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sherlock60Rating: PG
Character(s): Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes
Summary: Mycroft offers some unexpected advice.
Warnings: Tangential spoilers for GREE.
Word Count: 60, plus two quotes from the story itself, in italics. Plus an extended-play version. It's just that time of year, I guess.
Author's Notes: 60 words of my own inspired by one of the canon stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
GREE – Afterwards Proved Correct
“You keep too much from him.”
Mycroft’s words startled me. “I tell him enough.”
His far-seeing eyes caught and held my own. “No, you don’t. His devotion to you is clear, but if you continue to keep important matters hidden from him, you will lose him one day –to mischance, to treachery, or to one who better rewards his trust.”
Extended Play version – 221(b)
“You keep too much from him.”
While I had imagined any number of observations from Mycroft after introducing Watson to my brother, this was not one I had anticipated. “I tell him what he needs to know.”
His far-seeing eyes caught and held my own. “No. You tell him only what you deem suitable or convenient for him to know. His devotion to you is clear, as is yours to him. But I tell you now, Sherlock, if you continue to keep important matters hidden from him, in specific cases or in your general work, you will lose him one day – either to mischance, to treachery, or to one who better rewards his trust.”
I bristled at his words. “I am more careful than that.”
If anything, Mycroft’s expression grew even graver. “You misunderstand me. I know that you care. It is for that very reason that you are too careful of him, and yet not careful enough with him. I do not doubt that you act and decide with his best interests at heart. But you would do far better to conceal less, and trust his judgment and attachment more.”
He made it sound so simple. It wasn’t, and never had been. “I know what I’m doing, Mycroft.”
My brother shook his head. “You had better hope so, my boy.”
