Re-prompt - Mycroft/John, angst, torture, hurt/comfort
anonymous
May 24 2011, 06:43:16 UTC
Mycroft/John, angst and h/c, where Mycroft tortures or otherwise harms John, because Sherlock is missing and Mycroft is convinced that John had something to do with it. So he turns his considerable intellect and abilities towards breaking John, only to find out that John is innocent and Sherlock is fine (or mostly fine). Then Mycroft has to put John back together. I don't want them to be in a relationship before this happens - whether there is a relationship after is up to the author, so long as Mycroft sticks around long enough to fix John.
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (1/?)tawabidsMay 28 2011, 12:58:04 UTC
In the back of his mind, Mycroft has already started thinking of ways to kill John Watson. Normally he would have other people to think of these things for him. It’s a distasteful job and he doesn’t like being privy to the details. But not this time. This time it is personal.
He never, ever thought he’d have to say that. In fact, Mycroft once told the Prime Minister (two or three terms back) that the reason he is so good at his job is that it is never personal. And now? Has he broken his own rules, should he tender his resignation, is this the first step he will take towards becoming one of those unhappy dictators one watches on the television, all mad army uniforms and rolling eyes?
No. Perhaps another Mycroft, an unattached Mycroft, would frown on using state funds to procure the whereabouts of his dear baby brother, but it is not as if it can ever happen again.
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (2/?)tawabidsMay 28 2011, 12:59:40 UTC
John does not answer that day, of course. Mycroft has them bring in a table, stretch John’s cuffed wrists out across it, and watches while his men use a rifle butt to smash the good doctor’s fingers one by one. John is crying by the end, silently and with a hard, cold look on his face, but he does not answer
( ... )
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (3/?)tawabidsMay 28 2011, 13:00:12 UTC
He throws himself into his work with a vigour that surprises his subordinates. He wants to be distracted, but it is not enough. His mind continues to dwell on that dank basement, on the harsh light of a bare bulb, on the sound his palm made as it connected with John’s cheek
( ... )
Re: Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (3/?)
anonymous
May 29 2011, 02:35:01 UTC
Why doesn't this have a million comments? This is amazing! And Mycroft, even though he thinks letting things get personal is a weakness, is so much fucking scarier when he's emotionally involved.
OMG!!!!!! YAY! I didn't think this was going to get filled, and with such skill. I love the first three parts and am literally breathless with anticipation for whatever comes next. Thank you!
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (4/?)tawabidsMay 29 2011, 07:18:12 UTC
He does not go back to the Baking House for some time. Anthea texts on occasion to report no progress. John is sticking to his story, despite the sleep deprivation and slow starvation. Perhaps Mycroft underestimated his loyalty to Moriarty. Perhaps John will expire before he gives up the truth
( ... )
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (5/?)tawabidsMay 29 2011, 07:20:00 UTC
John’s eyes are those of a cornered predator. He doesn’t move, except to glance around the room. Mycroft sees him take in the exits, the latched windows, and various objects - his IV line, a heavy vase of flowers, the spare chair - which he could use as a weapon in a pinch.
“Good morning,” Mycroft says, folding away his newspaper. “Or evening, rather. How are you feeling?”
“I suppose ‘I’m sorry’ is too much for you, is it?” John snarls. His throat is still raw, by the sound of it.
“I’m sorry,” Mycroft says. He doesn’t mean it, not in the way John wants him to mean it, he is not sorry for what he has done. He was only trying to save his baby brother. But he is regretful, he wishes they were not in this position. He wishes John did not need the morphine drip or the metal screws in his arm.
John does not acknowledge the apology anyway. He watches Mycroft, his lips pressed hard together, but his eyes are shoving that question back in Mycroft’s face. Where is Sherlock Holmes?“I don’t know where he is, exactly,” Mycroft clears his
( ... )
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (6/?)tawabidsMay 29 2011, 07:25:17 UTC
Mycroft puts a full surveillance detail on John once he leaves the hospital. To his mild surprise, John returns to Baker St, though how he explains his absence and injuries to his landlady Mycroft cannot fathom. Perhaps he tells her the truth. Mycroft has a great deal of respect for the emotional strength of elderly women. Grand Nan Holmes spent much of World War Two smuggling information in and out of the Wolfsschanze. She used to tell Mycroft and Sherlock about her time there as bedtime stories
( ... )
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (7/?)tawabidsMay 29 2011, 22:17:33 UTC
I'm going to be away for a few days, so I'll post the end of this now, though I know it's not terribly well edited. Thank you for everyone who's still hanging around reading! :)Rumours with a likely basis in fact flit across Mycroft’s desk. Sherlock is not only very much alive, he has started pursuing Moriarty in earnest, targeting various nodes of his network around Europe and bringing them to the attention of local authorities. It is a haphazard, inefficient crusade but it is still effective. Sherlock is putting holes in the hornet’s nest, one pinprick at a time
( ... )
Break His Fingers, He Won't Play the Piano No More (8/?)tawabidsMay 29 2011, 22:19:31 UTC
“What do you want?” John says. He sounds like an old dog that has been beaten too many times to bite any longer. He makes his way toward the main street and Mycroft keeps the umbrella perfectly centred over a point halfway between their heads
( ... )
I don't want them to be in a relationship before this happens - whether there is a relationship after is up to the author, so long as Mycroft sticks around long enough to fix John.
Note: This was originally prompted at http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/6487.html?thread=33619031#t33619031 but I'm re-prompting in hopes of a fill.
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He never, ever thought he’d have to say that. In fact, Mycroft once told the Prime Minister (two or three terms back) that the reason he is so good at his job is that it is never personal. And now? Has he broken his own rules, should he tender his resignation, is this the first step he will take towards becoming one of those unhappy dictators one watches on the television, all mad army uniforms and rolling eyes?
No. Perhaps another Mycroft, an unattached Mycroft, would frown on using state funds to procure the whereabouts of his dear baby brother, but it is not as if it can ever happen again.
He will never let it happen again ( ... )
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Brilliant, author!anon. I look forward to more!
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Thank you!
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“Good morning,” Mycroft says, folding away his newspaper. “Or evening, rather. How are you feeling?”
“I suppose ‘I’m sorry’ is too much for you, is it?” John snarls. His throat is still raw, by the sound of it.
“I’m sorry,” Mycroft says. He doesn’t mean it, not in the way John wants him to mean it, he is not sorry for what he has done. He was only trying to save his baby brother. But he is regretful, he wishes they were not in this position. He wishes John did not need the morphine drip or the metal screws in his arm.
John does not acknowledge the apology anyway. He watches Mycroft, his lips pressed hard together, but his eyes are shoving that question back in Mycroft’s face. Where is Sherlock Holmes?“I don’t know where he is, exactly,” Mycroft clears his ( ... )
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