Prompting Part XXIV
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The realization following this was the fact that Sherlock was very, very aware of what he'd told Moriarty.
This realization was soon followed by one that his brother, on some level, forgave him. But at the same time they're relationship had taken a very large step in the wrong direction.
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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 ( ... )
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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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That was the only two facts Mycroft could take in. Rather, it was the sum of dozens of little facts that all added up to Sherlock, to little brother.
Mycroft very carefully put down his files, his cup of tea. His hands were steady the way they only were when he was under extreme stress.
"Hello, brother dear," Sherlock said, not quite glancing up from his meal.
"Sherlock?" Mycroft asked. Asked. He saw the evidence, and he doubted his eyes. "Sherlock?"
"Of course it's-" Sherlock started, head snapping up, turning to glare, and he never finished because Mycroft did something they hadn't done since they were children.
He hugged him.
It didn't matter that Sherlock went stiff, and that everything about him told Mycroft it was unwelcome. It didn't, because Sherlock was there, and alive.
"Enough," Sherlock said, and the toneTheir normal fighting, the only way they managed to interact these days, this wasn't it. This was worse ( ... )
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