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“How can I help you Mrs Hudson?”

“I was just calling to see how you both are, have you been enjoying yourselves?”

“Oh yes, been all over the place, taken heaps of photos too”

“Thats nice dear, been taking care of yourselves?”

John paused, looking at Sherlock, who mimed back 'No'. Too bad Sherlock. “Well I have been, but you know Sherlock” Mrs Hudson tutted on the other end of the call. “Got himelf into trouble did he?” John sighed “Thats one way of putting it, yeah, but look when we get home I'll tell you all about it”

“You better not”

“Shut up Sherlock”

“Make me”

John threw a cushion at his friend's head, an amused smile on his lips. “When are you coming back dear?...You've got a visitor” John raised his eyebrows. “Oh? Who is it?” Mrs Hudson looked over at Mycroft, who was mirroring his brother's silent actions.

“Oh just an old friend...you should really come home soon dear, there's already a pile of cases waiting for you and...this visiot would really like to see you” John got the impression there was more behind what Mrs Hudson was saying, but didn't voice this thought.

“We'll be home soon, Mrs Hudson, say hi to everyone for us!”Sherlock had grabbed the phone from John's hands, sending a hurried, sarcastic message down the line.
“Sherlock!.. Wait I-”

“Goodbye Mrs Hudson!” He hung up.

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“Sherlock you can't just take the phone off me”

“What did I just do then?”

“Thats not what I meant”

“Look, the less they know the better, I don't need another lecture. Besides they'd probably...just..um worry” He knew they cared, though for the life of him, he couldn't imagine why sometimes. “

If it comes up...or they realise, then you can tell them but I doubt they will notice, John. Besides, Im getting better, my wounds are healing...why do we need to bring it up at all?”

“You nearly died Sherlock! In fact you did die!”

“But Im alive now and getting well, I don't see the point in bringing up this subject again.”

“They'd want to know!”

“Are you sure....?”

“Well..I...ok, I don't know but you can't just dismiss it”

“I have already”

John sighed and gave up, putting his head in his hands. “You're impossible sometimes Sherlock, you really are”. Sherlock gave John a grin. “This wasn't an already established fact?” John couldn't help but laugh, Sherlock's smiles always did that too him.

“Sometimes I feel the need to remind you Sherlock”

"Can't imagine why"
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I can only imagine what's going to happen when Sherlock finally finds out that Mycroft's alive.

Amazing work, as always.

thanks! I have some ideas...not fully formed ones though, but then my fic tends to write itself.

They spent a few more days around Rome, seeing the sites and buying souvenirs. Well that was John buying souvenirs while Sherlock complained about how stupid they all were. And then it was off back home, they took a plane, which had been less than enjoyable.

Because again, Sherlock couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Though he had fallen asleep half way through the flight. On John’s shoulder too, it was a good thing he didn’t snore. And John could have done without the air hostess cooing over how adorable they looked together and dismissing John’s insistence that he wasn’t gay.

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“Sherlock…Sherlock~” He flicked his friend’s nose.

Sherlock muttered something in french before opening his eyes. “What John? I was having the most wonderful dream.. I think Anderson was eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex” John chuckled and pointed at the window. “We’re home Sherlock”

Sherlock moved closer to the window and looked outside. Home…would it ever really feel like that again? He supposed he was starting to move on, it had been hard getting used to the facts but he felt he was well and truly on his way, to putting this incident behind him.

“The sooner we start our cases again the better”

“I’d like a few days rest at home first, Sherlock”

“But you’ve just been resting!”

“I’ve been running around Paris and Rome! Holidaying with you is exhausting!”

“But…you did enjoy the holiday?..Except for…that incident at the hotel?”

“Yeah…it was fun Sherlock…did you enjoy it though?” After all that was the whole point mate. Sherlock looked thoughtful for a few seconds, before smiling back at John. “Yes..I think I did” John smiled back. “Good, Im glad then, that was the whole point” Sherlock pretended to be shocked. “I had no idea John, none at all”

“Oh stop it”

“Never”

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Customs was tiring, at least he didn’t have to explain much about their luggage or why they had a skull in Sherlock’s bag, or why there was a roman helmet setting off the alarms in the other. Sherlock still didn’t know why John had brought it, it was quite useless.

“Why did you buy that helmet, John?”

“I liked it, besides, thought it might be useful”

“How could a roman helmet be useful?” He scoffed at the very thought.

“Well, maybe I can use it the next time we get invited to a fancy dress party!”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and groaned. “I am not going to one of those again. The last one was terrible! You made me dress up as a dragon!” He pointed an accusing finger at John who only laughed. “Well it was a book themed party and we got The Hobbit” Sherlock shook his head.

“You could have picked some other character”

“You could have picked your own character. Besides, you’re far too tall for a dwarf or a hobbit, you’re too grumpy to be an elf and I can’t really see you as Gandalf mate. So dragon it was”

“I looked ridiculous”

“It suited your personality I think, besides you were smoking anyway, so I don’t see what the problem was, besides my outfit wasn’t all that great either”

“I was staying In Character John and don’t fish for sympathy everyone liked your outfit, the hobbit indeed, they said it was cute.”

“Dragons don’t smoke Sherlock”

“They breath smoke John”

John just laughed and lugged their luggage out of the airport.

*RR waves*
You included The Hobbit in this, which is great and it's really cute to see them light-hearted and teasing each other. It's the calm before the storm, I guess. ^^

exactly RR!

Always wonderful to wake up to a new chapter.

I am worried about what's going to happen.

(Nice Hobbit reference, made me smile)

ahaha yay! but you'll hate me after chapter 42 :c

Mrs Hudson busied herself with cleaning the flat while she waited for the boys to come home. John had phoned ahead to say they would be only a few hours, so Mrs Hudson decided to at least clean up the place, even though she knew the minute they came home it would be utterly pointless.
Mycroft was currently deep in thought on the couch, hands clasped before him, much like his little brother, trying to figure out what to say to his little brother. This whole affair had been painful and complicated and Mycroft just wanted it to be over, but when your brother, his best friend, everyone who knew you, thought you were dead, what did you say? “Are you alright dear?”

“Hm... What?”

She sat down next to him, patting his good leg. “I said are you alright? Look at you, stop worrying, everything will be fine” He shook his head, how could things be fine? Sherlock would either hate him, leave the flat or simply shut down. John he expected to hate him, punch him even, he was so very loyal. “How? How will things be fine Mrs Hudson, I, for once have no idea what to say to him.” She gave him a sympathetic smile. “Then don't say anything” No, that wouldn't work. Think Mycroft, think!
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John phoned their other friends letting them know they were back in London. Everyone's first reply was of course “Is Sherlock alright?” See mate, they do care. Sherlock ignored him though, since they got further into the city, the quieter he had become. Well, mostly. “No you can't talk to Lestrade!”

“But he might have a case for me”

“I asked, he didn't, besides I said rest first, deduce later!”

“My mind will rot John”

“Let it rot”

“You're cruel John Watson” He even pouted, he was such a child.”Look we're almost at Baker Street, it won't hurt you to spend a few days at home before jumping out into the big bad world of crime solving, ok?" Sherlock folded his arms and went back to ignoring John. “Child” “Bully”

“How am I a bully?!”

“You won't let me even solve one little case, not even for that man who'd lost his luggage!”

“Because you called him an idiot and I could tell he was going to punch you in the face!”

“At least I wouldn't be bored”

John threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. Sherlock grinned. John shook his head in mirth and smiled as they turned the corner into Baker Street. “Home sweet home” he mumbled as the cab stopped outside their door. Sherlock helped John with the luggage, using his cane to stabilise himself, pretty soon he wouldn't need it anymore, his leg was still a bit weak, John insisted he use it until he could stand on one leg without falling over. Sherlock had replied that that was ridiculous but used it anyway to please John and stop him complaining. John turned the handle and went inside.

“Mrs Hudson, we're back!”

“I'm upstairs dear!”

Sherlock frowned. “She's probably been cleaning the flat...quickly John, before she ruins my experiments!” John gave him a look of disbelief. “You set up experiments before we went away?” “Of course” John sighed. “You're unbelievable” Sherlock patted his arm, instead of laughing and followed him up the staircase.

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(sorry had to split this chapter, lj said so)

It wasn’t as bad as Sherlock had thought. She hadn’t cleaned up that much of their flat. It wasn’t mess, it was organised chaos and she really had no reason to tidy things up. But he supposed she just felt like doing something. She’d been a rock, John’s words, since..the explosion. However a thorough sweep of the room gave him the impression that Mrs Hudson or someone else had been living here in their absence.

“Sherlock! How are you dear?” Mrs Hudson appeared at his side, her arms out. He smiled and gave her a warm hug. She stood back, studying him. “You’re still pale, John I thought you were supposed to take care of him!”

She chided the doctor who placed the last of the luggage on the floor. “I did, Mrs Hudson, but we hit a snag that’s all” He gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug as well. Sherlock shot daggers at his friend with his eyes.

“Sherlock, really, only you would go on holiday and end up worse then when you’d left” She shook her head sadly, but gave him a small smile as he sat down on the couch. John took his place on his armchair, confused slightly about why one of Sherlock’s books was on the opposite chair.

“ So Mrs Hudson, anything interesting happen while we were away? ”

She paused, not quite sure how to explain everything that had happened. “Well Sherlock….” Sherlock raised his eyebrows as she trailed off. “Yes?” He followed her gaze to the room behind her. “What is it?” John looked confused. “Who else has been here Mrs Hudson?” Their landlady appeared flustered and continued to glance at the kitchen.

Sherlock stood as he heard footsteps from that vicinity, gradually get closer and closer. Mrs Hudson turned, giving the stranger a sympathetic smile. “Good luck dear” and she patted their arm. Sherlock’s stance changed, clearly defensive, John remained in his chair, but had his gun out.

“Who are you, show yourself!”

“Hello Sherlock”

(sorry it's so short this is part b of chapter 42)

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You

You are EVIIIIIL

Don't leave us here. You can't! You just can'!! Arghhhh asasdasdasdasd ;0;

RR:
Huh...? How can you stop at such an important moment?? o_O Have mercy on us readers and be so kind to let us know how it continues (quickly!). ^__^

Sorry! I didnt mean to leave you hanging. Just a little bit of writers block, this is the most important scene. I will get there though but I leave you with this. (if you know the books you'll understand)

"You're not a spirt in any case"

RR:
Just read my own comment again and I find myself sounding rather pushy. Sorry about that. ^^

(not very good sorry)
Sherlock and John stood stunned. John with his mouth open, in apparent shock, Sherlock had gone white as a sheet. This wasn't possible. In no way on earth was this possible. Sherlock ran his hand over his mouth, taking one step forward and then back. No, no, no no! How could this be real?! Had his overdose done something to his brain?

I was moving on...I was...I was dealing with this! Why? I don't understand. He felt tears in his eyes. The figure seemed real. Solid, not a ghost surely, there was no such things as ghosts. But here was one right in front of him. Just as pale, thiner than he remembered, with clear bruises, cuts and bandages..and crutches...No. You can't be alive..it's not possible.

John looked from Sherlock to Mycroft, still not capable of speech. Mycroft looked terrible. If it was Mycroft. John could see Sherlock's hands begin to shake. His friend was still recovering from his overdose and everything else. This might prove to much for him. He walked over to his friend, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. Concern had over taken his shock in mere seconds.

“Sherlock? You alright mate?”

“No. No. No!” He shook his head, tears falling, eyes fuming with pain, confusion, anger, but never leaving his late brother. He bit his lip, limped past John, straight to his room and slamming the door so hard that Mrs Hudson, Mycroft and John almost jumped out of their skins.
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Mycroft, who had been able to find the right words, looked down, unsure of John's reaction and feeling terrible due to his brother's. He felt a hand on his arm. “Well, you're not a spirit in any case...so you're alive then” He nodded, looking into the doctor's eyes. There were unshed tears in both.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Did you plan this?! Fake your own death to achieve some stupid governmental objective?!”

“John...listen..” It's not like that.

“No! You listen! Have you any idea what he's been going through? What the rest of us have been going through?! You were dead, Mycroft! Dead. Sherlock stopped talking, communicating. We nearly lost him to that mind of his, Mycroft! He's been mourning you, breaking my heart, Mrs Hudsons."

John had begun to pace the flat, every so often pointing an accusing finger at Mycroft or flailing his hands about in anger. "We went on holiday! To help him deal with things. But he couldn't! He bloody couldn't stop thinking about you! All the things he might've said, all the memories he treasured.....He overdosed Mycroft...trying to forget you and the pain. I hope you're happy. Now leave, I can't stand the sight of you”

John pointed to the door, gasping from his rant and staring daggers at the man who'd broken his best friend.

RR:
Awww, this is really sad. John attacking Mycroft like that, but it's kinda justified too. Let's hope the misunderstanding will be cleared up. ^^

I'm really liking this! I think its lovely, thank you for writing it :)

Oh god.

Oh god.

I....

*Throws self off of cliff*

This is beautiful. I hope you're able to finish it!

(short post is short)

John continued to glare at Mycroft, who refused to leave until John received the full story. But John wasn’t exactly in the mood. Right now his best friend was probably having some sort of emotional breakdown in his bedroom. After all the shit he’d been through, John wouldn’t blame him. Not wanting them to continue fighting and knowing Mycroft’s version of events, Mrs Hudson moved til she was between them and ask for them to both calm down.

“Sit both of you, I’ll go make you some tea.”

“Mrs Hudson, how can you let this man stay here? After what he did!?”

“John dear, I know his story, you don’t. Go ahead Mycroft dear, tell him the truth” She gave him a reassuring smile and entered the kitchen to make the tea. John grimaced but did as he was told, sitting himself down in his armchair, leaning back and folding his arm’s across his chest. Mycroft took Sherlock’s chair for himself. The two spent the next several minutes in silence. John glaring, Mycroft staring.

“Well go on then, spin your tale, Mycroft Holmes” It better be bloody good.

Mycroft took a deep breath and began. “I was at the Diogenes Club when it happened, John. I had been informed we’d received a package. This struck me as odd so I went to see for myself. The video footage showed me a man we had been following for some time now. The packagae itself was still where he left it. So I headed down the corridors to examine it. It was of course a bomb, with a timer. There was no time at all to defuse it. I sounded the alarm and in my last remaining seconds ran towards the bunker.”

“Because thats partly the reason the building was chosen. However just as I reached it, the bomb exploded, propelling me into the room itself and sealing me in. And there I stayed for several days. During which I was declared dead. When I was finally rescued, my money, phone, house were all locked up and out of my reach. So you see John, I didn’t go out to fake my death”

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It was quite the tale. John wasn’t sure if he believed it. But it fit. Mycroft’s injured were certainly proof of his story. “So…you didn’t fake …..ok…but you still could have got in contact with us…let him know you were alive. You..it broke his heart, Mycroft. You, broke it. You have to go in there…right now and explain things to him. And you bloody well better apologise too.” John raised his hand, pointing to Sherlock’s bedroom.

“Go. Now. Or i’ll make you go”

RR:
Not so really random anymore, since I'm logged in. Oh well, I'm too lazy to log out. xD
Anyway, 'yay' and I'm really happy to see a new part even if it's short! :)It's been awhile and I started to wonder if you would post anything anymore.

Joining in on the deanoning party.

I really love this, I love what you've written, character dynamics, John being pissed at Mycroft. Everything is so amazing.

Keep up the good work. <3

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Stumbled accidently on this story and I love it!! More please. :D

Re: Oh Brother Of Mine 44/?

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Sherlock heard the door open, but said nothing, preferring to strum absently at his violin and stare out the open window. He felt another body seat itself down on his bed but didn't turn. He knew who it was. He didn't know how or why he was here but right now he didn't care. The two brothers sat in silence, while the younger played a soulful, sad song. It seemed to last for ages. When finished the consulting detective rested his violin on his knees, still staring outside.

“Sherlock..”

“Don't”

“Sherlock please, allow me to explain”

“It won't mean anything.” The pain will still be there.

“Sherlock..I didn't do this on purpose...this was not by my design. I swear to you. I swear on father's grave” Sherlock turned at the mention of their father. His quick eyes studying every inch of his older sibling. He placed his instrument on the bed and stood, moving to sit next to his brother. Mycroft opened his mouth to continue speaking but Sherlock simply pressed on finger against his lips and resumed his examination. After ten minutes he seemed satisfied with his deductions and moved back a few paces on the bed.

“I'm sorry”

“Why?”

“Because I hurt you, this, my “death”, it cut you deeply. Please forgive me Sherlock”

“I can't. Not yet. I.. don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I, I want to hit you, punch you for doing this to me. But, neither of us are really in a healthy condition.” Mycroft nodded, that much he agreed with. Sherlock's lips twitched slightly. “Look at us. One of us dies and we both fall to pieces. Some Holmes' we are” Mycroft chuckled outright at this. Sherlock's lips tilted until they formed a full smile. It felt nice to smile again.

“Did you miss me?”

“Not one bit. Much quieter and less intrusions. I barely noticed your absence.”

“Well, I have returned so there will have to be changes”

“Starting with you leaving our flat”

“Oh my dear Sherlock, I have nowhere to go right now. You can't very well turn out your own brother” Sherlock felt a chuckle slid up his throat and exit his mouth. He'd miss this. The arguing, the teasing. It felt so, normal. Mycroft joined in the laughter. “I lied. I did miss you. More than you can know.” Mycroft hesitantly placed his hand on Sherlock's arm in a gesture of comfort. “Forgive me” The detective rested his own hand over Mycroft's, needing reassurance his brother was really here. He had a sudden urge to do something he would never had normally done. But things were different. Things had changed.

He turned around completely on the bed and enveloped Mycroft in a tight desperate hug. Mycroft seemed to need this just as much as himself and he wrapped his arms around the thin body of his little brother. They held each other for several minutes before Sherlock let go with a cough and embarrassed look. “If you ever mention this to John, I really will kill you”

“Oh I believe you, dear brother. We have much to talk about. But you have returned home for your journey, perhaps tea and some biscuits are in order first.”

“Thats satisfactory Mycroft”

“I should hope so. Now help me up”

“Help yourself up.”

“Cretan”

“Sod”

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John smiled from the door and moved back to his chair.

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Sorry its so short and so late and so everything.

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