I’m still not over the fact that, even in his mind palace, when Mary takes John away:
Sherlock knows that Lestrade and Mycroft will stay:
And Lestrade will get into it with him, get his hands dirty, work just as hard as he is:
And Mycroft will shine a light on everything:
Because at the end of the day, while he wants John Watson, needs him. These two have always had his back and always will:
this is the truest thing ive ever read in my life. In series 4 i want to see flashbacks of pre-john sherlock with greg as well. How did they first meet? how did he end up solving crimes for the met?
Imagine Greg pulling junkie sherlock into a jail cell thinking nothing of him until he starts spouting out these insane deductions about the other guy in the cell and after Greg pulls him out of there again before hes fucking killed he realises that Sherlocks basically just solved gregs case. and thus begins the progress of trying to get sherlock clean and keep him out of prison by providing him with an outlet while mycroft provides all his suits and helps him put down a deposit on a nice flat and i just, wow. yeah.
HOLD THE PHONE
nothing in your head, not even if you’re sherlock, is untainted on some level by your thoughts and feelings.
so does that mean
sherlock sees absolutely everything mycroft does as a loving, brotherly gesture? in the scene where sherlock ‘wakes up’ mycroft is all concern
he doesn’t seem to be pissed at all that sherlock is on drugs (unlike john) he even says he isn’t angry at all
after which, he says that he loved sherlock and spouted all kinds of tender love for his little brother.
so does this mean sherlock sees straight through his brother’s harshness?
or does he just want to hear that from his brother?
“Write a list,” Mycroft says, firmly…
… well, no, that isn’t strictly true- Sherlock can hear his voice catching on the words, all shaky and unsure and wrong wrong wrong, so he pretends otherwise. And God, he must smell awful as he convulses and hides his face, he doesn’t want Mycroft to see this, please not–
But a list. A list he can do. And the sound of the pen scratching on the notebook Mycroft silently passes to him is a blessed distraction.
But then. What happens next is pure hell. Mycroft takes the list from him, and he makes a terrible choking sound that Sherlock never would have thought he would be capable of making. Perhaps he is suffocating. Perhaps he is dying.
Sherlock raises his head to see that Mycroft is crying. Honest, wrecked, shoulders shaking, crying. “You’re going to kill yourself,” Mycroft whispers. “Oh God, oh my God-”
“Mycroft-”
“N-no. No, Sherlock. You need to listen. I’m here. I’ll always be here. And, I’m not angry. I’m-”
He breaks off and Sherlock closes his eyes. He can hear Mycroft swallowing back more tears.
“I just want you to tell me the truth,” Mycroft says. “Please, Sherlock. I can only help you if you give me that. Write a list, every time.”
And Sherlock does.
I AM ENDED
It all comes from the right place with Mycroft, because he doesn’t want Sherlock to just be a rogue agent, but obviously finds the fact that Sherlock is a private detective quite embarrassing. With a brain like Sherlock’s he should be working for him. That’s where it comes from.
Yes! What I thought. Mycroft loves his little brother but knows that he’d be safer under direction. His direction.
Not that I’m agreeing with Mycroft but can you see love and logic is what motivates him? Sherlock had Mycroft. Mycroft had no one.
(via centaurlips)