"Are you Mycroft Holmes?", it was obvious to him that there was an elderly black woman on the other end of the line. She sounded about fifty years old, although the voice of a human was something very tricky. He had always preferred deduction people with his eyes, rather with his ears.
Only two seconds had passed. "Yes, good morning. How can I help you?" It was weird, that someone actually called him. Of course, a lot of people called all day, but only to talk to one of the higher positioned guys in that part of the office. Sherlock had called it his government job thing. It was so much more than that.
After both of their parents had died in an accident, when they were rather young, Mycroft took over as the family patriarch. Mycroft was seventeen at that time, which made Sherlock only twelve. It was a traumatic year. Though, their parents left them a small fortune. Neither he nor Sherlock really loved spending time with their family so the idea of moving in with any relevant didn't really please him. Of course, both of them had loved their parents more than they would had admitted. And now, four years after their parents deaths, all they had was each other anyways. And although they annoyed each other and weren't really open hearted at every point, they depended on each other and loved the other one genuinely.
The years Mycroft turned eighteen, he decided a fresh start would be the best. Of course, they could have just moved to another town or a different region of England, but Mycroft wanted to really pull this through, so they moved to the United States. And honestly, they had the money, so. But if they had the money, why would they move to Kansas, you may ask. Mycroft wouldn't be able to tell you. It was all Sherlock's decision. He let him choose, after ripping him out of his social life and hometown, that's the least he could have done. It was more the hometown than social life thing.
Mycroft never understood why he had chosen Kansas, more specific Lawrence, Kansas. Though he was thankful he did so. While Sherlock had probably picked this city, because of the university, it turned out to be the perfect place to do, what he had wanted to do, since his parents deaths. He wanted to bring him to justice. The guy that was responsible for it.
It had been a car crash Mr. and Mrs. Holmes died in. They were driving home late at night, not knowing a fully drunk politician would straight up frontally crash them. Mycroft remembered every word of the phone call. Every word in court, when the politician was able to pay himself out of it. And he remembered every word of the oath he made to get this guy. After fighting and losing as a teenager in the United Kingdom, he started working for the American government, fourteen days after the got there. He wanted to climb higher and higher, till he would be able to bring justice to his parent's death.
Another three seconds have passed, "It's about your brother."
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( so this shit is deep. i don't know how this happened, but mycroft is now having a hard time. i just should have made him a happy gay. damn. well now it's too late. blunk, i beg you to keep sherlock safe. thanks. yeah, so we have this hero fighting for justice and his brother princess diana. enjoy. )
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