A Place to Call Holmes

by ha3blondechick

Poor Sherlock is sick and he can't deal with it alone. But that is ok, for he is not alone. This is the story about what is wrong, and how Mycroft and John help Sherlock get better in his time of weakness.

1. Chapter 1

John loved his Sherlock. More than he could ever say. He noticed right away that something was wrong. He noticed everything about the tall man. His slender figure was growing thinner and thinner.
John knew his consulting detective could not live like this much longer. And the blogger was nothing without his consulting detective.

"Sherlock my love, when did you last eat?"
"You made my breakfast, Johnny boy."
"Sherlock, that was three days ago. You need to eat sweetheart. Doctor's orders"

Sherlock avoided eye contact with John.
"No I don't need food right now I'm fine. I'm fine."

Just then Sherlock's phone beeped with a text.

Come over little brother

-MH

"I'll just be out John"
The older man did not take his eyes off Sherlock as he put on his jacket and scarf.