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Winter in London - Part XIV 
16th-Jun-2010 03:42 pm
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Part I,

Part II -- PLEASE BE SURE YOU HAVE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING!  An error on my part prevented some readers from seeing it -- many apologies.

Part III
Part IV

Part V
Part VI
Part VII
Part VIII
Part IX
Part X
Part XI
Part XII
Part XIII

“Don’t,” I whispered. “I haven’t any right to tell you this.”

Mycroft sat back, neatly shutting away the look of shock, and opened his snuff box. “You haven’t told me anything.”

I laughed despairingly. “It amounts to a breach of confidence to come anywhere near you.”

“My capacities are not your fault. It may possibly be your fault that you have no one else to go to, but being even less sociable than yourself I am in no position to judge.”

“There’s nothing I can do, there’s no way to make it right. You don’t understand...”

Mycroft swept specks of snuff from his waistcoat with his handkerchief. “Then had you not better tell me the whole of it? It is possible I have entirely misconstrued matters, but if not I think I have already  deduced the worst of it. You know it will never go any further.”

I still do not know if I had any right to do it, but after some further hesitation I did tell him in the end.  At least my brother  never needs a thing to be explained at any length. In fact it shocked me that the whole business  could be condensed to such a few terse sentences and a choked silence.  Mycroft sat there motionless, his  face turning chalk-white while I stumbled to my conclusion, dropping my head into my hands and muttering wretchedly,  “I should never –”

 “Never what?” demanded Mycroft abruptly, and so fiercely I started a little, “Never have been born? Never have woken after those villains attacked you? Sherlock, if you are looking for someone to agree with you that the world at large— your friend included – would be better off with you dead, you might try asking around among the inmates at Newgate or the  gangs of Rotherhithe. I doubt anyone else who knows your name is likely to do it for you, and you might have ruled out your brother before you began.”

I did not say anything. I could not.

 Mycroft  subsided,  pondering. Then, as if nothing more harrowing than a jumbled set of figures lay before him,  he said,  “Let us try to address the situation logically...”

I gave another wrecked laugh. “Logically! Mycroft, I congratulate you on working the thing out, I was far, far slower but I did as much myself in the end – but what then? My skills are not the equal of yours , but they have their uses when  someone wants to discover exactly what horrible thing has occurred or who has committed it. But when all that remains is to  make matters more bearable, I have to own myself entirely out of my depth. There is no place for logic. That is just it. ”

“What nonsense,” said Mycroft. “Certainly there is a place for logic. You are merely applying it in a very uneven manner. You seem to have concluded your ability to help will be impaired if you either distract or harm yourself with stimulants or narcotics. So far, you have proceeded with admirable sense. And yet you subject yourself, without scruple, to a variety of premeditated tortures, and you appear to be courting consumption. Do you not see the logical contradiction?”

I frowned.  “I am not... that is not ... important.”

“For God’s sake, Sherlock,” exclaimed Mycroft irritably, before interrupting himself with another sigh. He brought his fingertips  together and became more professorial and precise than ever.

“Let us examine a hypothetical case. A man enters a house in order to rescue two children from evil – in which laudable goal he is successful, by the way. While there, however, he is beaten unconscious and his companion subjected to a vicious assault. When the first man learns what has happened he does all he can think of, difficult as he finds it, to alleviate his friend’s distress. However let us then suppose his efforts are impeded at every turn by some third person, who enters the scene to begin whispering to the first man that he is entirely to blame,  and had better have been killed. Is there anything rational or useful about this third person’s intervention, and can he be said to be serving the interests of the man’s friend? Is not the first man, in fact, rather a fool for not kicking this interloper out of his rooms and continuing about his business undisturbed?”

“A charming tale, Mycroft. ” I said impatiently, “Though it excludes a number of unpleasant yet significant details. The question of what on earth the first man can do for his friend strikes me as more pressing. ”

Mycroft paused. “Just what he has been doing, so far as I can see.”

“What do you imagine I have been doing, Mycroft?  Because I’m afraid in reality playing the violin and buying tobacco is the limit of my endeavours.”

“Well. I doubt that is quite all that you have done, or your friend would probably not have relaxed so far as to show you his record of events. But yes, carry on playing the violin and buying tobacco,  why not?” Mycroft glanced wryly at the untouched plate beside me. “I do not suppose I shall ever hit upon the perfect and infallible method of persuading you to eat properly, but I continue to try, for I like to think it means something to you that I make it evident I prefer you not to starve to death.”

I looked at my brother, taken aback because I never thought to hear him say that aloud, but I could not help but realise that yes, I had always known that was what he was doing  --  which does not cast my habitually churlish responses to his efforts and Watson’s similar ones in any very flattering light. I still did not eat the damned bread and butter, but I did offer him a feeble and short-lived species of smile.

Mycroft asked,  “Is it remotely possible you would be so severe to another man in your own case?”

Obstinate mule that I am, I muttered, “Yes,”

“Rubbish. If it were your friend? Or myself?”

I had no very good answer. I fell back on groaning, “It is not so simple.”

“I know it is not.” His eyes were as soft for a moment as I have ever seen them. “You are both going to suffer, for some time to come, no matter what either of you do. I am very sorry for it. But you cannot make his burden any lighter by heaping coals on your own head – quite the contrary. ” He folded his arms. “And if you think as highly of your friend as I believe you do, don’t call the man an idiot behind his back for choosing to associate with you. I imagine he knows his own mind, he must find your society congenial, now as before. He appears to prefer it to anyone else’s. ”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t thank  my brother, or say he was right, or do anything he deserved. All I said, after sitting there in silence  for some minutes longer with my eyes closed, was,  “I must be back before  six.”

“Then take a cab, will you? And warm up properly when you get there. “

I stood up, and made an attempt to smooth back my hair. Mycroft grimaced at the results.

“If you were not such a starveling I could at least lend you something dry to wear on the way,” he said regretfully, “but you would look even more deplorable object in my clothes than you do now.”  

“Yes, well, our differences on the subject of diet are not likely to be resolved on this occasion,”  I said. But then, as a kind of gesture, I picked up  a piece of the bread and butter, ate it hastily and washed it down with the lukewarm tea.  

I clasped Mycroft’s hand at the door and he patted my arm. We are not a demonstrative pair. I think there was more physical contact between us in the forty minutes I was there than in the last nine years combined.

* * *

I was very worried  on the way home that Watson would have returned before me. Nevertheless, when the hansom stopped at Baker Street I came to myself with a start, realising that despite the dread, the jolting of the cab and the noise of the streets, I had unaccountably fallen asleep.

The house, thankfully, was empty. Inside our rooms I picked up Watson’s pages from the floor, shuffled them gingerly into order and folded them up as they had been, leaving his note to me beside them on the desk. I repaired other signs of disorder, hoping Watson would not notice the large chip in the rim of the tea-table and had not been particularly attached to the ashtray that used to stand upon the sideboard. Then, after lighting a fire, I finally changed out of my wet clothes and made myself at least moderately presentable, and settled in to wait.

There were a few letters for me.  Naturally I had not paid them any attention before, and only looked at them while waiting because by quarter past six I realised I needed some distraction from the useless state of nerves I was working myself into. Only one struck me of any interest,  as the envelope had  apparently been addressed by an extemely anxious young woman, high-born, yet not rich, writing in secret in the dead of night. On opening it, however, I had only time to note that the name of the woman in question was Lady Eva Brackwell, when I heard the front door opening. I cast the letter aside at once.

Watson came up the stairs. I rose expectantly but he did not enter -- he was actually standing hesitating on the threshold of his own home. I could see his shadow under the door. I went and opened it.

>>Part XV

Comments 
16th-Jun-2010 03:05 pm (UTC)
I really like your Mycroft! His understated affection for Holmes is lovely.
18th-Jun-2010 08:58 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like him! I hope he's not a blatant clone, but he's certainly much influenced by katieforsythe's version, in case that wasn't obvious!
16th-Jun-2010 03:08 pm (UTC)
The meeting with Mycroft was everything I was hoping for and then some. They were just lovely and brotherly and lovely.
18th-Jun-2010 08:59 am (UTC)
Yay, I'm glad it was what you were hoping for!

Holmes needed a pep talk.
16th-Jun-2010 03:41 pm (UTC)
Well. Now I'm in an even greater state of desperate suspense than I was before. This is the high road to obsessive clicking on Refresh. That's going to be quite some heart-to-heart coming up, I think.

(Thank you!)
18th-Jun-2010 01:44 am (UTC)
LOL yes... yes, i do exactly the same. i think we all do @__@
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16th-Jun-2010 05:53 pm (UTC)
Snarryfool and Scheming Reader have summarized my own reactions admirably. SR picked out precisely the same line that I adored, so why echo that?

I'll only add that I had previously concluded that I could not possibly adore any other fictional characters as much as I do your Sherlock Holmes and Watson, but that I now realize I was mistaken.
16th-Jun-2010 04:05 pm (UTC)
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Awesome. Looking forward to more. :D
18th-Jun-2010 09:43 am (UTC)
I'm glad you're pleased! I know Holmes was worrying you in the last one.
16th-Jun-2010 05:01 pm (UTC)
Aww, brotherly interaction <3

Also, thank God Mycroft is here to explain to Holmes everything we would like to yell in his ear.

I do not have the smallest inkling of what will happen now, though o__o
18th-Jun-2010 09:45 am (UTC)
Mycroft is the usefullest character ever to exist, really.

I found some weird once-upon-a-time draft of a Sherlock Holmes screenplay on the net which had Mycroft as a snooty bastard who looked down on Sherlock, and Watson kept bitching about him and all I could think was WHAT. SLANDER.
16th-Jun-2010 07:48 pm (UTC)
Oh good God. That was an amazing installment. I agree with snarryfool's comment that this is the slippery slope to sitting by your computer all day, clicking obsessively on 'Refresh'!

I really loved the interaction between Sherlock and Mycroft - I imagine that it would indeed be a breach of confidence just to go anywhere near the elder Holmes if there was something weighing on your mind and he knew your habits reasonably well!

This series is wonderful, I'll be on tenterhooks to read the conversation between Holmes and Watson that's coming up...
18th-Jun-2010 09:50 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I hope the next installment doesn't disappoint!
16th-Jun-2010 09:40 pm (UTC)
I was so worried Watson was goin to get back before him and find all those papers splayed out on the floor. Turning to his brother was wonderful and your Mycroft as wonderful. Can't wait for the next conversation between them. I adore this fic.

Oh, and I absolutly loved your phrasing in this line " but I did offer him a feeble and short-lived species of smile." Brilliant.
18th-Jun-2010 09:51 am (UTC)
Ah, I'd probably never have done that to them. Though I would try to make you think I might.

Thank you! I'm so pleased you're enjoying this!
17th-Jun-2010 12:26 am (UTC)
This just made my day so much better. I always rejoice when there's an update to this fic.

Wonderful scene with Mycroft. He and Sherlock are such extraordinary men and I love how they truly "get" each other.

I am on pins and needles for the next scene!
18th-Jun-2010 09:56 am (UTC)
Ah, thank you-- it's lovely that it improved your day!
17th-Jun-2010 03:55 am (UTC)
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Thank you, Mycroft. I hope that Holmes has taken his brother's words to heart, and can stop blaming himself. And I'm very glad that he got back to Baker Street before Watson did.

I can't wait for the next chapter!
18th-Jun-2010 10:08 am (UTC)
Thank you, I hope the next chapter is worth it!
17th-Jun-2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
Wonderful Mycroft! That dose of objective logic is just what our Holmes needed.
18th-Jun-2010 02:15 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you like him! Yes, I thought logic would be the only way to get through to Holmes.
17th-Jun-2010 02:08 pm (UTC)
I'm caught between longing to read this story's conclusion and wanting it to go on forever. Every part so perfectly formed in itself and linked seamlessly to the whole. Brava!
18th-Jun-2010 02:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! We're getting there now but there's still a little way to go. I hope you'll enjoy the rest of it.
17th-Jun-2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
I started reading this story a little while before i was meant to go and meet a friend of mine... i was half an hour late! I think it was worth it lol!
I look forward to reading the rest of it! :)
18th-Jun-2010 02:18 pm (UTC)
Hee! Well thank you very much and I hope your friend wasn't too annoyed!
17th-Jun-2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, my love for this fic grows exponentially. As someone who knows (and loves) a lot of survivors of sexual violence, so much of this rings true for me; especially Holmes' helplessness, and his self-destructive coping mechanisms. And jeezus, I love Mycroft and his logical deconstruction. It was just the right amount of empathy and ass-kicking. Also, I imagined Stephen Fry as Mycroft, and kind of melted a bit.
That last line has me biting my nails, waiting for the next chapter.

Edited at 2010-06-17 05:47 pm (UTC)
18th-Jun-2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you, it's really good to hear it rings true! Aargh. I hope it does all the way through.

I could see Stephen Fry as Mycroft! I don't generally think that much of him as an actor (I like him as a comedian/presenter/pundit sort of person), but this would be a really good role for his talents. Or would have been, he's lost quite a bit of weight now.
17th-Jun-2010 07:22 pm (UTC)
Damn, you're an amazing writer.

Everything builds back upon itself the way a proper story ought, not to mention your apt and beautiful characterizations.

Brilliantly done, and here I sit, waiting for more.
18th-Jun-2010 02:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! More pretty soon, I hope!
17th-Jun-2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
I've just started reading this story today and I'm totally lost for words!!! It is so sad and heartbreaking but at the same time so beautiful to read how Holmes and Watson care for each other.
And I really love your Mycroft!!!

I can't wait for the next part!
18th-Jun-2010 02:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I never would have thought this story would turn out so long when I started, but it mean a lot that people are enjoying it.
18th-Jun-2010 01:46 am (UTC)
ANGRY ANGST SEX.

I DEMAND IITTTTT.

i don't know why i never found sherlock holmes slash before a few weeks ago.
i don't know why i never found slash in the first place.

/I AM DISAPPOINT ... IN MYSELF

*clings to you and hopes you write more before I go to Germany aaahdgfkhsnb*
18th-Jun-2010 02:36 pm (UTC)
Hee! I think poor Holmes is too knackered for anything that strenuous.

I was never particularly interested in slash until these two...
18th-Jun-2010 04:40 pm (UTC)
brilliant!!!
20th-Jun-2010 11:49 am (UTC)
Thank you!
18th-Jun-2010 10:03 pm (UTC)
Oh my!!! I love your Mycroft and his and Holmes's conversation is fantastic and I can't believe you left us there at yet another cliff hanger!! AAAAAHHHH!!!!

Oh Watson, dithering at the door and then Holmes is going to wrench it open!

Both of them are in such anguish - I can't wait for the next chapter!

Thank you for sharing your writing with us!
20th-Jun-2010 11:50 am (UTC)
Thank you and you are very welcome!

Hee. Sorry about the cliffhanger. Well, sort of sorry. It was partly LJ's fault.
19th-Jun-2010 03:30 am (UTC)
Arggh! Another cliffhanger, darn it! At least he did manage to beat Watson home... I shudder to think of the alternative.

Your Mycroft is fabulous, and probably the only person alive who could out-logic Holmes so effectively. Their entire exchange was lovely, and deeply satisfying - of course Mycroft figured out the whole story based on a single careless remark and the tell-tale finger mark of anguish ;)

*camps out here to await the next chapter*
20th-Jun-2010 12:22 pm (UTC)
Sorry about the cliffhanger! Wouldn't have happened if Holmes hadn't needed such a lot of talking-to from Mycroft, so blame him!

I'm glad you liked the brothers' conversation and Mycroft's deductions! Thank you.
19th-Jun-2010 09:52 am (UTC)
I came over following schemingreader's rec and read right through the story last night and this morning. It is beautifully written - the plot, the characters, the details. The sort of gem that makes hanging out in fan space worthwhile. I will certainly be following the rest of the story.
20th-Jun-2010 12:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you -- that's a lovely compliment! I hope you'll enjoy the rest as I post it.
19th-Jun-2010 11:40 am (UTC)
NEVER.STOP.WRITING.THIS.

Even if it is forty years later and they are sitting staring at the walls in stark raving madness, NEVER STOP!
20th-Jun-2010 12:42 pm (UTC)
Heh. It sometimes feels like it's going to go on forever whether I like it or not! There are now... hmm, three or four main things that need to happen, but as the "go to Mycroft for a pep talk" thing took two sodding chapters, who even knows?!

Anyway, glad you're still on board! :D
21st-Jun-2010 12:56 am (UTC)
I was recommended this fic, and am IN AWE. You do indeed speak Victorian, and how! To follow everyone else, I love Mycroft fiercely; but really all of this story is absolutely marvellous. Am now joining the circle of your fans to wait for more!
24th-Jun-2010 10:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! French would be more useful, but Victorian has to be good for something! I'm really glad you're enjoying this.
21st-Jun-2010 11:17 pm (UTC)
I think it's a great cliff-hanger - bravo the combined powers of you and lj (but mostly you.) - I actually tensed at the last sentence.

I have nothing useful to say except, this is SO SO FANTASTIC!

Thank you again, for sharing your wonderful writing talent!
24th-Jun-2010 10:13 pm (UTC)
LJ and I appreciate your approval of our art! Thank you very much. And you are welcome, too.
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1st-Jul-2010 09:56 am (UTC)
Thank you! It was you who introduced me to the love of Mycroft Holmes! Now if I ever see anything that casts him in an even remotely unfavourable light I get all disgusted and "NO. SHUT UP. SLANDER!" Much as I will now never be able to see Watson as having any eye-colour other than blue.

I am so glad ACD gave Holmes a brilliant big brother, it is such a sweet dimension to the character - and bloody useful too. And the minute you posit "Holmes is gay" Mycroft just becomes even more awesome, because there's no way the Mycroft Doyle wrote wouldn't know, and then his obvious quiet affection for and acceptance of his brother looks all the more valuable and profound.
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