Of course, he could have ended up in another town of Hell. Mycroft would call it fate, if he believed in such a thing, that they've all gathered here in Little Hades. Instead it's just incredibly ironic.
It might not even be a bad thing, if he weren't certain Moriarty would find another way to hurt Sherlock and his important people that doesn't include death. If there's one person who can always keep Sherlock on his toes, can keep his mind occupied, it's that man. But it so easily becomes an obsession, when Sherlock sometimes seems to be made of obsessions.
For how long has Moriarty been watching? How long has he been here? Time seems a fickle thing in this city, illogical, which makes an odd amount of sense considering it's a mere construct of the human mind. Putting numbers and algorithms to the workings of the universe.
He'd laugh at how obvious this conversation really is, if he weren't entirely sure that's also the point. ]
No matter how many times one clears out the house spiders, they will find their way under one's roof. MH
Just making sure you're as miserable as you should be given your place of residence.
How's the living situation going, by the by? Your social life must be thriving for the first time in a long, long time. How exciting! Should I be taking the time to pencil in some play dates?
I'll just be here, admiring how the mighty fall so spectacularly. SH
[ It's taken her a while to decide how to approach the elder Holmes brother on this. Molly knows things aren't right: Sherlock, John and Greg aren't from the same version of events as she is. It's only likely Mycroft is in the same boat. But then Molly knows Mycroft knows more than the others do. Sherlock had told her that.
She's already been here several days. Sherlock's been hounding her with texts and she's still trying to deal with whatever Hellish disease she's been struck with. But she can't really put this off much longer:]
Mycroft. I suppose you might've found out I'm down here.
[ Of course Mycroft knows. It's considerably more difficult to keep an eye on people here than it was back home, but he's gathering a decent network of demons from Brimstone and elsewhere who are ... willing to help him out. (Blackmailed, rather.)
So, he knows. He's been keeping an eye on her, too, naturally. Though he can't say he expected her to text him.
Perhaps he ought to look at Brimstone records. See if they have any conversations recorded that might give him a hint as to why. ]
[ Well, at least he answered. Her interaction with him have been few and far between. Very little since the Fall, really. But this is something he'll not particularly want to ignore. ]
I have a problem. And it's probably going to be yours, too.
Josh is one of the few people Mycroft really doesn't mind talking to, so he doesn't immediately wonder what demon he has angered this time when he sees who's calling. As much as he doesn't really want to talk to anyone nowadays ... That's a whole other matter.
But when all he hears is some muffled conversation in the background, he realises that Josh clearly didn't actually mean to call him. ]
Take your phone out from under your fucking arse, Lyman.
[ He won't give Josh more than a few seconds to answer, though. Not wasting his time on this. ]
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