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Title: Some things we do are unforgivable (but must be done all the same)
Author:
dognmonkeyshow
Pairing: none
Length: about 105,000 words
Rating: T
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: It is not sufficient to have power; one must be seen by the pack to have it. For power to be real, sufficient numbers must believe in it, just as they believe in the security of the pound and that London property prices only move in one direction.
For Mycroft, these facts were bred in the bone. And the moment the bullet from John Watson's pistol entered Magnussen's brain, Mycroft's power began to slip away, because others stopped believing in it. With Sherlock under threat, and his own position undermined, Mycroft schemes to protect them all against political rivals, unseen adversaries, and ghosts from his past.
Reccer's comments: The author’s summary pretty well sums up the contents of this fic. Perhaps England would fall if Mrs Hudson left Baker Street but only try to imagine what would happen if the British Government himself would topple and… Christ no, that would be unthinkable.
And yet, in this fic we can’t but watch breathlessly as Mycroft has to deal with the aftermath of Sherlock’s shenanigans, while fighting for his professional life at the same time.
Only imagine a fic where Mycroft actually has to engage in some legwork himself and resort to dirty backroom double-dealing, even to the point where he has to pretend an interest again in an old fling. *shudders*
And all the while Sherlock is doing his damnedest to get himself condemned to yet another deadly mission, thereby actively undermining Mycroft’s efforts to save him from himself.
A must read for all Mycroft-lovers for the wonderful portrayal of the man himself and the inside of the machinery he normally operates so smoothly.
Author:
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Pairing: none
Length: about 105,000 words
Rating: T
Warnings: none
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: It is not sufficient to have power; one must be seen by the pack to have it. For power to be real, sufficient numbers must believe in it, just as they believe in the security of the pound and that London property prices only move in one direction.
For Mycroft, these facts were bred in the bone. And the moment the bullet from John Watson's pistol entered Magnussen's brain, Mycroft's power began to slip away, because others stopped believing in it. With Sherlock under threat, and his own position undermined, Mycroft schemes to protect them all against political rivals, unseen adversaries, and ghosts from his past.
Reccer's comments: The author’s summary pretty well sums up the contents of this fic. Perhaps England would fall if Mrs Hudson left Baker Street but only try to imagine what would happen if the British Government himself would topple and… Christ no, that would be unthinkable.
And yet, in this fic we can’t but watch breathlessly as Mycroft has to deal with the aftermath of Sherlock’s shenanigans, while fighting for his professional life at the same time.
Only imagine a fic where Mycroft actually has to engage in some legwork himself and resort to dirty backroom double-dealing, even to the point where he has to pretend an interest again in an old fling. *shudders*
And all the while Sherlock is doing his damnedest to get himself condemned to yet another deadly mission, thereby actively undermining Mycroft’s efforts to save him from himself.
A must read for all Mycroft-lovers for the wonderful portrayal of the man himself and the inside of the machinery he normally operates so smoothly.