It's not true, what they say, that Mycroft Holmes doesn't feel. He's been feeling quite a lot these days. Humility, fury, concern, and, most cripplingly, guilt. Sherlock hasn't cried- not yet, but he hasn't spoken since his return. No one has outright said it to him, but Mycroft can hear what they're thinking, can ~feel it~, in their stares: It's his fault.  He's the reason Moriarty got to Sherlock, after all. He'd let him out, after telling Moriarty all sorts of private information about his younger brother. Sherlock has refused to see a doctor-Mycroft allowing him this right, least he could do, really- but it was pretty obvious to the elder Holmes brother what had happened.  Sherlock had a bit of limp, there were rope-burns on his wrists, teeth marks on his neck (most likely from Moriarty getting overwhelmed).   Bruises, in the shape of fingers, on his cheek (someone- ~Moriarty~ covering his mouth;  attempting to delude  himself into thinking that this, what he was doing, was consensual, that his feelings were reciprocated.) 





*please note that the story absolutely does not have to include this (I am painfully aware of how shitty a writer I am) this is just my way of saying what I want from this (to elaborate : Moriarty's obsession with Sherlock leads to rape, and Mycroft is guilty because he LET Jim out an Jim used what Mycroft told him about Sherlock to make the experience more 'intimate' )

** Bonus if Sherlock was a virgin
*** Extra bonus if Moriarty is so deluded that he thinks Sherlock's struggles are just a game, that Sherlock loves him back.
**** Extra extra bonus if Moriarty refers to it as "making love"