asked you: I have a very simple ask for you; how/when did you get into Sherlock, and what drew you to Mycroft as your favorite character? Was it fandom love at first sight?
Hello dear. A very simple question to answer, indeed!
I got into Sherlock Holmes when I was very small - my granddad read me the stories and Jeremy Brett was on the television. I can’t say I immediately took to it - the long Mormon bit in the middle of Study in Scarlet was somewhat off-putting - but soon I was hooked.
My first encounter with Mycroft was when my granddad reached The Greek Interpreter. It really was love at first sight. The Greek Interpreter became, and remains to this day, my favourite story of the canon.
It’s been commented that Conan Doyle promised more than he delivered with Mycroft - Sherlock’s “superior in observation and deduction.” I suppose that’s true, as Mycroft is quite ineffectual throughout the canon. I was drawn to him by the line, “His eyes, which were of a peculiarly light, watery gray, seemed to always retain that far-away, introspective look which I had only observed in Sherlock’s when he was exerting his full powers.” That such an introduction was then followed by Mycroft proving he could outdeduce Sherlock - first in his summation of the Manor House case, and then in the duel in deduction - sealed it. I was in awe of this strange, solitary man, who sat around in his silent club and was acknowledged by his younger brother as the superior intellect.
Then, when we reached The Bruce Partington Plans, and Mycroft was revealed to be The British Government himself, with a specialism in omniscience, I was undone. That Mycroft never quite played the same sort of role again (his appearances in The Final Problem and The Empty House are just throw-away lines) saddened me greatly, so I turned to the adaptations to heal the breach.
Everything that was promised but left unsaid in the canon stories started to become realised through the various adaptations, and my love for the character grew. I didn’t much care for Charles Gray’s Mycroft when I first saw the story adapted on the Granada series, but I liked what they did to the story - they made Mycroft more useful and more BAMF then his depiction in that story. And then it all grew from there. There was Boris Klyuev and there was Christopher Lee. I reread the stories, I read the apocrypha. I lapped up everything related to the cleverer elder brother.
Until one day, in 2010, a well-tailored man walked in, swinging an umbrella. I confess, I, like most, thought he was Moriarty. I can’t tell you how much my little fangirl heart swelled when Sherlock uttered those wonderful words: “This is my brother, Mycroft.”
And the rest is history.