mycroft, enjoying the idea of being a part of something. “I’ll do anything you tell me, really. I’m probably not as tactically useful as Canton, I’m afraid, but I’m at your disposal. Information will be hard, though, as you probably know - they have a tendency to mess with people’s memories.”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft nodded once, slowly. “Thank you, Rory. I’m sure I can use you some way.” He sipped his tea. “Unfortunately, we have another problem.”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

“And what’s that?” asked Canton. “Besides the obvious.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory, about to pick up his tea, put it down. He didn’t want to risk spilling it. His hands were shaking now, so he put them behind his back to hide them. “What is it? What’s the extra problem? Do you know what he’s planning?”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft looked at Canton. “You know about this already.” He pushed one of the files forward on the desk. “The Master is back. What do you two know about him?”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton opened the files, scanning them. “I don’t know about anyone called the Master…” he looked closer at the profile picture, frowning slightly. “Isn’t this that Prime Minister that went nuts and killed the President a few years back?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory backed away from the files subconsciously. He couldn’t be back, not him. He could handle The Silence, they’d done it before. Moriarty was only human. The Master scared him, The Master destroyed people; anyone who got in his way was in danger. He knew what that meant. The Master wanted the Doctor, so he’d been told. He was used to being in the firing line for stuff like this, but he never got used to her being under threat. “He’s a maniac. Evil. What’s he doing back?”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

"One in the same, but we had it on very good authority that he was gone." Mycroft sipped his tea. "We don't know how he got back, but..." Mycroft placed another picture down on the desk. "He's definitely back."

It seemed like a simple security camera image, but on closer inspection one could tell there was a man. The Master. Standing in the middle of a group of bodies, smiling up at the camera.

Mycroft sat down. "We need the Doctor back. He knows the most about the Master, obviously, but he's not here and Torchwood has their own problems." He put his cup down. "I would like you two to work together and find out more about him. What he's up to." He taps his fingers. "What do you think?"

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“He’s a criminal. An awful one, so I hear. He likes Hitchcock. I don’t like the idea of him having aliens.” He looked at Mycroft, enjoying the idea of being a part of something. “I’ll do anything you tell me, really. I’m probably not as tactically useful as Canton, I’m afraid, but I’m at your disposal. Information will be hard, though, as you probably know - they have a tendency to mess with people’s memories.”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft nodded once, slowly. “Thank you, Rory. I’m sure I can use you some way.” He sipped his tea. “Unfortunately, we have another problem.”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

“And what’s that?” asked Canton. “Besides the obvious.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory, about to pick up his tea, put it down. He didn’t want to risk spilling it. His hands were shaking now, so he put them behind his back to hide them. “What is it? What’s the extra problem? Do you know what he’s planning?”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft looked at Canton. "You know about this already." He pushed one of the files forward on the desk. "The Master is back. What do you two know about him?"

[diogenesfounder-blog]

OOC: I'm sorry for my blunders with the reblogging. Just keep in mind that I had two final exams today.

...

What am I saying, I'd do it anyway. Sorry. I'm really sorry.

-puts on the cone of shame and walks away-

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

Mycroft Holmes sat in the back room of The Diogenes Club behind his desk, looking over some files. There are gaping holes in the story strung out across the papers, but it wasn’t one Mycroft could deduce. For once in his life, he was out of his depths.

A knock on the door promised a change in that.

“Come in.” He closed the files and stood slowly, waiting for his guests.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton stepped into the office, looking around before his eyes settled on the inconspicuous man standing behind the desk.

“You… I want to say kidnapped me, but I don’t feel like a guy like you would take too kindly to that word.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory was staring at the ground as he stood in the doorway, slightly more in than out, feeling like the odd one out. Canton and Mycroft controlled countries and governments and agencies, and his wife had insisted on dressing him. Light blue with white stripes, in fact. Not the kind of thing for a top-special-secrety meeting, but he didn’t want to annoy her. He gravitated towards the desk, his highly held chin exuding confidence he clearly didn’t have, and started fiddling with his buttons.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft gave Canton a thin smile. “No, I do not take too kindly to the word, but I can’t keep you from thinking it.” He walks out from behind the desk and motions to the chairs. “Please, gentlemen, have a seat.”

Canton has been in these kind of situations before. That was obvious. Confident, unconcerned, collected. Used to the government, maybe even too used to it. Respect must be earned, not forced.

Mycroft deduced that Rory was on the other side of that scale. Twitchy, slightly sweaty. Nervous. His wife dressed him. Not afraid of Mycroft, simply nervous in such a setting. Only loyalty is to his wife and possibly the Doctor.

Good. Two opposite people. Just what Mycroft wanted.

“No need to be nervous, Rory. This is simply a chat.” Mycroft leans on the side of the desk almost lazily.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at the other man, holding a hand out. “Rory! Long time no see. What brings you here then?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory relaxed slightly, letting go of his shirt to shake Canton’s hand. “Er, he brings me here. Brought me, rather. Sent a car. Amy keeps saying how we should have you over, she’s had the kitchen redone which seems to be a big deal in woman world, but I wasn’t sure how to go about contacting you.” God, he did babble. How were people able to be so relaxed in a room like this?

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft straightened up. “Tea?” Tea always made situations less tense.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at Rory. “I’d love to. Scotland Yard’s got me one of those… cell thingies, I’ll get you the number once we’re outta here.” He looked up at Mycroft’s question. “Hell no, in the past few months I’ve had enough tea to last a lifetime. I don’t know how you guys do it. Coffee for me, thanks. Black and a sugar.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“Actually,” Rory said, turning to Mycroft, “I’d love some. Milk, no sugar. Oh, and Canton - how can you possibly have enough tea?” He felt almost proud that he was becoming less nervous, and mimicked Mycroft’s lean on the desk.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft went back behind the desk and pressed a button on the phone. After rattling off the orders for tea and coffee, he addresses them.

“I brought you here because I need information. What do you two know about the Weeping Angels and the Silence?”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton frowned. “I know enough about the Silence to know why I don’t remember them. Why?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory looked at Canton then back to Mycroft, his nervousness returning. “Yeah, I remember the Silence not being all too great, but I thought we kind of stopped them? The Weeping Angels… well, I hoped I’d never encounter them again. I still hope that.” He thought of Amy and tried to calm himself down, just mentioning the Weeping Angels doesn’t mean they’re back, and it definitely doesn’t mean she’s in danger. He had to pull himself together.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft sighed. “We have reason to believe Moriarty has some of each. We know what Weeping Angels are, but we have been unsuccessful in collecting information on the Silence. We only have their name.

“I need more information on each of them. This…” pauses, looking for a word, “war against Moriarty has now stepped into new territory. Torchwood was very helpful, but I can’t use them as often as I’d like. They’re quite independent.” The beverages came in. The woman left the tray on the desk and left without another word. Mycroft picked up his cup, waiting for the two men to say something.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton picked up his coffee, sipping it and taking a moment to relish in the caffeine-saturated heat.

“Who, exactly, is Moriarty? Another alien?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“He’s a criminal. An awful one, so I hear. He likes Hitchcock. I don’t like the idea of him having aliens.” He looked at Mycroft, enjoying the idea of being a part of something. “I’ll do anything you tell me, really. I’m probably not as tactically useful as Canton, I’m afraid, but I’m at your disposal. Information will be hard, though, as you probably know - they have a tendency to mess with people’s memories.”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft nodded once, slowly. “Thank you, Rory. I’m sure I can use you some way.” He sipped his tea. “Unfortunately, we have another problem.”

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

Mycroft Holmes sat in the back room of The Diogenes Club behind his desk, looking over some files. There are gaping holes in the story strung out across the papers, but it wasn’t one Mycroft could deduce. For once in his life, he was out of his depths.

A knock on the door promised a change in that.

“Come in.” He closed the files and stood slowly, waiting for his guests.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton stepped into the office, looking around before his eyes settled on the inconspicuous man standing behind the desk.

“You… I want to say kidnapped me, but I don’t feel like a guy like you would take too kindly to that word.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory was staring at the ground as he stood in the doorway, slightly more in than out, feeling like the odd one out. Canton and Mycroft controlled countries and governments and agencies, and his wife had insisted on dressing him. Light blue with white stripes, in fact. Not the kind of thing for a top-special-secrety meeting, but he didn’t want to annoy her. He gravitated towards the desk, his highly held chin exuding confidence he clearly didn’t have, and started fiddling with his buttons.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft gave Canton a thin smile. “No, I do not take too kindly to the word, but I can’t keep you from thinking it.” He walks out from behind the desk and motions to the chairs. “Please, gentlemen, have a seat.”

Canton has been in these kind of situations before. That was obvious. Confident, unconcerned, collected. Used to the government, maybe even too used to it. Respect must be earned, not forced.

Mycroft deduced that Rory was on the other side of that scale. Twitchy, slightly sweaty. Nervous. His wife dressed him. Not afraid of Mycroft, simply nervous in such a setting. Only loyalty is to his wife and possibly the Doctor.

Good. Two opposite people. Just what Mycroft wanted.

“No need to be nervous, Rory. This is simply a chat.” Mycroft leans on the side of the desk almost lazily.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at the other man, holding a hand out. “Rory! Long time no see. What brings you here then?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory relaxed slightly, letting go of his shirt to shake Canton’s hand. “Er, he brings me here. Brought me, rather. Sent a car. Amy keeps saying how we should have you over, she’s had the kitchen redone which seems to be a big deal in woman world, but I wasn’t sure how to go about contacting you.” God, he did babble. How were people able to be so relaxed in a room like this?

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft straightened up. “Tea?” Tea always made situations less tense.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at Rory. “I’d love to. Scotland Yard’s got me one of those… cell thingies, I’ll get you the number once we’re outta here.” He looked up at Mycroft’s question. “Hell no, in the past few months I’ve had enough tea to last a lifetime. I don’t know how you guys do it. Coffee for me, thanks. Black and a sugar.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“Actually,” Rory said, turning to Mycroft, “I’d love some. Milk, no sugar. Oh, and Canton - how can you possibly have enough tea?” He felt almost proud that he was becoming less nervous, and mimicked Mycroft’s lean on the desk.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft went back behind the desk and pressed a button on the phone. After rattling off the orders for tea and coffee, he addresses them.

“I brought you here because I need information. What do you two know about the Weeping Angels and the Silence?”

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton frowned. “I know enough about the Silence to know why I don’t remember them. Why?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory looked at Canton then back to Mycroft, his nervousness returning. “Yeah, I remember the Silence not being all too great, but I thought we kind of stopped them? The Weeping Angels… well, I hoped I’d never encounter them again. I still hope that.” He thought of Amy and tried to calm himself down, just mentioning the Weeping Angels doesn’t mean they’re back, and it definitely doesn’t mean she’s in danger. He had to pull himself together.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft sighed. “We have reason to believe Moriarty has some of each. We know what Weeping Angels are, but we have been unsuccessful in collecting information on the Silence. We only have their name.

“I need more information on each of them. This…” pauses, looking for a word, “war against Moriarty has now stepped into new territory. Torchwood was very helpful, but I can’t use them as often as I’d like. They’re quite independent.” The beverages came in. The woman left the tray on the desk and left without another word. Mycroft picked up his cup, waiting for the two men to say something.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

Mycroft Holmes sat in the back room of The Diogenes Club behind his desk, looking over some files. There are gaping holes in the story strung out across the papers, but it wasn’t one Mycroft could deduce. For once in his life, he was out of his depths.

A knock on the door promised a change in that.

“Come in.” He closed the files and stood slowly, waiting for his guests.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton stepped into the office, looking around before his eyes settled on the inconspicuous man standing behind the desk.

“You… I want to say kidnapped me, but I don’t feel like a guy like you would take too kindly to that word.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory was staring at the ground as he stood in the doorway, slightly more in than out, feeling like the odd one out. Canton and Mycroft controlled countries and governments and agencies, and his wife had insisted on dressing him. Light blue with white stripes, in fact. Not the kind of thing for a top-special-secrety meeting, but he didn’t want to annoy her. He gravitated towards the desk, his highly held chin exuding confidence he clearly didn’t have, and started fiddling with his buttons.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft gave Canton a thin smile. “No, I do not take too kindly to the word, but I can’t keep you from thinking it.” He walks out from behind the desk and motions to the chairs. “Please, gentlemen, have a seat.”

Canton has been in these kind of situations before. That was obvious. Confident, unconcerned, collected. Used to the government, maybe even too used to it. Respect must be earned, not forced.

Mycroft deduced that Rory was on the other side of that scale. Twitchy, slightly sweaty. Nervous. His wife dressed him. Not afraid of Mycroft, simply nervous in such a setting. Only loyalty is to his wife and possibly the Doctor.

Good. Two opposite people. Just what Mycroft wanted.

“No need to be nervous, Rory. This is simply a chat.” Mycroft leans on the side of the desk almost lazily.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at the other man, holding a hand out. “Rory! Long time no see. What brings you here then?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory relaxed slightly, letting go of his shirt to shake Canton’s hand. “Er, he brings me here. Brought me, rather. Sent a car. Amy keeps saying how we should have you over, she’s had the kitchen redone which seems to be a big deal in woman world, but I wasn’t sure how to go about contacting you.” God, he did babble. How were people able to be so relaxed in a room like this?

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft straightened up. “Tea?” Tea always made situations less tense.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at Rory. “I’d love to. Scotland Yard’s got me one of those… cell thingies, I’ll get you the number once we’re outta here.” He looked up at Mycroft’s question. “Hell no, in the past few months I’ve had enough tea to last a lifetime. I don’t know how you guys do it. Coffee for me, thanks. Black and a sugar.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

“Actually,” Rory said, turning to Mycroft, “I’d love some. Milk, no sugar. Oh, and Canton - how can you possibly have enough tea?” He felt almost proud that he was becoming less nervous, and mimicked Mycroft’s lean on the desk.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft went back behind the desk and pressed a button on the phone. After rattling off the orders for tea and coffee, he addresses them.

"I brought you here because I need information. What do you two know about the Weeping Angels and the Silence?"

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

Mycroft Holmes sat in the back room of The Diogenes Club behind his desk, looking over some files. There are gaping holes in the story strung out across the papers, but it wasn’t one Mycroft could deduce. For once in his life, he was out of his depths.

A knock on the door promised a change in that.

“Come in.” He closed the files and stood slowly, waiting for his guests.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton stepped into the office, looking around before his eyes settled on the inconspicuous man standing behind the desk.

“You… I want to say kidnapped me, but I don’t feel like a guy like you would take too kindly to that word.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory was staring at the ground as he stood in the doorway, slightly more in than out, feeling like the odd one out. Canton and Mycroft controlled countries and governments and agencies, and his wife had insisted on dressing him. Light blue with white stripes, in fact. Not the kind of thing for a top-special-secrety meeting, but he didn’t want to annoy her. He gravitated towards the desk, his highly held chin exuding confidence he clearly didn’t have, and started fiddling with his buttons.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft gave Canton a thin smile. “No, I do not take too kindly to the word, but I can’t keep you from thinking it.” He walks out from behind the desk and motions to the chairs. “Please, gentlemen, have a seat.”

Canton has been in these kind of situations before. That was obvious. Confident, unconcerned, collected. Used to the government, maybe even too used to it. Respect must be earned, not forced.

Mycroft deduced that Rory was on the other side of that scale. Twitchy, slightly sweaty. Nervous. His wife dressed him. Not afraid of Mycroft, simply nervous in such a setting. Only loyalty is to his wife and possibly the Doctor.

Good. Two opposite people. Just what Mycroft wanted.

“No need to be nervous, Rory. This is simply a chat.” Mycroft leans on the side of the desk almost lazily.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton grinned at the other man, holding a hand out. “Rory! Long time no see. What brings you here then?”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory relaxed slightly, letting go of his shirt to shake Canton’s hand. “Er, he brings me here. Brought me, rather. Sent a car. Amy keeps saying how we should have you over, she’s had the kitchen redone which seems to be a big deal in woman world, but I wasn’t sure how to go about contacting you.” God, he did babble. How were people able to be so relaxed in a room like this?

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft straightened up. “Tea?” Tea always made situations less tense.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

Almost as interesting as that RAF base in Turkey that was just bombed….

[sexythebluebox]

OI! Cut it out! You’re both moving things forward too fast. That bombing wasn’t supposed to happen for another three weeks!

[moriarty-iou-blog]

He started it.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

I was provoked.

[sexythebluebox]

You’re both being very, very, VERY childish. Worse than the Doctor, even.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

I resent that.

[sexythebluebox]

That was rather the point. Now, seriously, stop with the bombs and arrests and things.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

But there’s nothing on telly and you’re on the other side of the galaxy. What else am I supposed to do all day?

[sexythebluebox]

Oh, I’m sure you and the Master can entertain yourselves just fine.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

Oh honey, don’t worry. You’re the only alien for me.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

You two are together?

Oh yes, of course. Your tie knot says everything.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

It took you this long to figure that out? And I had heard you were smart…

[diogenesfounder-blog]

I couldn't figure out who the 'lucky' person was, but now it all fits.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

Mycroft Holmes sat in the back room of The Diogenes Club behind his desk, looking over some files. There are gaping holes in the story strung out across the papers, but it wasn’t one Mycroft could deduce. For once in his life, he was out of his depths.

A knock on the door promised a change in that.

“Come in.” He closed the files and stood slowly, waiting for his guests.

[cantondelawarefbi-blog]

Canton stepped into the office, looking around before his eyes settled on the inconspicuous man standing behind the desk.

“You… I want to say kidnapped me, but I don’t feel like a guy like you would take too kindly to that word.”

[rorywilliamsdear-blog]

Rory was staring at the ground as he stood in the doorway, slightly more in than out, feeling like the odd one out. Canton and Mycroft controlled countries and governments and agencies, and his wife had insisted on dressing him. Light blue with white stripes, in fact. Not the kind of thing for a top-special-secrety meeting, but he didn’t want to annoy her. He gravitated towards the desk, his highly held chin exuding confidence he clearly didn’t have, and started fiddling with his buttons.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Mycroft gave Canton a thin smile. “No, I do not take too kindly to the word, but I can’t keep you from thinking it.” He walks out from behind the desk and motions to the chairs. “Please, gentlemen, have a seat.”

Canton has been in these kind of situations before. That was obvious. Confident, unconcerned, collected. Used to the government, maybe even too used to it. Respect must be earned, not forced.

Mycroft deduced that Rory was on the other side of that scale. Twitchy, slightly sweaty. Nervous. His wife dressed him. Not afraid of Mycroft, simply nervous in such a setting. Only loyalty is to his wife and possibly the Doctor.

Good. Two opposite people. Just what Mycroft wanted.

“No need to be nervous, Rory. This is simply a chat.” Mycroft leans on the side of the desk almost lazily.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

Almost as interesting as that RAF base in Turkey that was just bombed….

[sexythebluebox]

OI! Cut it out! You’re both moving things forward too fast. That bombing wasn’t supposed to happen for another three weeks!

[moriarty-iou-blog]

He started it.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

I was provoked.

[sexythebluebox]

You’re both being very, very, VERY childish. Worse than the Doctor, even.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

I resent that.

[sexythebluebox]

That was rather the point. Now, seriously, stop with the bombs and arrests and things.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

But there’s nothing on telly and you’re on the other side of the galaxy. What else am I supposed to do all day?

[sexythebluebox]

Oh, I’m sure you and the Master can entertain yourselves just fine.

[moriarty-iou-blog]

Oh honey, don’t worry. You’re the only alien for me.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

You two are together?

Oh yes, of course. Your tie knot says everything.

[diogenesfounder-blog]

Meeting at the Diogenes

Mycroft Holmes sat in the back room of The Diogenes Club behind his desk, looking over some files. There are gaping holes in the story strung out across the papers, but it wasn't one Mycroft could deduce. For once in his life, he was out of his depths.

A knock on the door promised a change in that.

"Come in." He closed the files and stood slowly, waiting for his guests.