Sherlock BBC Prompting Meme

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Prompting: Part XVI
Giggles at the Palace
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+Multiple fills are encouraged! :) Just because a prompt has already been claimed or written by someone, do not be afraid to offer up a second fill.

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Was it prompted before?

I saw several similar prompts, but never something directly about it. So:

Mycroft helps Sherlock to fake his own death after The Falls or The Pool, take your pick, to go after Moriarty.

Three years later Sherlock is back, just to find out that John, his BOYFRIEND JOHN, is now married to Mycroft. It was the other part of Mycroft's plan, of course, why else would he propose this ridiculous little hunt?


Re: Was it prompted before?

(Anonymous)
Oh this is just evil and fantastic and I love it! :D
And why am I thinking that this would lead to a M/J/S three-way relationship, why!

Re: Was it prompted before?

(Anonymous)
John discovers that Sherlock is alive. Remembers that he got brought closer to Mycroft because the man was always there for him when he was hurting over Sherlock's death.

Hurt and appalled, in love with Mycroft and still a little in love with Sherlock, he retreats into himself and lets his pain fester.

He overhears Sherlock yelling at Mycroft over it too.

And just doesn't know what to do.

..... ;_; Baw. That prompt shouldn't have broken my hard. How did you do that?

Re: Was it prompted before?

(Anonymous)
Umm... Am thinking of filling this (and writing it as we speak), but... is OP okay with a Sherlock/John/Mycroft threesome?

To quote classics: "OH GOD, YES". :D

I'm so glad you decided to fill this, Anon! I can't wait.

Re: OP here

(Anonymous)
Ooo! Good! I'm kinda having a bit much fun with it. :) First part should be up before too terribly long.

And I ADORE your icon here! It made me squee so hard!!


Mycroft says, "Barak, arefor." Is that the start of an Obama joke, Mycroft? Cause I'm always up for a good politician joke, even if I like the politician! But no guest stars, Mycroft! >.<

Re: Was it prompted before?

(Anonymous)
Not the OP, but... dear god, if there's S/J/M I will forever be happy! *__*

CAN'T WAIT TO READ!

Mycroft's Plan Part 1a/? - Warning: Incest

(Anonymous)
Mycroft totally hijacked my brain for this. I swear it was practically writing itself... XD I hope you like, OP! It's also promising to be long... Mycroft is enjoying himself a little much. ROFL XD

This only had a brief edit... I'll put it up on my journal later, if OP likes it, and edit it better then. So if you see something bad, point it out please? I find constructive criticism to be love. ^_^


Part 1

Mycroft Holmes had only ever loved two people in his life. Three if he were to count his mother, but he doubted mothers counted in this and so he never did. So then, there were only two people in the entire world capable of making his heart pound and his breath short. When he was with them, his palms became sweaty and his carefully cultivated calm demeanor broke into so many thousands of pieces. They also had a startling ability to quite regularly make his heart stop altogether with their antics and insane chases through the streets of London.

When the two men he had fallen in love with fell for one another, Mycroft found it both ironic and…very wet. He’d called in for maintenance to check the sprinkler system that day he first saw them kissing on the CCTV, and then he’d gone home to ponder how exactly one could feel both heartbreak and happiness for the same two people.

It got better as time went on. They were happy and as safe as their life allowed for them to be. They took good care of each other and, as anyone could see, they made the other better. How could anyone begrudge their beloveds anything which soothed their pain? And it wasn’t like Mycroft could step in and try to woo one of them away anyway. Even if he didn’t love them both madly, one of them was his own baby brother! Stealing from his brother or attempting to steal Sherlock himself might even make their indulgent mummy upset with Mycroft.

So Mycroft left them be and lived for the few meetings when he could simply be in their presence and pretend they cared for him as much as he cared for them. There was nothing else for him to do, no matter how much his heart protested. At least Mycroft had his work…

Now, though, now there was hope!

True, this was not an ideal situation. It never could be, not with the intense pain both Sherlock and John were currently in and would continue to suffer for the foreseeable future. But Mycroft was nothing if not a good strategist. He could give his loves what they needed and maybe in the process he could arrange for himself to receive what he needed?

Mycroft presented Sherlock with his plan as soon as he had awoken in his private hospital room, still in Switzerland.

His brother glared at him, nothing out of the ordinary there, and then glanced past him. A bright light of momentary panic lit in Sherlock’s eyes before he narrowed them at Mycroft.

“John,” Sherlock croaked, wasting no time getting at the heart of the matter. “Where is he? Did they—“

His voice broke at this point, though from fear or weakness Mycroft didn’t know.

“John’s perfectly fine,” Mycroft told him, moving swiftly into the room and letting the door swing shut behind him. He didn’t stop until he was standing over Sherlock’s bed, his eyes free to take in all of Sherlock’s injuries in detail. “You kept him safe by sending him back. Now you must ensure he remains safe.”



Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 1b/? - Warning: Incest

(Anonymous)
Oops... Forget to write Fill for part a... Sorry! XDD

It was amazing how hearing John was safe had eased the tension in Sherlock’s body and had softened his eyes. Sherlock had even sighed with relief, his head lolling back against the pillows for a brief moment as if he were breathing a prayer of thanks to a God Mycroft knew the other didn’t believe in. It was equally amazing how fast his head shot up when Mycroft mentioned the part about keeping John safe.

“What are you talking about?” Sherlock leveled a narrowed gaze on his brother, as though this could force the other to make sense. “He’ll be safe with me. I won’t let any of Moriarty’s men near him!”

“Like you didn’t at the Falls?”

Sherlock’s face froze, and then the anger drained away to leave his face white with shock.

“They were there? Back at the—“

“Yes, Sherlock. My men managed to round up five of Moriarty’s men before John arrived.” Mycroft paused, deliberately meeting Sherlock’s eyes. They were wide with stunned realization, and the fright and guilt of what could have happened chased away the usual disdain that tended to darken Sherlock’s eyes’ light beauty was non-existent just then. “John never knew they had been there, but it could have easily been worse. Much worse.”

Pale eyelids squeezed closed as Sherlock growled a vicious curse.

“I never should have sent him back! But it was me Moriarty was after! Me! Why would he—“

“To get at you, of course,” Mycroft told him softly, his heart clenching to see his beloved brother in the midst of such anguish. “His men will do the same if they also think as Moriarty did that John can be used against you.”

That intelligent stare that Mycroft so loved, had adored in so many different ways since the day Sherlock had been born, turned on Mycroft now, narrowing again even as his lips thinned.

“You’re suggesting I let everyone, that I let John, believe I’m dead.”

Mycroft found himself actually surprised at the flatness in that voice. The tone wasn’t emotionless by any means, but rather it was as if it had overloaded on emotion and was now incapable of carrying even the tiniest of inflections. This was not something he had ever expected from his baby brother. And, frankly, it made his heart twist painfully at the knowledge that his brother had never and most likely would never be so deep in love with him to suffer such a deep crisis so obviously.

“I will ensure he’s well taken care of while you finish off Moriarty’s organization. With your abilities and my help, it shouldn’t take too long now that Moriarty’s dead.” Mycroft fixed Sherlock with a stern look. “If John thinks you’re alive, it will just do him more harm than good, Sherlock. Alone, you can go anywhere you need to easily. If he knows you’re alive—“


Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 1c/? - Warning: Incest

(Anonymous)
“He’ll follow me straight into Hell,” Sherlock groaned, his eyes closing in defeat. “You will ensure he’s safe? That he can stay in 221B?”

“Of course,” Mycroft told him, struggling to keep the thrill of triumph from his voice. “He’s practically family. I will even ensure he finds a job that’s both suited to his skills and likely to keep him stimulated.”

Sherlock cracked open an eye to fix Mycroft with a hard glare. “And what do you want for helping me?”

“I’m doing this for John as well, Sherlock,” he answered sincerely, and allowed some of his hurt to leak into his tone. “And,” he paused, lifting his umbrella and inspecting its handle, “I want that organization cleaned out. I highly doubt they’ll find another criminal genius to lead them, but they may yet find someone competent. And competence with regards to crime can be just as infuriating as genius.”

Sherlock snorted and turned away to stare out the room’s small window, an aching sadness in every line of his features.

“Fine. Now go away. I’m supposed to be dead, remember?”

A tight, resigned smile pulled at a corner of Mycroft’s lips as he nodded. “As you wish. Don’t sulk too long, though. Remember, the sooner you take down their organization, the sooner you can go home to John.”

Sherlock’s only answer was to curl up petulantly on his side, just like he had as a small child. Mycroft smiled fondly at the memory and then turned away. He left the room, feeling guilty, hopeful, and energized all at once.

The plan wasn’t perfect or ideal, but if it worked, and Mycroft had no doubt it would, then he would end up with both his loves. Now that would be perfect and ideal and downright blissful.

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 1c/? - Warning: Incest

(Anonymous)
Oh Mycroft, your plan is both wonderfully evil and practical :D I can't wait to read more!

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 1c/? - Warning: Incest

Ooh, keep going with this! It's brilliant!

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 1c/? - Warning: Incest

(Anonymous)
Oh, I am very intrigued! I like what you have so far and look forward to more!

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 1c/? - Warning: Incest

(Anonymous)
Oh Mycroft, you wonderful romantic bastard. I love this fill! I like that we get the triumphant love story and angstfest rolled into one. Can't wait for John's turn. Good job!

Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2a/? - Warning: Incest

So LJ has something against anon for the moment... Ah well. Here's the second part anyway. I have it up on my dreamwidth for easier viewing too at <http://angelzash.dreamwidth.org/1840.html>. John was being a bit of a pain this time. Not that I blame him really, poor guy. But that's why this took a bit to get out. Hopefully Sherlock will be better in the next chapter. Anyway, this is edited, but not my best editing job, I'll admit it freely. Also, it's unbeta'd. Might need to find a beta for this... But if you see any problems or have any constructive criticism, let me know and I will love you forever. Hope you are still enjoying this, OP!

Sherlock’s funeral was a somber affair, but still far more populated than Mycroft had ever thought it would be. There was a veritable legion of people Sherlock had helped over the years; a good-sized representation of the Met, which included a surprisingly teary-eyed Sally Donovan and a grim-faced DI Lestrade; Mrs. Hudson whom it was discovered got on famously with Mummy Holmes; and of course Dr. John Watson.

John didn’t cry at the funeral, though he did seem to ignore just about everything around him. Even Mummy Holmes and Mrs. Hudson together couldn’t cajole more than a thank you out of him. When Mycroft finally approached him, John’s eyes were puffy and glazed over, as though he was shedding invisible tears. His mouth was set in a tight line that told Mycroft as much about his state of mind as the cane he’d resurrected since returning from the Reichenbach Falls. It was almost enough to make Mycroft give in and tell John the truth.

Mycroft comforted himself with the knowledge that they would all be happier in the end if this worked. And if he saw it wasn’t working, if John turned out to be absolutely miserable without Sherlock, Mycroft could always tell him the truth later.

“Dr. Watson,” Mycroft said, his voice as gentle as he could make it. He waited for the other man to focus on him. “I’ve taken care of everything with 221b Baker Street. You will have no need to worry about staying there.”

His lips twisting slightly, John nodded and blinked hard several times. “Thank you,” he croaked, tears just beneath the surface of his voice.

Happiness that he’d gotten a response from him fought for dominance over the worry for how grief-stricken his love was. Mycroft shoved them both ruthlessly aside and leaned forward on his umbrella.

“Now is not the time to be considering such things, but you’ll want a new job soon, I’m sure. Something to keep you and your mind active, I believe. When you are feeling better, call me. I might have just the thing.”

John’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Mycroft gave him a small smile of reassurance. “No spying involved this time, I’m afraid.” He sighed as if he considered this a very sad thing indeed and watched for John’s reaction. “Just something that would be suited to your skills and experience.”

Narrowed blue eyes regarded Mycroft for another few moments. “Why?”

Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2b/? - Warning: Incest

A new word! Should Mycroft consider this a victory? Probably not given how suspicious John looked, but somehow it felt like it was. It was still more response than anyone else had gotten.

“For my brother. And because…” Mycroft took a deep breath and steeled himself to admit to at least a small part of the truth, “I have grown fond of you over the years. I don’t want to you to waste away alone in a job that you wouldn’t enjoy.”

John studied him again, his gaze seeming to cut away at Mycroft’s secrets to reach his very core. And then he nodded, and Mycroft felt the air rush back into his lungs.

“Alright,” John croaked again. “I’ll…consider it. Later.”

Nodding, Mycroft tried to keep his smile from turning too triumphant. He glanced over to see his assistant (Was it Atalanta today?) standing in the doorway waiting for him. She always did have impeccable timing, even if Mycroft would have liked to stay a little longer with John.

Soon… Soon… He must be patient.

“I must be going now. I’ve a few important matters that cannot wait.”

John looked over at Atalanta and scowled. “But it’s your brother’s funeral!”

It was gratifying to hear the indignation replacing the grief in his voice. Mycroft only wished he could make the pain of this whole affair disappear so easily.

“Yes,” Mycroft sighed, injecting just the right amount of despondency into his voice. “But wars must be averted. I will talk to you later, Dr. Watson.”

John scowled a bit more, but nodded. Mycroft could feel his eyes on his back as he walked back to Atalanta, and if there was a bit more spring to his step than there had been, Mycroft figured he could write it off as overcompensation.
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Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2c/? - Warning: Incest

Mycroft didn’t have long to wait before John came in to see him. He’d expected there to be a delay of at least a few months, not the three weeks it actually ended up taking. By the look on John’s face, he was already having second thoughts however.

That just simply couldn’t be allowed. John might be addicted to adventure and danger, but he was neither a fool nor one to regret any decisions he made. If he left here now, and he was close to it if the way he was restlessly shifting and looking about was any indication, then Mycroft knew John would never be back.

Standing suddenly snapped John’s attention back to Mycroft, and Mycroft smiled reassuringly at him. Irritation prickled at him as John’s eyes darkened with suspicion at the sight of his smile. He wasn’t that much of a bastard, was he?

“How have you been doing,” Mycroft asked conversationally, despite knowing full well how John was. Even if he hadn’t had John’s every move watched and his therapist’s notes to tell him, the haggard appearance of his clothes as they hung from his frame practically screamed it.

He motioned for John to come with him as he passed where he sat and made his way to the door.

“Fine,” John told him, his tone uncertain. “I’m…fine. Excuse me, but what are—I mean where—I thought you wanted to talk to me about a job?”

“Of course, Dr. Watson.” Mycroft fell back to walk alongside John, allowing himself to enjoy the other man’s presence beside him for once. “But I do believe a working relationship, or any at all to be truthful, is one that should be begun with as much honesty as possible, don’t you?”

Mycroft gave John another smile. “So, how have you been doing then, Dr. Watson?”

John scowled at him, and Mycroft knew the other man was dragging up all his reserves of patience and will power to not growl at him. As it was, he gritted out, “I’m sure you know better than I do. You’ve probably read my therapist’s notes already.”

Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2d/? - Warning: Incest

“Ahh…” Mycroft nodded, smirking a bit. “She’s gotten better at hiding them from you, I see.” The sound of grinding teeth was unmistakable, and it made Mycroft wince in sympathy for John’s poor dentures. “I do believe the personal touch is best in matters such as this. And I like to think of us as practically family, so it should come as no surprise that I’m…concerned for your welfare.”

John’s eyes narrowed as he considered Mycroft for several moments. Finally, he nodded, seeming to melt under Mycroft’s scrutiny.

“I’m…not really ready to talk about how I am. I just… miss Sherlock,” John told him, sounding subdued and far more heartbroken than he’d probably meant to. “I see him everywhere in the flat. I changed the sheets and washed all the blankets, sprayed Febreeze over absolutely everything, but I can still smell him everywhere I go. And when I go out… Everything I see reminds me of him. I can’t do anything without thinking about him, wishing he was here…knowing it’s my fault—“

No!

The protest was barked before John’s statement had even finished registering. Mycroft cleared his throat and tried again.

“No. None of this was your fault,” Mycroft told him before pausing to give John a reassuring smile. It was harder than Mycroft thought it should be. He found himself truly distressed that John should blame himself for any of this, especially since it had been Mycroft’s plan to make him believe Sherlock was dead. “Sherlock sent you back to protect you. He honestly does—did love you. More than—More than anything or anyone else in his life.”

John frowned at Mycroft and Mycroft cleared his throat again. He had a feeling his hurt at not even being cared for as Sherlock’s brother had shown through loud and clear.

“He cared for you too,” John told him in a gentle voice that forced Mycroft to look away as he blinked hard against the sudden moisture in his eyes. Surely he wouldn’t have to have the entire building’s sprinkler system looked at, would he? “He might not have shown it, but he did care.”

Clearing his throat, Mycroft nodded before taking a deep steadying breath. He stopped just outside a door at the other end of the hall from his own office.

“Well, we’re to discuss your working here, with me, for the government, aren’t we?”

“Are we?” John blinked at him, seeming slightly taken aback at the stop and sudden change in topic. “Um… I mean, you never said. What the job was, I mean.”

“Ah. Yes,” Mycroft said, nodding as he realized he hadn’t. “Well, you’d be our… ah…”company” physician. Accompanying me and others, investigating certain matters in which your…various areas of expertise would be invaluable, and various other such duties.”

John blinked and stared at Mycroft for a moment, a look passing through his eyes that Mycroft wasn’t sure how to interpret for once. He licked his lips as he obviously considered Mycroft.

“You want me to work with you?” John’s voice was low and skirted the edge of dangerous.

Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2e/? - Warning: Incest


Mycroft kept his face impassive as he settled back on his heels and regarded John quietly for a moment. Perhaps what had attracted both him and Sherlock was the fact that John was not always easy to read. In fact, just now Mycroft was sure that John was angry about something, but he had no idea what. Was the idea of working with him so offensive? It couldn’t be working for the government that offended John, after all. He’d not only done that before, but he’d taken a bullet doing it.

“Yes. You would be working with me, quite often in fact,” Mycroft finally acceded. “Unless you would prefer not to?”

“What are you playing at, Mycroft?” John’s eyes snapped angrily in time to the snapping of his voice. It was a breath-taking enough sight that it actually nearly distracted Mycroft. He pulled himself firmly back in line, however, as John continued just as angrily. “Isn’t this taking sibling rivalry a bit far? Or are you simply trying to—to “care” for your dead brother’s widow? Because I’m not that desperate yet.”

Oh….yes, he was angry. Furious as only the newly grieving could be. Frustration, pain, and indignation all radiated from John even as he went unnaturally still. Ironically, this reaction only made Mycroft admire him more, even as he scrambled for a way to soothe John’s ruffled code of ethics.

“I’m not playing at anything,” Mycroft answered, allowing a frown to slip out. “I simply know you will need a job to keep yourself busy and…sane. Another position with a clinic would be fine, but you are special,” Mycroft emphasized the last word and paused to ensure the desired effect. “Not only were you able to stomach living and working with my brother, a hard man to get along with at the best of times, but you thrived under those conditions. After that, a clinic would bore you out of your mind and you’d be back to using your cane full time before the year was out.

“No, Doctor. This is not a pity position. I’m offering you this job because you are more than qualified for anything it might demand of you. I already know I can trust you, with my life if necessary, and… Yes, I have no wish to watch as my brother’s beloved falls apart needlessly.”

A flush had broken out over John’s skin, and he looked away as Mycroft finished speaking. John clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, reminding Mycroft of their first meeting together. He’d stood tall and proud then too, though that time it had been to defend a man he’d just met. This time it was only pride that stood in his way. Mycroft could only wait him out now.

It took a minute, during which time Mycroft felt his hopes for this plan to work sinking, but then John looked back at him, his gaze steady and sure.

“Alright,” John told him, still sounding wary. “I’ll hear you out. Tell me about this job and exactly what would be expected of me.”

Mycroft couldn’t have stopped the smile that spread over his face if his life had depended on it, but he did manage to keep it small somehow.

“Of course, Doctor. Behind you is the door to what would be your office, if you’d be so kind…?”

John turned and opened the door, leading the way into the small yet tasteful office. Mycroft had had it set up to be a room where John could see patients as well as work and he was glad to note the look of pleased acknowledgment on John’s face as he looked around. Shutting the door behind him, Mycroft settled into his role of reeling his love in with notably more satisfaction than he usually felt when he knew he had won.

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2e/? - Warning: Incest

Manipulative Mycroft is just so delightfully evil. Good for John for sensing that all is not what it seems!

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2e/? - Warning: Incest

Oh my! Oh my! I love this concept and I love what you are doing with it. Manipulative!Bastard!Mycroft is my favorite!

Re: Fill: Mycroft's Plan Part 2e/? - Warning: Incest

Ooh, yay! More!

LOVE manipulative!Mycroft.

Consoling the widow indeed...

This starts perfectly. I really like your writing and I can't wait to see more of this fic. I think that writing it from Mycroft's side is great decision on your part.

Aw, I just can't wait to read more. THANK YOU!

And I don't know if it was intentional, but you completely highjacked my heart with “John,” Sherlock croaked, wasting no time getting at the heart of the matter. “Where is he? Did they—“. :D


A!Anon Here

(Anonymous)
Thank you! I'm so glad you like it!

Mycroft really did hijack my brain. XD It's why this is in his POV. ROFL I'm glad you liked that sentence too! It was one of my faves as well. Didn't figure anybody else would love it as much though. :D

Re: Was it prompted before?

You BRILLIANT bastard.

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