Prompting Part XXIV
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Sherlock sat heavily into one of his brother's kitchen chairs, holding the only item that had been in the fridge, a petit filous youghurt.
Things to say to Mycroft.
He ran over the deductions as though they were a speech he had learnt, trying to spot where he'd missed a line, a word, a pause.
John had told him Mycroft had told Moriarty everything about his childhood in return for the key code, but the key code hadn't existed. It was improbable that Mycroft ever believed in such a short key code, he worked with computers far more than Sherlock himself.
Flaws so far? Maybe Mycoroft did believe. Sherlock had. And Moriarty had proved to him he didn't live in a world full of clever people doing clever things. He lived in a world of clever people doing dull things, like blackmail and bribing security guards. However. Improbable.
Mycroft wanted the key code and sold Sherlock's story. No Mycroft wanted . . . something, and sold Sherlock's story. He had to have expected an outcome for Sherlock as well as himself. The thing he wanted, was it a future action on the part of Moriarty, of something else that had been in Moriarty's possession?
That P.S.. Something of Sherlock's?
A motive is both a reaction and an expectation. Mycroft was reacting to . . . Sherlock in some way. As well as Moriarty not doing precisely what Mycroft wanted. Mycroft was expecting . . . conceivably, he was expecting exactly what did happen. He was Mycroft.
What can you do with someone's past? Manipulate it, like Moriarty did. Anything else? Use it to predict and manipulate people. Moriarty conceivably got better at that.
Mycroft was expecting Moriarty to get better at competing with Sherlock.
Without creative thinking, all that Sherlock could logically get from this line of thinking was that Mycroft knew what he was doing when he gave Moriarty such a large weapon. Did Mycroft misjudge what Moriarty would do with it? Unlikely, but possible.
What can be gained from arming such a man?
He's also directed, distracted. But that was an unknown, they didn't know Moriarty's breaking point. Using Sherlock as a distraction for Moriarty to allow the British government to do whatever they do is in no way a failsafe plan.
What happened in the end? Moriarty won. Moriarty won in his own eyes. Is this advantageous?
Yes.
Moriarty won with the help of Mycroft. He probably didn't see it that way, so he's cocky. However, Sherlock and Mycroft knew nothing new. They now knew how well Moriarty can operate with help. Doesn't say what's needed to destroy him.
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Flaws so far?
Sherlock scanned the layers of deduction.
Wait.
No.
Of course. Te biggest, biggest flaw. Where do you hide a lie? Inside a truth. That's why Moriarty could use Sherlock's history.
Sherlock had no doubt that with all available resources, Moriarty could win. Properly. But he hadn't won yet, Sherlock was still here. So Moriarty didn't have all available resources. Something in Mycroft's information lead to this outcome: Moriarty thinks he's won, Sherlock is alive.
By this time Sherlock was tapping a yoghurt covered spoon all over Mycroft's beautiful table.
Mycroft entered.
"The transcripts of what you told Moriarty?" Sherlock requested with a hand to the side, not making eye contact.
"Will be sent to your flat." Mycroft said with a raised eyebrow at the expectant palm.
Sherlock rolled his hand back, rose and curled his lip. "In the future, I don't want your help."
"In the future it may do well to avoid assuming hidden messages in everything you see and then taking everything you hear at face value. A short line of code, indeed."
Sherlock gritted his teeth and swallowed. "I need to know what you told him. You involved yourself."
"You will know what I told him. Meanwhile, don't assume your . . . dominance battles are only your business. Involving myself does not put me in debt to you simply because you were already involved."
Sherlock dropped the yoghurt covered spoon to the table with a clatter and a squelch.
"When he returns, I don't want your help in beating him."
"I will be involved, like it or not."
A ripple ran over Sherlock's mouth. "I want him defeated properly. You cannot load our dice, no matter what else you manipulate."
Mycroft took off his suit jacket. "Is this going to be like the poison/not poison? Can't let go if you don't reach the end yourself?" Mycroft sighed in resignation. The jacket was deposited over the back of a chair. Mycroft opened the front door. Sherlock walked towards it. "As you wish."
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Their interaction very much reminds me of that chilling scene in SiB with the two of them in the mortuary. Aloof, calculating, and creepy. The Iceman, indeed. I would love for this to be canon, as in my headcanon Mycroft wouldn't have allowed himself to be completely fooled by Moriarty's schemes (that keycode seemed a bit too fantastical to belive in it).
Very well done. *nods*
Yes Mycroft, we do see the data, no worries.
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