The Story of A Girl who Watches Too Much Television and Rewrites Fiction with her Own Reality. Hijinks ensue.

 

“You’ve seen what they’re doing then?”

“Yes. Though I can’t help but frown upon the defacement of public and private property.”

“Hm. The flyers are a nice touch though.”

“I was rather thinking of investing in one of those lovely shirts.”

“I doubt they carry them in your size, Mycroft.”

“Oh, witty as always. How comforting it is that some parts of you will always be the same.”

“Ha.”

“It doesn’t count, you know.”

“…What are you on about now?”

“It doesn’t count. What you’re doing.”

“Mycroft, I didn’t call so you could play your little games.”

“As ‘the government’, I’ve had to become very involved in this little… renegade project. It has risen to a level of national notice.”

“You must be overjoyed.”

“In fact I’ve been watching since the beginning. Doing research. The founders of this little ‘rebellion’ weren’t stupid. They knew that the message had to consistent if anyone was going to pay attention. Otherwise signals get crossed. Lines get blurred. So they’ve only been using three slogans: “I believe in Sherlock Holmes”, “Moriarty was real”, and “No doubt, Sherlock”, whatever that means.”

“Get to the point.”

“I’m just curious because we’ve seen a fourth message recently.”

“…”

“Not one of the ones the original team invented.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

”’Sherlock Lives’. That’s an interesting choice, don’t you think?”

“Goodbye, Mycroft.”

“It doesn’t count. You know that.”

“…”

“It doesn’t count as telling John.”

“Goodbye.”

(Source: knowledgeiscake)