Cabinlock Ficlet: Icarus Rising
Title: Icarus Rising
Fandom: Sherlock/ Cabin Pressure
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Sherlock- The Reichenbach Fall; CP- not very spoilery reference to Ottery St. Mary
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft
Summary: just another cabinlock idea I’m sharing
“Is this your poor attempt at humor?” asked Sherlock.
“I thought it fitting,” replied Mycroft. Sherlock could almost see the smug grin his brother was using all his might to suppress.
They both stared at the run-down van parked in front of them, Icarus Removals painted in bold letters on the side.
“Just... give me the keys.”
Mycroft handed them over along with a manila envelope. Sherlock pocketed the keys and opened the envelope, sifting through the papers it contained. “Martin Crieff?” he asked, as though he was calling attention to a foul smell. “What sort of name is that?”
“A forgettable one,” Mycroft answered. “Are you going to complain about everything?”
“I think I’m entitled,” Sherlock responded.
“That much is obvious.”
The younger Holmes huffed in disapproval, but said nothing.
“This may be the last time we see each other for a long while,” Mycroft told him. “Really, it’s dangerous that we’re together now.” There was a moment of tense silence where it seemed like he was about to say more, but, instead, he changed the subject. “Make sure your funds won’t deplete too quickly; I can’t provide you with any more.”
“Don’t say it...” Sherlock expressed, already knowing what his brother meant.
“You may even have to find a job,” Mycroft explained anyway.
“Doing what?” inquired Sherlock. “All I have is this van. Which, by the way, do you expect me to drive it all the way to Russia, or to the States, or to wherever else any names from Moriarty’s syndicate might lead me?”
“I couldn’t very well secure an aeroplane for you.”
“Then I’ll have to find one myself,” Sherlock announced.
Mycroft raised his eyebrow. “And how, may I ask, are you going to do that?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” he admitted.
“Just make sure I don’t hear about it when you do.”
“Of course.”