Sherlock sat at the end of the table, eating as slowly as he had before. John sat on one side, Anthea and Lestrade the other, Mrs Hudson sat at the other end of the table. They all ate in silence. The meal was delicious but Sherlock had other things on his mind, like finding this man and beating him to a bloody pulp.
He'd always considered himself a pacifist, certainly not a violent man, but hurt someone close to him and there would be hell to pay. This man had killed his brother and nothing was going to get in his way.
“Thank you Mrs Hudson that was delicious” Praised John, Lestrade and Anthea nodding their agreement. Lestrade had turned up as soon as John had messaged him, which he only had known to stop Sherlock pestering him to so.
The DI left the kitchen with Anthea, the two deep in conversation, Sherlock remained at the table, still thinking. He was begging to accept that his brother wasn't coming back. But part of him was still trying to think of ways he could have survived.
Surely, someone as smart as Mycroft would have found a way. No, no, I have to accept he's gone.. even if it were possible, how would he have survived? I saw the wreckage, theres no way...”Sherlock?” He shook his head, clearing it. “You alright mate?” He nodded, giving John half a smile, who matched it. “Just thinking John... Just thinking”
Just maybe....
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A few days ago...
A tall figure poked at the light switch with the broken arm of a chair, turning it on. It swung dangerously from side to side. He could here the sounds of broken stone and unstable structures above him. He was safe for now, he had everything he needed to survive the next few days.... but he was badly injured and worried he may not make it that long.
He pulled out his phone but it was too badly damaged. He leaned against the wall, nursing his side and prayed someone would find him soon and then he realised, no one knew of this place but him....except maybe one person.
Re: Oh Brother Of Mine 21/?
Sherlock sat at the end of the table, eating as slowly as he had before. John sat on one side, Anthea and Lestrade the other, Mrs Hudson sat at the other end of the table. They all ate in silence. The meal was delicious but Sherlock had other things on his mind, like finding this man and beating him to a bloody pulp.
He'd always considered himself a pacifist, certainly not a violent man, but hurt someone close to him and there would be hell to pay. This man had killed his brother and nothing was going to get in his way.
“Thank you Mrs Hudson that was delicious” Praised John, Lestrade and Anthea nodding their agreement. Lestrade had turned up as soon as John had messaged him, which he only had known to stop Sherlock pestering him to so.
The DI left the kitchen with Anthea, the two deep in conversation, Sherlock remained at the table, still thinking. He was begging to accept that his brother wasn't coming back. But part of him was still trying to think of ways he could have survived.
Surely, someone as smart as Mycroft would have found a way. No, no, I have to accept he's gone.. even if it were possible, how would he have survived? I saw the wreckage, theres no way...”Sherlock?” He shook his head, clearing it. “You alright mate?” He nodded, giving John half a smile, who matched it. “Just thinking John... Just thinking”
Just maybe....
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A few days ago...
A tall figure poked at the light switch with the broken arm of a chair, turning it on. It swung dangerously from side to side. He could here the sounds of broken stone and unstable structures above him. He was safe for now, he had everything he needed to survive the next few days.... but he was badly injured and worried he may not make it that long.
He pulled out his phone but it was too badly damaged. He leaned against the wall, nursing his side and prayed someone would find him soon and then he realised, no one knew of this place but him....except maybe one person.
“Find me Sherlock..”