Where Voices Speak Out

Character: Mycroft Holmes (BBC)
Word Count 187
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them, nor do I profit.  This work is for amusement only.

That Mycroft Holmes, they murmured and tittered, so charming.  Such a nice boy! And so clever. He’ll go far, I shouldn’t be surprised if he became PM someday, what with the Holmes connexions – oh, didn’t you know? Violet’s mother is from an old French family, loads of money, isn’t that just lovely? He’s sure to succeed, with a family like that.

His father and he came to an agreement in Mycroft’s early teens.  Mycroft would be useful and preserve the family name by whatever means necessary.  Siger made himself utterly clear, and Mycroft’s terms in return were just as clear as the purest artic ice.

Only Sherlock realized the truth, only Sherlock saw the ice.  How could he miss it? He was fire and wind.

Mycroft was made of ice and none of them realized it in the drawingroom nor at Eton nor at Oxford nor in his internships in Civil Service nor when he became the British Government’s (consulting, and very unacknowledged) head.

None of them realized, and he poured himself another tumbler full of burning Scotch. All they saw was a charming, intelligent, self-possessed man.