---- Disregard that last post. I'm just going to post it her as well as A03. I meant to say that I'm going to try to clean it up and expand certain parts when I de anon so it flows better.
I overslept so my brain isn't working on full output.
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Mycroft, briefed and sworn to secrecy, arrived at his home for a final time. The bandages were to fool his parents since a majority of the people from the Baskerville experiment ended up in critical condition or worse.
Sherlock, hovering near the door, approached him covered in a few wrappings as well as a cut on his nose. Superficial considering the catastrophe.
Those gray eyes took him in and Mycroft saw the open end emotions pouring from them; how Sherlock's face fell. How his brother's pupil colors changed so rapidly that it almost gave the ginger haired man a headache.
They finally settled on a passive green; lifeless of any emotions. Mycroft watched as his brother's heart started to close its way off and he barely greeted his brother before parting.
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John blinked near the end of the tale; trying to register Sherlock's powers in his mind as well as everything Mycroft told him. 'That would explain why their relationship is so bad.' "His ability is to change the probability of anything?"
"Yes. If Sherlock wanted to he could make you the wealthiest and the most powerful man in the world Mr. Watson. If he had the desire he could ruin anyone's life, or even the whole nation's lives."
"I'm surprised SHIELD or the government didn't keep him isolated." He glanced at Mycroft, for the first time having a sort of respect for the man. Despite constantly spying on them, manipulating other people, and using folks as pawns he cared deeply for his brother enough to make sure the man didn't end up being seized or turned into a government experiment.
"They tried in the past, unfortunately, which didn't result in the best." Mycroft tried not to recall the time that Sherlock endeavor towards recreational uses and drugs in a desperate means to calm his inner turmoil. The government nipped it in the bud quickly; 'attempting' to detox and keep him confined, which was the worse solution possible.
Mycroft didn't enjoy the person that went over his power and ignored his best wishes; complaining about 'sentiment misguiding him and a threat' and put him in a separate section of restriction himself. The man preached to the higher ups about Mycroft's ability and his mental judgement and tried to get him dismissed so he would claim his job.
The end result ended up being a good part of the mutant/hero research facility demolished. Sherlock, bored and in the throes of hallucinations, powers fluctuated out of place. Random liquids, women being caught from infidelities, to making a poor orderly break down in a mental break down and quit.
Of course the ginger haired male also had a part in it as well, the first time he enjoyed being in rage; destroying his cell and pretty much thousands of pounds in equipment. They may have tighten his pseudo leash but he remain in power despite of it. To have something (himself) join them rather than fight against it.
"Regardless it is with great urgency that we catch up to my brother." Mycroft sat up from the sofa; umbrella and suitcase in hand. John joined him at a much quicker pace; making sure he had his coat and gun with him before he headed towards the doorway.
"Do you have any idea where he could have gone to?"
Mycroft tried to feign aloofness but he had an inkling. The problem is he had no idea what he would find when they reached there.
Wrath of the machines 12/?
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Disregard that last post. I'm just going to post it her as well as A03. I meant to say that I'm going to try to clean it up and expand certain parts when I de anon so it flows better.
I overslept so my brain isn't working on full output.
----
Mycroft, briefed and sworn to secrecy, arrived at his home for a final time. The bandages were to fool his parents since a majority of the people from the Baskerville experiment ended up in critical condition or worse.
Sherlock, hovering near the door, approached him covered in a few wrappings as well as a cut on his nose. Superficial considering the catastrophe.
Those gray eyes took him in and Mycroft saw the open end emotions pouring from them; how Sherlock's face fell. How his brother's pupil colors changed so rapidly that it almost gave the ginger haired man a headache.
They finally settled on a passive green; lifeless of any emotions. Mycroft watched as his brother's heart started to close its way off and he barely greeted his brother before parting.
----
John blinked near the end of the tale; trying to register Sherlock's powers in his mind as well as everything Mycroft told him. 'That would explain why their relationship is so bad.' "His ability is to change the probability of anything?"
"Yes. If Sherlock wanted to he could make you the wealthiest and the most powerful man in the world Mr. Watson. If he had the desire he could ruin anyone's life, or even the whole nation's lives."
"I'm surprised SHIELD or the government didn't keep him isolated." He glanced at Mycroft, for the first time having a sort of respect for the man. Despite constantly spying on them, manipulating other people, and using folks as pawns he cared deeply for his brother enough to make sure the man didn't end up being seized or turned into a government experiment.
"They tried in the past, unfortunately, which didn't result in the best." Mycroft tried not to recall the time that Sherlock endeavor towards recreational uses and drugs in a desperate means to calm his inner turmoil. The government nipped it in the bud quickly; 'attempting' to detox and keep him confined, which was the worse solution possible.
Mycroft didn't enjoy the person that went over his power and ignored his best wishes; complaining about 'sentiment misguiding him and a threat' and put him in a separate section of restriction himself. The man preached to the higher ups about Mycroft's ability and his mental judgement and tried to get him dismissed so he would claim his job.
The end result ended up being a good part of the mutant/hero research facility demolished. Sherlock, bored and in the throes of hallucinations, powers fluctuated out of place. Random liquids, women being caught from infidelities, to making a poor orderly break down in a mental break down and quit.
Of course the ginger haired male also had a part in it as well, the first time he enjoyed being in rage; destroying his cell and pretty much thousands of pounds in equipment. They may have tighten his pseudo leash but he remain in power despite of it. To have something (himself) join them rather than fight against it.
"Regardless it is with great urgency that we catch up to my brother." Mycroft sat up from the sofa; umbrella and suitcase in hand. John joined him at a much quicker pace; making sure he had his coat and gun with him before he headed towards the doorway.
"Do you have any idea where he could have gone to?"
Mycroft tried to feign aloofness but he had an inkling. The problem is he had no idea what he would find when they reached there.