I know I’ve appeared to be idle… but I’ve secretly been writing a ton! Here is a link to chapter 1 of a 20k word fic that I’ll be posting over the next month, written for FeliciaHM. (After that, we’ll return to our regularly scheduled Johnlock magical realism, which I have also been writing a lot of.)
John loved the thrill of danger, the feeling of helping and being needed desperately during an emergency. He’d gone out of his way in his life to seek out such opportunities. But what he didn’t like was such situations being created unnecessarily, or the possibility that he had been brought in as a pawn. “Actually, all I want is to know what’s going on. And to get home.”
Mycroft’s posture stiffened. “The regrettable incident this afternoon was due to a miscalculation on my part —”
"Because I can’t believe for a second that a bomb just happened to go off exactly where you’d been, what, sixty seconds before."
Mycroft steepled his fingers pensively. “The bombing was a reaction to an action on my part, yes, but an entirely irrational, illogical one. I could not have foreseen it. The individuals involved are clearly more volatile than anticipated. I assure you, John, that I would not have knowingly endangered civilians nor, indeed, you. It was mere coincidence that you were there.”
"Even though you were planning to kidnap me later in the day," John said.
"The word kidnap is so —”
John cut him off with a sigh. “You said you had something to discuss with me?”
"Indeed." Mycroft shifted slightly in his chair. "Did my brother tell you what he planned to do today?"
"No, he didn’t, he was just gone when I woke up. Don’t tell me he’s involved with —" John said, suddenly panicked at the image that had popped into his head — Sherlock in the rubble, one of the victims John hadn’t been able to reach.
"No, not directly. The incident today was, shall we say, one snarl in a rather complicated tangle. Currently, I am tracing one thread to the heart of that tangle, and my brother is following another."
"So he’s on a case then? Why didn’t he tell me about it?"
There was a slight pause before Mycroft replied. “Because it involves individuals from his youth, which he has always been secretive about.”