Jan 02, 2012 11:38
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When Sherlock was 6 and ¾ he finally managed to sneak off to be alone with one of them. He wanted to study the physics of why they managed to spin without any breezes or effort. What he didn’t anticipate was the sheer cacophony of voices that cried out from the spinner. It takes him four afternoons of sneaking off before he realizes that not only do they hold air and dust and such, but also memories of what had been near them.
It’s Mycroft who finally follows him one afternoon. “Father could see them too” is all he says after waiting for Sherlock by a phone booth. Mycroft can’t though, Sherlock realizes. One day Sherlock will watch the CCTV cameras and wonder if Mycroft made his network out of sheer envy at all the knowledge available to Sherlock and not Mycroft. It is also Mycroft who tells him his father was fond of pigeons. At 8, Sherlock knows a hint when he hears one though it takes him another 6 months before he manages to get a pigeon close enough to him to find out why. Suddenly, Mummy’s obsession with sharp decorations on the roof and windowsill make sense.
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I love the idea of Mycroft getting jealous and trying to recreate his own network of recorded streetside activity. Thank you so much! :)
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