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Falling apart
crimeiscommonlogicisrare:
Sherlock quietly obeyed drinking the water slowly, with clumsy movement, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Mycroft a list of everything he’d taken.
“Don’t drink too fast” Mycroft warned his little brother trying to move away the glass of water from Sherlock’s lips before he coughed “Mhhh...is that all? Are you sure?” Mycroft asked taking a look at the list.
@crimeiscommonlogicisrare
Falling apart
crimeiscommonlogicisrare:
Sherlock could hear shouting distantly and was confused blinking as he saw his brother. “Myc” he mumbled vaguely trying to swat his hands away, “m'fine” he whispered closing his eyes again.
“I can see that” Mycroft replied, of course he wasn’t serious, his brother wasn’t fine and it was obvious. Mycroft let Sherlock push his hands away because he had to stand up and take a glass of water anyway. So he did so and came back “Drink” he put his hand under Sherlock’s head to help his brother drink.
@crimeiscommonlogicisrare
Falling apart
crimeiscommonlogicisrare:
@mycroftholmesworld
Sherlock was on his own he was falling apart as his mind spun out of control he turned to drugs to control it needing to stop it. He was scared and alone but hiding it from everyone. The needle fell from his hand as he injected the morphine smiling at the peace.
“Sherlock? Why aren’t you replying to my calls? It’s about our parents...” Mycroft stopped talking when he saw the needle on the floor. His heart sunk, even though people thought that he was made of ice, cold and without feelings. It wasn’t true. Mycroft felt like everyone else, he just reacted differently because he was intelligent enough to control his emotions. But it was different with his little brother “Sherlock!” he put his hands on Sherlock’s shoulders and shook his little brother’s body “Can you her me?!” he called for him.
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Christmas Dinner
lionessmuses:
Sherlock sat curiously in his favourite arm chair, not even bothering to use the sides of the chair, nor would he allow his feet to touch the floor. No, he sat wrapped under himself and almost like a human pretzel.
It was in this moment that he found himself lost within the day-time telly trash that seemed to always preoccupy his mind when he found that the rest of the world was just so boring.
“No, no, no!” He shouted, pulling a face and waving his arm exasperatingly at the screen. “He isn’t the father! Just look at him, the genetics and mannerisms are all wrong.” Sighing, irritably, Sherlock sat back up and readjusted himself when he heard the door to his flat open.
Sure steps, heavy steps… gained weight? No, third object used in walking… cane? No. Umbrella.
It didn’t take Sherlock much longer to know exactly who it was that had walked in, nor did it take his insufferable brother to open his mouth for him to know. Closing his eyes to prevent Mycroft from seeing him roll his, Sherlock spoke quickly in reply. “Yes, of course it’s Sherlock, who else would you expect to be in?” Opening one eye, he peered up at his elder brother. “Ready? Where are we going?” He went through his mind; mentally trying to search for any reason or promise he might have made for going anywhere with Mycroft that day.
“Why did you introduce him to those shows, Watson?” Mycroft though, exasperated, There were so many things that Sherlock could be doing right now than yelling at the TV. Although, maybe it was helping with his little brother’s boredom and Mycroft was grateful with everything that could erase the boredom away because Sherlock could do stupid things while bored like using drugs or shooting at the wall.
Mycroft sighed, exasperated again. Of course he didn’t remember. Mycroft wished that he had forgotten too to be honest, but they had to go “The Christmas dinner, Sherlock” Mycroft explained while walking in front of the TV “Please, turn off the TV” he would ask before snatching the TV controller from his brother’s hands. They needed to go and Sherlock’s sarcastic attitude didn’t go unnoticed, Mycroft knew when his little brother rolled his eyes even without looking at him or even when Sherlock wanted to roll his eyes without really doing it.
“Go take a shower and put some decent clothes on. Don’t dressed up like last time and fake to be a woman justifying it by saying that you were training for a case, Mother knew what you were doing and she didn’t like it” Mycroft still remembered listening to mother complains all night, another reason why he didn’t particularly enjoy Christmas “Don’t ruin anything this time, you don’t want to get Mother angry, do you?” if there was someone who Mycroft didn’t want to anger then that someone would be Mother. Mycroft still stood in front of the TV, leaning against the umbrella.
@lionessmuses
Christmas Dinner
The Christmas dinner was always a big deal for the Holmes family. They usually never had dinners or family time, the only moments they had to meet each other was when their Mother told them to. Even though Mycroft had a file about his Mother, he always did what she asked if he could do so. Despite all, the Holmes brothers had very good parents.
Mycroft knew that he had to pick up his little brother, even just to make sure that Sherlock was at least presentable. You never knew with him. Mycroft wished that Sherlock would be more reliable, he was a Holmes after all and Mycroft didn’t want to have a loose-one in the family. But, Sherlock was that and even more. The elder brother knew that dealing with it was the only option left.
However, Mycroft always tried to fix what he could and this time Sherlock had to be fixable. There were no other options. It was about their Mother and her dinner. So, he arrived at Sherlock’s door and straightened the knocker without even noticing then he opened the door with his own pair of keys and entered the building “Oh, Mrs Hudson” Mycroft remembered to smile politely “Merry Christmas” he added afterwards “Thank you” she smiled knowing why Mycroft was there “He is upstairs, be nice, mh?” after saying this she left and Mycroft went upstairs, using his umbrella to push the door open that led to the living room “Sherlock?” he called his brother “Are you ready? We have to go”
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Missing people.
Amy: Yes. Okay, noted. Be careful.
Amy: Got any pointers, Mister Holmes? Something that's "not obvious"?
Amy: The Doctor is very good at solving problems. Even when you think it's an impossible fight. You're right. That's why I'm not afraid.
MH: I was going to say to ask the Doctor. He is a man with knowledge and experiences that I don't have and I can't ever have.
MH: I would have pointers if I knew what we are dealing with.
MH: I don't know how I can be helpful in this moment. I can help finding my brother because I know how he thinks so I have more possibilities to find him.
MH: By the way Amy, my brother doesn't like fan girls or fangirling, just an fyi.
Exploring the Big City { open }
sunflowerinthesky:
When he didn’t reply to her, she regained her composure. Alright, he didn’t like being fawned over. That was fine. It was difficult to hide her excitement, but she would. If anything because she wanted to be a partner to Mycroft. Wouldn’t that be a wild thing to tell Rory about later?
Rory. Don’t think about Rory. Not now.
“What sort of dangers are you thinking?” she asked. She hated to look like an idiot in front of the literary icon, but she couldn’t conceive of what he meant. They were just harmless rotten apples, weren’t they? She was willing to listen to what he had to say, though, unless it went directly against something she felt was morally right.
She didn’t think he would.
Mycroft wasn’t used to fans, Sherlock was the sort who had to deal with them and his little brother didn’t like them either. Mycroft didn’t like fans also because they liked him for his connection with Sherlock, something that Mycroft didn’t always appreciate because Sherlock’s actions could put the Holmes name into shame sometimes.
“Animals might have found this store because of the food” dangerous animals so it was better check before anything happened.
Missing people.
Amy: Good. I hope so too. Still, couldn't hurt to give it a look, right?
MH: Yes, it wouldn't hurt...unless that monster, for a lack of a better term, is still around. We should be careful or we could lose more people.
MH: Don't get me wrong. I want to find my brother, Dr. Watson and the others. But, losing more people to find who's lost...it is not the right choice.
MH: There must be another way. Ways that a man coming from my world can't even think about.
Missing people.
Amy: I could be wrong. Hell, I hope I am. I've been out of commission for a bit, nursing myself of a flu. Has anyone seen the following people? Gwen Cooper, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mrs. Hudson, Castiel, River Song, Cain or that other arrogant demon man?
MH: Sherlock and John are known to work together so they have probably gone searching for whatever it's happening together. I hope they just disappeared again instead of the other more deadly option.
thetallestwinchester:
“To be fair, I don’t really listen to my brother either so I guess that sort of cancels itself out. He does remember it, more so then the rest of us seem to.”
“So, your brother went searching for...whatever it’s happening at the moment...against his own judgement too? More so...interesting, thank you for the information”
Exploring the Big City { open }
sunflowerinthesky:
She surveyed the grocery store carefully; the apples and other produce near the front were, at best, very ripe. Brown spots upon brown spots. At worst, they were rotten, and Amy had to cover her nose with her hand in order to breathe properly. “This could probably serve as fertilizer…” she mused aloud, “Or we could get the seeds from the fruit and grow things…” Not that she hoped that they would be here long enough for that to become a problem.
She nodded as Mycroft suggested they inform the others. She agreed. She looked over to see him staring at her. She was unsettled before she realized what it was. Finally! She was being deduced by Mycroft Holmes. She knew who she was, but she always wondered if there would be some insight to her personality that she hadn’t noticed that Sherlock (or his elder brother) could deduce of her.
When he called her Amy and walked away, she giggled, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “How long have you known?” she asked, following him down the aisle.
Amy said intelligent things about the apples and how to use them. Yes, they could be used that way, it was pretty smart. Mycroft appreciated smart. However, Mycroft couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Amy’s enthusiasm when he deduced her. He didn’t like her enthusiasm because Amy seemed like a fan who had just met her favourite book character and Mycroft wasn’t a book character, he was a real person.
So, he didn’t reply to Amy, but just kept walking down the aisle “We need to oversee everything before calling other people in, there could be dangers ahead” he stated hoping that Amy would follow his suggestion, after all he was used to Sherlock doing the exact opposite of what he said, even though mother the elder brother knew best.
thetallestwinchester:
“Of course he doesn’t listen, he’s your brother. Apparently it’s the place we were all thrown into before this one, some people remember it and some don’t.”
“I see a pattern then. Your brother doesn’t listen to you either? Another place before this one...of course I don’t remember...does Captain Harkness remember it?”
thedamnedson:
“That may be so,” Cain conceded, giving the strange man a nod. “But I have lived it, at least on my version of Earth.” Giving the man a darkened smile, Cain’s eyes flashed to a deep red colour that could have been mistaken for black before returning to normal. “I am Cain, the first born son and the father of murder. I am a knight of Hell and more powerful than you could conceive.” He replied coolly. “But if that’s too much for you to take in, consider me as a demon.”
Mycroft knew how to observe and he noticed the change of color in the other man’s eyes, but said nothing about it. Instead, Mycroft kept listening. Of course, one of those pretentious demons “Father of murder” Mycroft repeated with slight sarcasm in his tone. Sherlock’s job was about murder so his little brother should thank Cain or something? That was a funny thought. Also, Mycroft wasn’t scared, he was just exasperated because he couldn’t live in a world where things like demons didn’t really exist.
“Alright people of the pocket number two, listen up. I know half of you are too stubborn to listen to what anyone says, and this will probably go in one ear and out the other, but don’t go after this thing guns blazing. I’ve been hunting for over thirty years and I’ve never seen anything immune to an angel blade, so if you’re gonna go after this thing at least make sure you know what kills it.”
“I’ve tried to warn Sherlock. I told him to be careful and not just go exploring without knowing what he is fighting against, but of course he didn’t listen to me. Pocket two? What do you mean?”
Nice Day For A Walk
“Did it look like a dinosaur?” Castiel knew that he needed to heal this wound or the man would bleed out, fading grace or not. He waved a hand over the wound and felt his Grace slowly close up the gash. Cas felt a bit weak when he was done healing the man, but he had helped him, and that was all that was important to him. “You should be fine, now.” Castiel said, a bit weak.
“I don’t know, I had to start running away because I got bitten, but yes...probably a dinosaur” basically Mycroft was walking when he had felt that bite. It had been so sudden. He shook his head feeling dizzy, he was losing too much blood. Mycroft closed his eyes for a moment. But then, he felt better. Mycroft frowned and looked at Castiel, he seemed tired “Are you okay? What happened?!” Mycroft looked down at his wound and saw that it wasn’t there anymore. Mycroft looked back at Castiel, rising a brow “Do you need to sit down?” in case Castiel felt really tired. He wasn’t so shocked about the witchcraft because he had understood that Castiel had done it. Mycroft had to accept that unscientific things would happen “Thank you” he said to Castiel, grateful.
“Just because you have no belief in something it does not mean it ceases to exist.” Cain replied, blinking once and then turning his face away from the stranger. “I cannot die, not with what I have on my arm.”
“And just because you believe in it doesn’t mean that it exits” turn around logic then Mycroft turned around to look at the other man’s arm, he was curious after all “What are you?” of course he seemed a human, but that didn’t mean that he was just a human. Mycroft learned fast and he saw very unscientific things. So, that was why he had used what instead of who.
“That’s unfortunate.” She had hoped she had been dreaming. Nightmares were something she could handle. “Are you and the boys alright? You’ve all been missing for some time now.” It hadn’t been easy working with Lestrade and New Scotland Yard, answering their questions about “boat holes” and the like. She knew they hadn’t just run away. But, it didn’t matter that she had been right, because now she was in the same predicament as them. “You lot are always getting yourselves into trouble. I should really speak to your mother.”
Mycroft frowned for a moment when she said that it was unfortunate because he thought of something selfish about himself, but then she asked if they were fine “Yes, Sherlock and John are here too” then Mycroft almost lost it when she said that she should talk to his mother “I don’t think it would be helpful anyway” he shook his head “Come, there is a farm nearby, you can rest there” at least the farm was safe or at least safer than other areas. It seemed so to him at least.
