for Mycroft

[sharpshooting]

Two days in, and John was still having a difficult time processing that he wasn't going round the twist. He really was in space, and Sherlock was really alive-- not the way John had spent half a year wishing, mad dreams of discovering his friend had faked his death and had been in hiding the whole time, but whisked away out of his life long before Moriarty's performance with the crown jewels.

Nothing made sense anymore. John would learn to live with it, but it was going to be hard for a while. And it certainly wouldn't be made easier by this: looking up to find Mycroft Holmes walking calmly through the transport hub where John sat playing a level of this Minotaur game on his phone.

He hoped Mycroft wouldn't stop, but of course he did, sending an unpleasant jolt through him at the sight of the familiar smug smile. He let his hand holding the phone drop to his lap and just stared, expressionless, willing Mycroft to back down.

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[the_iceman]

Mycroft had heard that Dr. Watson had made an appereance aboard, but he had not actively sought the man out. He wasn't one for welcoming parties, or indeed, welcoming anything. It was a small enough population; they would meet eventually.

Today seemed to be that day and Mycroft decided a greeting would be in order. And, because Sherlock had begun to keep a phial of drugs on his person at all times, he might need to have a little talk with the man.

The ice-cold look the doctor was giving him, did not go unnoticed. "Doctor. Good to see you aboard this ship," he greeted.