Hi everybody, so this is my first fan fiction and I hope you will like it. I came up with the idea of taking certain elements form Season 3, Ep. 1 The Empty Hearse but then move on into a different direction.

English isn't my mother tongue, so if you see any mistakes, please tell me. Other feedback is of course also very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own Sherlock, I just like it and borrowed some scenes and some characters.


Chapter 1 - Prolog

"You shouldn't leave the hospital yet" Mycroft spat out angry. "You are still sick, still injured."

Sherlock just gazed at him for a moment before he continued to button up his white shirt.

"Sherlock, please. Just once, could you be reasonable and take care of yourself." Mycroft continued with a more pleading tone in his voice.

"I can take care of myself." Sherlock replied with the calmest voice he was able to manage at the moment. "And I can best take care of myself at Baker Street with John by my side."

"John has moved out of Baker Street right after your funeral. He moved on. He has a girlfriend and if buying a diamond ring tells you anything he intends to marry her. So he surely will not move in with you tomorrow. But you will need someone to take care of the wounds on your back. They are far from healed."

"But I definitely don't have to stay in hospital for changing the bandages once a day."

"And your pneumonia isn't fully healed either"

"I know." Sherlock yelled, looking furiously at Mycroft, hardly been able to suppress a cough. "But I don't need to stay in hospital for that either. I certainly can take the remaining medication myself and as Doctor Nicholls told me this morning moderate exercise is not only allowed but recommend at this stage." Sherlock smiled and grabbed a small bag with different pillboxes and ointments just to show it to his brother.

"I am just worried" Mycroft stated tiredly, reckoning that he will lose this argument. "It is just two weeks since we got you out of" He stopped mid-sentence noticing Sherlock scowling at him.

Sherlock took his suit jacket from the hanger, carefully putting it on without wincing from the pain this movement triggered in is raw back. He bit his bottom lip.

"Where will I find John?" He asked softly.

"He reserved a table at a restaurant in the Marylebone Road. It is quite an expensive restaurant so I guess he will take Mary there." Mycroft replied.

"Very well, I will meet him there." Sherlock said cheerfully.

"You might not be welcomed." Mycroft warned him.

"I don't think so." Sherlock replied, sounding more confident than he actually was.