The Science of Deduction

Despair. Mycroft|Sherlock

Mycroft made his way back to his flat, calling his sister on the way. He needed her, even if she wouldn’t be the best to discuss relationship problems with. He’d almost laughed when Greg had threaten to bring Sherlock to make sure his things were gone. Truth was, no matter how much they fought, they’d still pick each other over any friends. He sank down on the couch, only moving to answer Sherlock’s text. He didn’t notice when the tears started streaming down his face.

Sherlock had pounded on the door of the bakery until the door was answered. The man looked grouchy, but she didn’t care enough to listen. She shoved a twenty pound note into his hand, then walked to the display and took a cooling cake in silence. He was annoyed, but she didn’t give a damn as she brushed past him and out the door. She climbed back in the car, balancing the cake on her skinny legs in yet more silence.

When she arrived, she opened the unlocked door and let herself in. He was sitting on the couch, and… He already looked a mess. Her first action was to set the cake on the coffee table, and the second was to flop next to him and wrap her arms around him. “Git,” she said softly, squeezing him. “What’d you do this time?”

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“I must agree with you about Romeo and Juliet.” He hid his smile, knowing she’d watching it again for Mercutio and Tybalt even if she hated the plot. She’d never been fond of the story. They had had many debates about literature before things became strain between them and he had no intention of getting into one now.

“It’s a silly story about teenagers and their libido.” She scowled slightly, staring at the screen cheerfully despite her expression. “But… Whatever. I’m much more interested in this, for the moment.” Her scowl softened instantly, and turned into something of a smile. “I like Ewan’s singing voice.”

“Hmm, he is very good, very expressive. I adore ‘El Tango de Roxanne’” He grinned, leaning back further. They each had their own copies of the soundtrack and both were well versed in the songs. It was one of the things they could still talk about civilly .

“That’s because ‘El Tango de Roxanne’ is a beautifully arranged and choreographed piece.” She chuckled, draping her legs over his and tucking in under his arm. “I still don’t understand how Christian didn’t die, though. Or at least start showing some symptoms. It’s nonsensical, really.”

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