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May. 27th, 2012 09:01 pmSherlock has been spending more and more time dodging his brother in the last few weeks. Partly so he can practice magic—some things are noticeably easier in his own world, and he wants to find out which ones and why—and partly because he is not completely sure Mycroft wouldn't somehow notice his new knowledge.
Did Mycroft know? He can't have. It would make no sense. How would he have found out? Clearly Mother didn't want them to know, and a Holmes can keep secrets from a Holmes.
(He hasn't dared visit Mother, for that matter. He wouldn't have the first clue what to say.)
It is, of course, dangerous to wander the back streets of London so lost in thought that he hardly sees the street in front of him. He knows this. But he doesn't quite realize how preoccupied he really is until he spins around at a tiny noise from behind him to find a grinning vampire closing in for the kill.
"Damn," he says, blinking and stepping back. Can he actually outrun a vampire? He doesn't know. If he can, he probably shouldn't, because he'd have to lead it past a CCTV camera no matter which way he went and Mycroft would be ever so interested. That also rules out the use of any really spectacular magic. And he is not all that keen on letting the vampire bite him and seeing what the temperature of his blood—currently plummeting under stress—does to it. Which leaves... what?
Fighting back, he supposes. All right.
Did Mycroft know? He can't have. It would make no sense. How would he have found out? Clearly Mother didn't want them to know, and a Holmes can keep secrets from a Holmes.
(He hasn't dared visit Mother, for that matter. He wouldn't have the first clue what to say.)
It is, of course, dangerous to wander the back streets of London so lost in thought that he hardly sees the street in front of him. He knows this. But he doesn't quite realize how preoccupied he really is until he spins around at a tiny noise from behind him to find a grinning vampire closing in for the kill.
"Damn," he says, blinking and stepping back. Can he actually outrun a vampire? He doesn't know. If he can, he probably shouldn't, because he'd have to lead it past a CCTV camera no matter which way he went and Mycroft would be ever so interested. That also rules out the use of any really spectacular magic. And he is not all that keen on letting the vampire bite him and seeing what the temperature of his blood—currently plummeting under stress—does to it. Which leaves... what?
Fighting back, he supposes. All right.