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Mycroft had been sitting behind his desk, pulling another late night when he received John's phone call. He had been anticipating this for quite some time, and to be perfectly honest, was a bit surprised Sherlock had managed to keep his flatmate in the dark for as long as he did. Several responses were prepared, depending on what direction the conversation took.
Despite his younger brothers' opinion of him, Mycroft did have his best interest at heart. When the e-mails first started, his initial reaction had been to ring Sherlock to put a stop to such nonsense, however, upon reading through the first few, Mycroft picked up on the undertone of sentiment that his brother tried desperately to hide. Doctor Watson had proved to be a loyal companion to his brother over the years, and against his better judgment, Mycroft had acted in a very uncharacteristic manor and kept his opinion to himself, not even letting the younger Holmes know that he was aware of the messages existence.
Once the nature of the e-mails became apparent he stopped reading their content, it was blatantly obvious that every message contained essentially the same thing, and he had no interest in the inner workings of his brothers' mind. Once Mycroft knew Sherlock wasn't going to behave rashly he simply kept track of their frequency. As far as he could make out, they ranged from several a week, to as little as one a month depending on the duos case load at the time and how distracted Sherlock was.
Mycroft knew his brother was intelligent, he didn't question that. Sherlock was precise and meticulous, despite all of this, the eldest Holmes brother knew it was just a matter of time before his dear brother got himself into a predicament he neither foresaw nor knew how to get out of. Mycroft had taken measures to deal with a variety of possible outcomes, including the request he had received from Doctor Watson that evening.
"Hello Mycroft."
"Ah, Doctor Watson! To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Listen, I need a small favour."
"This wouldn't have anything to do with certain messages you have recently become aware of, now would it?"
"How did you.." Mycroft smirked as John trailed off. The good doctor should be well aware by now that nothing went on in the pair's life that he didn't already know about. "Oh never mind" the man on the other end of the phone started again. "Anyway, I need you to help me out. Any e-mail sent from my address needs to be forwarded to a separate account, and there's to be no trace of the email being sent there once it has been deleted." There was a determination in the doctor's voice that made Mycroft give a wistful smile.
"of course, John. I'll send you everything you need."
"That's it?" a confused Watson asked. "No lecture? No snide comments?"
"No John, however, I do have to ask what you intend to do with this information now that you have it?"
"That's really not your business" the doctor snapped, and Mycroft could almost see him on the other end of the phone chastising himself for lashing out at the man who was offering him his assistance. "Look," John continued after getting his emotions back under control "I don't know yet. Just know that I will take care of him. Can you trust me to do that?"
"Of course John, I wouldn't leave him in anyone else's hands. You've shown an impressive talent for handling my brother where everyone else has failed."
John let out a rather unflattering snort before commenting "nobody handles Sherlock."
"Be that as it may Doctor Watson, you have been in my brother's company longer than anyone. I think that says something about your dedication to him, don't you?"
"Mycroft," John was losing his patience with the eldest Holmes.
"I trust that you will look after him, John."
"Good, that's… good."
"I'll send over the information you inquired about as soon as possible."
"Ta Mycroft. I have to go, Sherlock and Lestrade are waiting for me."
"John." Was Mycroft's goodbye as he ended the conversation and hung up the phone. He didn't tell John that everything was already prepared, and all he had to do was give him the login information to the account that had been created for this sole purpose in the previous months. Of course he would get around to providing the doctor with everything he needed, but he had no intention of stopping what he was in the middle of to do so. Besides, John had gone seven months without knowing about the messages, another evening wouldn't hurt him.
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