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Of Fortune (BBC Sherlock, Sherlock + Mycroft)

Still a part of Blood and Water, a masterlist of which is contained here.

Title: Of Fortune
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft
Rating: G
Summary: Mycroft gives a lesson about fortune cookies.
Note: Written for deliraina—hope you had a very happy birthday! And many thanks to krazykoodles for beta reading/Britpicking. :)


Sherlock never went to West End to see a play for the play itself. In most cases, he tagged along with Mummy or Mycroft in attendance because he could not be trusted to be left at home, even with Mrs. Livingston watching him. (At the age of thirteen, he was, all things considered, the terrible two multiplied by six and a half.) He didn't really mind the whole theatre thing, though, because it was a prime opportunity to watch all different sorts of people and their secrets.

It was a wonderfully absorbing game, if somewhat socially inconvenient. Mummy would never hear of how the stately old lady in the upstairs box was wearing a fake heirloom emerald brooch, but at least Mycroft would. Sometimes his elder brother would even discuss the merits of his observations with him, leading Sherlock to question just how much time Mycroft actually did spend watching the play itself.

"Enough," was always the answer, said in a tone that was difficult to argue with.

Those conversations would take place in one of Mycroft's favourite restaurants in Chinatown, right off Leicester Square, because Sherlock always got hungry after a good round of people-watching at night. Sherlock didn't tell on his brother for eating his share of the dessert because 1) Mycroft was paying, and 2) he preferred the fortune cookies to rice pudding, so it really worked out for both parties involved. Sherlock enjoyed the crunchy texture of those cookies, the way they smashed against his teeth. And there were the little slips, the fortune sayings, like the one he was playing with at this moment.

"Your great attention to detail is both a blessing and a curse," he pronounced, eying the paper suspiciously. "Mycroft, don't tell me there are people who actually believe in this rubbish. Surely there must be limits to mass idiocy."

"Sherlock," Mycroft reached for the second serving of rice pudding. "Remember what Mummy said. No talking while you're chewing food in your mouth."

He grinned unrepentantly but finished chewing all the same, twirling the cheap little sliver of paper around his fingers. Mycroft was silent. A huge portrait of some Chinese man looked down on them from the otherwise sparse wall with a benevolent half-smile.

"The fellow doesn't look the restaurant type," said Sherlock.

"That's because he's not," Mycroft replied, raising a finger. "You are gazing upon the austere visage of none other than Chairman Mao Tse-tung, the first leader of Red China."

"Oh," he said, losing all interest. "I suppose they'll try to make me to remember all that in Winchester come September."

Mycroft gave him a look: "I find a certain degree of cultural knowledge to be exceedingly useful."

But of course Mycroft would. His brother was always the patient one who approached people, who didn't mind waiting for them, listening to them. Sherlock couldn't do it and in a way he was glad he didn't have to. He knew Mycroft did. Father had seen to that.

Something akin to sullenness must have shown up on his face, because Mycroft suddenly smiled and crooked his head slightly. In the next moment he produced a fountain pen and a small paper pad from his pockets, and then wrote something down in Winchester-trained Copperplate.

Sherlock, what do you make of that man in gray by the far side window?

He glanced at the man, took the pad and wrote in his decidedly non-Copperplate hand: Recently married, obviously. To a wealthy bride. Though he wore a brand-new Rolex, the man still only asked for a single dish and ordered tap water.

A nod. Her parents do not approve, as they believe he's after her money. And Mycroft pushed the paper back to him.

But the said paranoia is not quite justified in this case. Or he would not still be working the night shift at that Kowloon Food Factory from two blocks down. Sherlock had passed by there on one of Mycroft's Asian confectionery shopping excursions. A honeymoon soon. Probably Malaysia or Thailand. Maybe Southern China.

Southern China? The length of the question mark at the end indicated a certain degree of surprise. Sherlock grinned and turned to a new page.

I know he's not looking at that section of the travel ads, but it's possible, since he's from there and his parents most likely live there still.

Mycroft arched an eyebrow. Our happy groom has been living outside of China for many years.

Sherlock threw his brother a questioning look. Mycroft smiled and began on yet another page: He's eating his fortune cookie, which is in fact entirely foreign to the people in China. I have it on good authority that no 'real' Chinese person actually consumes them.

"I see," he said out loud and decided he wanted the rest of Mycroft's rice pudding, so he reached over and took it. "And if I may ask, what good authority might this be?"

"A jolly fellow named T. D. Lau. He sometimes sits right next to me in the JCR Pantry at Balliol."

Sherlock wrinkled his nose and scraped at the bottom of the dessert cup for one last half-spoon. "I see. What else did he tell you?"

"Aside from his heartbreaks and dreams? Plenty of things about Hong Kong and Kuala Lumpur. Fascinating."

Sherlock hummed non-commitally and finished the food. He tried to draw a mental picture of the said T. D. Lau talking with his brother over a plate of eggs benedict, coming up short other than a distinct South Asian accent. He didn't like the bloke even without meeting him face to face, though that was hardly unusual for Sherlock.

"Oh, and one last thing about these little devils," Mycroft leaned back and waved towards the now-empty little plastic wrappings. "I can predict what's written in them. I figured it out."

If it was anybody else, he would have immediately countered with "you are lying", or at the very least "you can't expect me to believe that." But this was different. This was Mycroft.

So he only asked: "When?"

"Last year, Michaelmas."

Sherlock thought about it for a little while. "I have six years to figure it out for myself, then." It was an eminently useless skill, but the thrill was in the chase.

"I'd like to think, my dear boy," and Mycroft got out his wallet for the bill, "that you have all the time in the world."

*

Finis

Comments

♥♥♥ Oooooh, I love Mycroft and Sherlock interaction!

Our happy groom is has been living outside of China for many years.
no 'is'~
Oh, thanks for your debugging, as usual. :)

And YES, they are AWESOME together. (Or, as the Brits would say, brilliant.)

哦老天你不是强迫症不是强迫症

“but the thrill was in the chase."这处改到我心眼里去了……
我看发给我那个第一稿的时候就觉得fun这个词太轻了太无所谓了,真的

Re: 哦老天你不是强迫症不是强迫症

嗯嗯,我一开始给这个梗安排的时间很早,大概小夏才六七岁。还认真地和人讨论过哥哥这个老千要怎么耍,但在发现三个同人女并不能等于一个Mycroft之后决定不正面写这个问题。于是哥哥就从教小夏怎么耍,变成了告诉小夏you go figure it out yourself。但到定稿的时候算是临时感觉十三岁的小夏并不会想要哥哥教他的。最后修改时又觉得一个fun什么的不够呀不够。

……所以看到你写的那句“骄傲少年心”,觉得真美好啊~ \\^o^//

Re: 哦老天你不是强迫症不是强迫症

那种虽然存在于CP之中仍是追着赶着不肯服输的心情本身就是大萌物啊~~是我们必见过,也体会过的东西。所以我深同意你在《富士山下》那一篇里说的,文章不是脱离个人情感而生的东西呀~

Re: 哦老天你不是强迫症不是强迫症

………………喔,你不熟悉FSS真是太可惜了。“追着赶着不肯服输”根本就是FSS版本小夏的精髓呀。而且到最后他的确达到目的了……
So sweet and adorable. I could picture it perfectly. Thank you for sharing!
It's sweet because I didn't have the heart to add:

"Sherlock did, indeed, solve the fortune cookie mystery by the sixth year. However, he had already shut Mycroft out from his world a year before that, thus there was no audience for his discovery, and the fortune paper was promptly tossed into the nearest trash bin.

On it said: "To love is to forgive."
Thank you for refraining. I've got several good stories in my Sherlock-continually-breaks-his-brother's-heart collection, and I love Blood and Water for adding to my woefully smaller Sherlock-and-Mycroft-were-once-friends collection.
Well, I think I never explained the Blood and Water universe in English (my fault), but I don't see the whole "Sherlock-continually-breaks-his-brother's-heart" thing really...happening, like, ever. The way I see it, Mycroft's EQ is a bit too high for that. If anything, Sherlock is the more sensitive one and thus more prone to...well, I wouldn't say angst, but hurt and rage, hence the drugs later, etc etc etc.

Overall, I think their relationship really progresses through BW as both character matures. I think I haven't really touched upon Mycroft's own immaturity as a cause for the rift, but hopefully I'll get a chance to do so. :)
but I don't see the whole "Sherlock-continually-breaks-his-brother's-heart" thing really...happening, like, ever.

Oh, well, that's just sort of my own speculation about how their relationship progressed--total personal extrapolation on canon, not at all a comment on BW. I've read some very angsty stories from other authors that take the same line, but I'm open to reading other interpretations, too. And no matter how BW ends up, I do really enjoy your young Sherlock and Mycroft, as they are very enjoyable and make an excellent antidote to too much adult angst.

I think I haven't really touched upon Mycroft's own immaturity as a cause for the rift, but hopefully I'll get a chance to do so. :)

I look forward to reading it!
Right, I was referring to my own picture of their relationship, quite outside of BW actually. :) Personally I just don't see it happening on a prolonged basis, mainly due to Mycroft's tendency of self-control. (Although I do want to write a something with Dead Nerve for a title...because no matter what the dentist told me, it hurts. :P)

As for BW, in the end it's about two brothers who need something that only they can give to each other. (Not to say that John isn't very important to Sherlock--he obviously is. but that's another complicated story.) Please rest assured (?) that not only my young Sherlock and Mycroft is angst-free, eventually in BW they would reconcile beautifully, Mycroft's piano to Sherlock's violin and all.
Personally I just don't see it happening on a prolonged basis, mainly due to Mycroft's tendency of self-control. (Although I do want to write a something with Dead Nerve for a title...because no matter what the dentist told me, it hurts. :P)

If I may ask, would you say that you interpret Mycroft as eventually using self-control to tamp down his reaction to the deterioration of their relationship to a manageable level? Or that Mycroft's need to have ultimate control shuts down their relationship?

Please rest assured (?) that not only my young Sherlock and Mycroft is angst-free, eventually in BW they would reconcile beautifully, Mycroft's piano to Sherlock's violin and all.

That does fill me with complete glee! :)

Oh, and I realize, looking back at what I wrote, I might have implied something that I didn't mean. When I said "Sherlock-continually-breaks-his-brother's-heart", I did not mean that in a sexual manner. Rather the way that losing a family relationship or friendship (through misunderstanding, or perhaps in Sherlock's case, teenage onset of some form of mental illness, sociopathy or manic-depression or something else), but still living with the hope that it could be recovered, might do.
Regarding your first question: On the deterioration of the relationship in BWverse, the ten years from 2001-2011, there is is a whole bloody treatise that asukajude wrote. I'll dig it up tomorrow and translate it. I kind of hinted at it in Primogeniture, and it was indeed the seed that started the whole BW series, but I realize it really needs a lot of explanation for BW to function logically since I (and my co-authors in Chinese) filled in so many blank years.

As for "a sexual manner", I am not sure how to say this in a polite way, and I'm kind of praying that you wouldn't run away in horror when you read this, but BW is a slash series, even though that element is very faint in the parts written in English. Their relationship has a lot of components, and to them, both being borderline asexual, the sexual element is like an afterthought, an imperfect echo of the mental connection.

Edited at 2010-11-08 05:41 am (UTC)
I'll dig it up tomorrow and translate it.

If it's not a lot of trouble for you, I'd like to read it. My friend's mother tried to teach me Mandarin. It was not a successful experiment (I found tones really hard and said a lot of unintentionally hilarious things).

I'm kind of praying that you wouldn't run away in horror when you read this, but BW is a slash series, even though that element is very faint in the parts written in English.

No horrified running, I promise. As you noted at the start of one of the stories (Primogeniture?), most of what you've written thus far can be interpreted either way, so I expect/hope you won't be insulted if I say that I have been seeing it in a gen way (though, I can't read the three Chinese stories, so I don't have the full picture).
Yeah it's long overdue anyway. I bet asukajude would be happy to see it translated, too. :) Mandarin is a difficult language, and my friends make fun of my Mandarin pronunciation all the time. :)

I absolutely don't mind people reading BW as gen. A little bit disappointed at my lack of ability to spread the OTP love (for me), perhaps, but that's all. I have a hard time dealing with language conflict whereas BW is concerned, or I would translate the Chinese pieces into English.

Edited at 2010-11-08 06:47 am (UTC)
Oh that's a nice one!
I really love Sherlock/Mycroft Stories.

Sorry I'm a little bit short with this comment, but it's late and I go to bed now ZZZZZzzzzz
Ha. I like that Mycroft is always after *something* to keep his brother occupied.
Awesome interation between the two.
^^