Something really strange had just happened, John gathered as much. He was, however, not sure about what. But Sherlock had mentioned the Iliad. And the rainbow - Iris? - had called Sherlock Ares. And talked about Zeus.
John reluctantly opened his laptop. Some research seemed to be necessary.
When John's phone rang five minutes later, he was even more confused than before.
"Learning about greek mythology, Doctor Watson? What a fascinating subject."
John couldn't really bring himself to be surprised by the fact that Mycroft apparently knew all about his internet activity. "Good afternoon to you too, Mycroft."
"I suppose you have learned about my brother's... identity," said Mycroft. "I do hope you won't leave him because of it. It's hardly his fault, you know."
"Can't choose your parents," John agreed, deciding that this was not the time to obsess over the fact that he and Sherlock were just friends and flatmates, thank you very much. "Wait - if he's Ares, and you are his brother - who exactly are you?"
"I did warn you, you know," said Mycroft, completely ignoring John's question. "When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield. Hard not to, when you have the god of war for a companion."
"Right," said John before he realised that Mycroft was no longer on the phone. "Right."
Re: Fill: Sherlock is a god 2/?
Something really strange had just happened, John gathered as much. He was, however, not sure about what. But Sherlock had mentioned the Iliad. And the rainbow - Iris? - had called Sherlock Ares. And talked about Zeus.
John reluctantly opened his laptop. Some research seemed to be necessary.
When John's phone rang five minutes later, he was even more confused than before.
"Learning about greek mythology, Doctor Watson? What a fascinating subject."
John couldn't really bring himself to be surprised by the fact that Mycroft apparently knew all about his internet activity. "Good afternoon to you too, Mycroft."
"I suppose you have learned about my brother's... identity," said Mycroft. "I do hope you won't leave him because of it. It's hardly his fault, you know."
"Can't choose your parents," John agreed, deciding that this was not the time to obsess over the fact that he and Sherlock were just friends and flatmates, thank you very much. "Wait - if he's Ares, and you are his brother - who exactly are you?"
"I did warn you, you know," said Mycroft, completely ignoring John's question. "When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield. Hard not to, when you have the god of war for a companion."
"Right," said John before he realised that Mycroft was no longer on the phone. "Right."