All Fun and Games

A Strange Kindness

Stalking into his flat, and accidentally startling Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock growled at Mycroft's incompetence. While he may act as if he was the wiser, older, more responsible brother, he really was no more than an immense hypocrite.

"Caring is not an advantage, brother dear" Sherlock mimicked in a high approximation of his brother's nasally, upper class, voice growling on the last word," Don't go caring for that John fellow! It's okay that I can remove myself from everyone else and look down upon you for trying to be human when it turns out my biggest weakness is my 'illogical little brother'." Angrily pacing around the flat, he finally settled down on his couch, stepling his hands to think.

Mrs. Hudson busied herself with the flowers resting on the table in a pot, a disapproving glare unfamiliar on her face. A shake of the head in disapproval towards his general direction followed by the small tut tut was all the punishment he got however.

"Now you don't start on saying that Mycroft's only doing this out of the sentiment he holds for myself, however minuscule and buried deep it is, and only wants what's best for me and will use his power to always get me out of trouble again and again. Don't give me that sympathetic look either, it's quite out of place and extensively distracting." Sherlock spat, his hackles raised by the affections from his older brother. How crude of Mycroft to do this, he might tell others that it was all out of plan to defend London, but the harsh reality was that Mycroft still clung to a the unattainable hope he and Sherlock would be closer again. Not in a million years would that happen and Sherlock was there to make sure it never happened.

He was useful in many circumstances, though. The Fall wouldn't have been as flawless without some help from Mycroft, or funding for anything in that manner. Save that and a few other occurrences , maybe, he was of little concern to Sherlock. Their relationship as siblings was from the outside a simple, usual sort of one, yet deeper in was layers built upon layers of regret and abandonment over the course of their mysterious lifetimes.

Shaking off the memories like a thin coat, Sherlock flopped down into his chair with his usual flare of drama and rapidly started to process what to do. His greatest enemy, even above Mycroft, had also faked his death that terrible day on that rooftop. How though? He had been right in his face, felt the spider's pulse which had been eerily slow. Slow, slow, SLOW!

"SLOW! That's it!" Sherlock exclaimed in pure excitement, making Mrs. Hudson jump again. Disregarding her reaction he sunk back into thought, pushing away the emotion of the moment and preparing himself to re-enter the memory, an experience he tried to avoid as much as he possibly could. The day had been too full of feeling to revisit unless under dire need, as which it was now called forth warily.

The sky was a grey carpet riddled with holes of sunshine reaching down to cold London like pillars in a cathedral. It seemed to be preparing itself to weep for the fallen detective, as he knew would soon come true. A ghastly melody floated across the rooftop, cutting through the London noise like a scalpel through flesh.

'Staying alive staying alive ah ah ah ah staying alive.' Cringing at the harsh sound of the music Sherlock stepped into the glaring sunlight leaking through the cloud blanket and into view of the one and only consulting criminal. A cruel smile danced across his features as Moriarty registered his presence. From then on everything was a blur of emotion right up until Sherlock refocused on one particular moment in the memory, the spider's final speech.

"You talk big," the taunting scottish voice drawled in an extensively bored and skeptical tone," Nah, you're ordinary. You're on the side of the angels."

Heart pounding, Sherlock thought a moment before responding,"I may be on the side of the angels," He knew what he was admitting, and poured out all the venom he could muster into the words," But don't think for one second that I'm one of them."