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[bigbrotheriswatching]

Sherlock is half blown up, lying in a hospital bed with machines attached.

Mycroft moves purposefully down the hallway and into the room as soon as he hears, as soon as he can make it there.

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[fearfulhand]

There's a man sitting in the only chair available, and he glances up when Mycroft enters the room. His eyes are swollen and it's obvious he's been crying. His dress isn't anything particularly damning- a warm coat that he's neglected to take off once inside, a pair of black jeans, and shoes that, while cheap, were too unmarked to be anything but new.

He also had about twenty weapons concealed on various parts of his body.

Sebastian is not as good at fooling people as Jim.

"Who're you? I told the doctors, we don't want-"

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Mycroft spots fifteen of the weapons, and can surmise that there are probably more. He stops in the doorway, giving Sebastian an up and down look that's shockingly reminiscent of both Sherlock and Jim.

"I might ask you the same thing."

[fearfulhand]

"Family."

Gruffly. He slides his hands in his pockets, staring evenly at Mycroft. He knows what that look means, and he isn't afraid of it.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"My name is Mycroft Holmes."

He informs him, icily.

"You have three seconds to convince me not to disarm and kill you, officer."

[fearfulhand]

He blinks. Curses mentally. Wasn't informed about that.

Not that Jim ever told him everything anyway.

"Other than telling you that either of those things are next to impossible? Not a whole lot of convincing needed."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"If you have met my brother, which you obviously have, let me assure you that I am a great deal worse."

Steadily. But he moves to read Sherlock's chart in the mean time.

"Inform your boss that I require answers."

[fearfulhand]

"I'm not leaving."

Sternly.

"I don't care if you know my mother's maiden name by my pinky finger, your sort of logic doesn't scare me."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"I don't know your mother's maiden name. I don't know your name."

He informs him, not looking up.

"My logic isn't what should frighten you."

[fearfulhand]

He shakes his head, taking a step toward him.

"I've got orders not to let anyone linger in this room. I'm afraid you're lingering."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"If you try to come between my little brother and I at this particular moment, I'm honestly not sure how I shall react."

He informs him. Fair warning.

[fearfulhand]

A deep breath. He curses.

"Brother. Well. Can't disobey orders, I'm afraid. I've known more than one man who'd disconnect his brother's life support."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Go ahead, then."

Turning to face him.

"Try me. Or else, phone James and get his permission to leave me, if you don't care for a dislocated shoulder."

[fearfulhand]

He frowns.

"You don't-"

And his phone vibrates in his pocket, and Sebastian curses, taking a step back and fishing it out, never taking his eyes off of Mycroft. He only shifts his gaze for a split second to read the text, before taking a step back and putting his phone away.

"...'m afraid there's been a bit of a misunderstanding, mister Holmes."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"I won't hold it against you."

He informs him, utterly mildly, where Sherlock or Jim might take the opportunity to mock furiously for being ordinary.

"Who in the family were you pretending to be?"

[fearfulhand]

He scoffs a laugh, lifting up the eyedrops from his pocket and setting them down on the small table.

"Cousin. I've got papers."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Very well."

Brushing Sherlock's curls back off his face.

"You needn't concern yourself for much longer."

[fearfulhand]

"Hopefully not," he grumbles, moving to sit back down.

"Been sitting here for hours already. Boring. Wish you were an assassin, really."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Give me your version of what happened."

He orders, lifting the blanket up to assess the worse of the damage personally.

[fearfulhand]

He tenses up, despite the text telling him to stand down.

"I don't take orders from you."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Then consider it a request, if you wish."

It isn't one.

[fearfulhand]

"One which I politely decline."

His eyes are slightly narrowed.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"I urge you to reconsider."

He murmurs, staring him right in the eye.

"He is my family."

[fearfulhand]

"I'm not one of your secret service."

Levelly.

"I don't talk about my boss unless he tells me to."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"In that case, please excuse this call."

Pulling his phone out, since neither of them is going to leave, obviously.

[fearfulhand]

Sebastian sits back for a moment, before pulling his phone out again and beginning a furious text to Jim.