It ended up working. Sherlock's body felt great, but now his mind had nothing to fall back on. Nothing to keep it occupied. The world was so mind numbingly dull.
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“I see you're solving crimes now Sherlock, how public spirited of you! Though I doubt thats your motivation. At least you're no longer stimulating your mind with drugs” His brother shifted uncomfortably. “Sherlock!” The younger Holmes sighed and pulled back his sleeve, revealing two nicotine patches. “Don't get your knickers in a knot Mycroft” he sniped.
Mycroft grabbed his brother's arm, inspecting both for needle marks. There weren't any. “Happy?” Sherlock pulled his brothers hands away from his own. “You used to be so trusting Mycroft” He picked up his violin from the floor, strumming a few chords.
“You lost that trust when you turned to drugs little brother”
“How sad” See how much I care?
“You should continue this Sherlock, this.. detective idea of yours. Its funny, as a child you wanted to fight crime, now you are” He seemed amused by the idea but in reality was hoping that his little brother had finally found his niche in life. Mycroft had created his own job, perhaps his brother would as well.
“Go away Mycroft, obstruct traffic or something”
Mycroft turned to leave, his umbrella twirling. “Where did things go wrong Sherlock? We used to be so close” He genuinelly wanted to know, he missed it. People change, Sherlock went from happy little boy to brooding teenager to lonely young adult. It saddened Mycroft, but he had to know why they were no longer as close as they once were.
Sherlock met his eyes.
“You left”
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John had fallen asleep, his head lolling to the side, resting against the bed. At some point Lestrade had draped Sherlocks long coat over the sleeping body of Dr Watson. Poor bloke, the man had exhausted himself, waiting for his best friend to wake up. And he bloody well better, he was well on the way to becoming a good man. Lestrade had seen the changes, the emotional side that John brought out.
Lestrade could only hope that Sherlock would't retreat back to the emotionless being he had tried to be before John. Yes tried, Lestrade didn't miss those sorts of details. Whatever Sherlock thought of his abilities. He patted the detectives battered hand.
“Wake up mate, we need you”
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“I approve”
“I don't need your approval”
“He seems a very nice man, ex solider and a doctor, how marvellous”
“Are you here for a reason? Or just to flirt with my new flatmate”
Mycroft gave his trademark smile, to anyone but Sherlock, and later John, it would seem perfectly ordinary. But that smile could mean any number of things. “He's a perfect flatmate for you, a perfect friend even”
“I don't have friends”
“You used too, before you closed yourself off” Because they kept hurting you.
“John's not my friend, even corrected my usage of the term. So... you're wrong!” He gloated, only for a few seconds. Mycroft kept smiling, so Sherlock's pleased expression turned back into a glare.
“I see all, he followed you to a crime scene, he's still your flatmate, he understands you Sherlock. In here” He poked his brother's chest with his umbrella. Sherlock pushed it away. “The two of you are like the two sides of a coin. Doctor Watson, a man of action, brave, the ex solider who craves the thrill of adventure. And you dear brother, also a man of action, who also lives off adventure. You gave John back the colour in his life and in return he's given you stability and the offer of friendship.”
Mycrofts face turned to a sterner expression. “I know you enjoy his company, don't ruin this Sherlock. You two need each other. Do not, push him away.” He stood back up, he'd been leaning over his brother.
“It's mummy's birthday tomorrow Sherlock, I expect you to be there. You have no excuses”
“Piss off Mycroft”
His older brother went back to smiling. You can do this Sherlock, I can't be the one you turn to anymore, we've pushed each other too much. But John, give him what you used to give me. Loyalty, friendship, love. Be his brother Sherlock....
Re: Oh Brother Of Mine 15/?
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“I see you're solving crimes now Sherlock, how public spirited of you! Though I doubt thats your motivation. At least you're no longer stimulating your mind with drugs” His brother shifted uncomfortably. “Sherlock!” The younger Holmes sighed and pulled back his sleeve, revealing two nicotine patches. “Don't get your knickers in a knot Mycroft” he sniped.
Mycroft grabbed his brother's arm, inspecting both for needle marks. There weren't any. “Happy?” Sherlock pulled his brothers hands away from his own. “You used to be so trusting Mycroft” He picked up his violin from the floor, strumming a few chords.
“You lost that trust when you turned to drugs little brother”
“How sad” See how much I care?
“You should continue this Sherlock, this.. detective idea of yours. Its funny, as a child you wanted to fight crime, now you are” He seemed amused by the idea but in reality was hoping that his little brother had finally found his niche in life. Mycroft had created his own job, perhaps his brother would as well.
“Go away Mycroft, obstruct traffic or something”
Mycroft turned to leave, his umbrella twirling. “Where did things go wrong Sherlock? We used to be so close” He genuinelly wanted to know, he missed it. People change, Sherlock went from happy little boy to brooding teenager to lonely young adult. It saddened Mycroft, but he had to know why they were no longer as close as they once were.
Sherlock met his eyes.
“You left”
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John had fallen asleep, his head lolling to the side, resting against the bed. At some point Lestrade had draped Sherlocks long coat over the sleeping body of Dr Watson. Poor bloke, the man had exhausted himself, waiting for his best friend to wake up. And he bloody well better, he was well on the way to becoming a good man. Lestrade had seen the changes, the emotional side that John brought out.
Lestrade could only hope that Sherlock would't retreat back to the emotionless being he had tried to be before John. Yes tried, Lestrade didn't miss those sorts of details. Whatever Sherlock thought of his abilities. He patted the detectives battered hand.
“Wake up mate, we need you”
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“I approve”
“I don't need your approval”
“He seems a very nice man, ex solider and a doctor, how marvellous”
“Are you here for a reason? Or just to flirt with my new flatmate”
Mycroft gave his trademark smile, to anyone but Sherlock, and later John, it would seem perfectly ordinary. But that smile could mean any number of things. “He's a perfect flatmate for you, a perfect friend even”
“I don't have friends”
“You used too, before you closed yourself off” Because they kept hurting you.
“John's not my friend, even corrected my usage of the term. So... you're wrong!” He gloated, only for a few seconds. Mycroft kept smiling, so Sherlock's pleased expression turned back into a glare.
“I see all, he followed you to a crime scene, he's still your flatmate, he understands you Sherlock. In here” He poked his brother's chest with his umbrella. Sherlock pushed it away. “The two of you are like the two sides of a coin. Doctor Watson, a man of action, brave, the ex solider who craves the thrill of adventure. And you dear brother, also a man of action, who also lives off adventure. You gave John back the colour in his life and in return he's given you stability and the offer of friendship.”
Mycrofts face turned to a sterner expression. “I know you enjoy his company, don't ruin this Sherlock. You two need each other. Do not, push him away.” He stood back up, he'd been leaning over his brother.
“It's mummy's birthday tomorrow Sherlock, I expect you to be there. You have no excuses”
“Piss off Mycroft”
His older brother went back to smiling. You can do this Sherlock, I can't be the one you turn to anymore, we've pushed each other too much. But John, give him what you used to give me. Loyalty, friendship, love. Be his brother Sherlock....