Marlin's Sword [A Mycroft Holmes Fanfiction]

A Scandal in Belgravia

In the gloomy swimming pool, Sherlock stood, pointing a gun at the bomb jacket on the floor as Moriarty, Meredith, and John looked on. The laser sights still played at Sherlock, Meredith, and John's chests. As they anxiously waited a song started playing. Staying Alive. Sherlock glanced around for the source of the music as Moriarty closed his eyes and sighed, 'Do you mind if I get that?' he asked.

Sherlock shrugged, 'No, please. You've got the rest of your life' he said.

Moriarty answered his phone irritatedly, 'Hello? Yes, of course, it is. What do you want?' he asked before looking at Sherlock and mouthing, 'Sorry'.

Sherlock shook his head, 'It's fine' he mouthed back.

Moriarty turned around as he listened to the caller, 'SAY THAT AGAIN!' he yelled and turned back to Sherlock. 'Say that again, and know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will skin you. Wait' he warned and lowered his phone, stepping closer to the bomb jacket. 'Sorry, wrong day to die' he told Sherlock.

Sherlock nodded, 'Oh... Did you get a better offer?' he asked.

Moriarty looked at his phone then back up at Sherlock, 'You'll be hearing from me, Sherlock. Bye, Mer' he said and walked away. Moriarty brought the phone to his ear as he walked away, 'So, if you have what you say you have, I'll make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes' he told the caller and clicked his fingers as he went through the door and the laser sights disappeared.

Sherlock looked around cautiously. John breathed heavily, 'What happened there?' he asked.

Meredith breathed and shook her head, 'I don't know' she said.

Sherlock looked away in thought, 'Someone changed his mind. The question is... who'.

.......

At Baker Street, Meredith stood by an empty client chair, Mycroft was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, while a pondering Sherlock and John face one another in their usual armchairs. Mrs. Hudson looked on from the doorway, 'You have to sit in the chair' she said and Meredith turned to her, 'They won't talk to you unless you sit in the chair, it's the rules' she said.

Mycroft frowned, 'She's not a client' he told her.

Sherlock cocked his head, 'Then get out' he said.

John looked up, tapping his pen on the arm of his armchair. Meredith gestured to Mycroft to calm down and sat down in the client chair.

Mycroft looked at Mrs. Hudson who was still standing at the door, 'She's not going to stay there, is she?' he asked Sherlock.

Sherlock pursed his lips and signaled Mrs. Hudson to leave.

Mrs. Hudson nodded, 'Would you like a cup of tea?' she asked.

Meredith politely shook her head, 'No, thank you' she said.

Mrs. Hudson gently placed a comforting hand on Meredith's shoulder, 'Well, the kettle is over there, if you want some' she said and left.

Meredith looked at Sherlock and John and exhaled, 'So, what happens now? Are you going to make deductions?' she asked. 

Sherlock looked at her, 'You're going to tell the truth, Meredith, pure and simple' he told her.

Meredith scoffed, 'Truth is rarely pure and never simple- Oscar Wilde' she said.

Sherlock shrugged indifferently, 'So, there were two of you. You and Moriarty' he said.

Meredith shook her head gingerly, 'No, not Moriarty. Jamie. James Adam Bellinger, my brother' she swallowed.

John cleared his throat and opened his notebook, 'So there were two Bellinger kids. What was the age gap?' he asked and started writing.