The Great Mouse Detecive is not mine, too bad :(
"I'm going out." Basil announced from his perch on the bed. It was just two days after the fight with Ratigan and Basil was in quite a state. His clothes were in taters after the fight. And his body had faired no better. His back was slashed to the point of a bone being visible. Basil had little idea of how his body was fairing, or at least not the magnitude of the damage. Basil stood with a muffled grunt and moved to get a shirt to pull over his bare back, but a hand on his shoulder made him stop.
"No." It was Dawson who had spoken. "You're hurt badly, very badly." Basil shrugged off Dawson's hand and sighed.
"I'm fine it's just a walk up Baker Street." Basil said softly but firmly.
"No." This time it was Mr.Flavershan. "You still bleed sometimes it's as if the wound is fresh." Basil's shoulders slumped when he heard the word 'wound'.
"I'm perfectly fine. I may not be in top condition but a walk won't kill me." Basil said fiercely. His brow was furrowed and his scowl disgusted.
Then there was knock at the door, it was soft but commanding. Basil flopped down on the bed irritability. Olivia rushed over to the door and flung it open.
A tall mouse stood in the doorway. He was richly dressed and looked as though he could be Basil's brother, that is if he lost the sneer that played across his face. Basil looked at him with a look of plain hatred, a look the group had not seen since before the fight with Ratigan.
"Hello brother dear. Have you been picking fights with school chums again?" He said sugar sweetly. Basils shook his head in disgust.
"Why have you come?" Basil spat. "Come to finish the job Father started?"
"She deserved what she got as did you, but you got off far too easy in my opinion." The tall mouse spat with terrible venom. Basil was trembling with rage now.
"Leave" Basil said angrily "You are not welcome here Sherlock." The mouse called Sherlock was sneering again.
"I've merely come to see the pitiful disgrace that is my brother."
"You have no right to call me brother Sherlock. I am no disgrace. You should know that, unless you are still too much of an illiterate moron to read the paper." Basil said angrily
"Dearest Basil, have you not noticed the price you paid for that fame? And what of your wounded back? Though you have always been weak and easily abused." said Sherlock mockingly. Basil said nothing. Sherlock seer was growing bigger with each second of silence.
"It has been years since I've seen you. You were maybe six years of age last time." The evil sneer deepened. Sherlock seemed to have struck a nerve for Basil stood now.
"Oh you would know considering you conspired with him to have me disowned!" Basil shouted. Olivia looked horrified. Dawson was holding Mr.Flaversham back, as Mr.Flaversham looked as though he wanted to rip Sherlock apart. Basil paid no mind to this fact.
"But what is throwing a six year old out to the streets to fend for himself compared to killing one's own mother for greed! You and father were the ones who killed her!" Basil had angry tears streaming down his cheeks now. "Father left me to die Sherlock! He pushed me out into the road in the middle of a snowstorm! I walked eight miles to an orphanage! I lied and told them I had no idea who my family was! I dropped my last name forever! They just call me Basil of Baker Street! Do you have any concept of how terrible my childhood was thanks to you!" He had stopped making much sense now. But he was still talking, "And do you know why I became a detective? No! I became a detective to stop people from doing what you and father did to me." His voice was softer now. "But I had no evidence, save my witnessing it, I could not take it to court with nothing more than that. And going back was far too dangerous. It was hopeless. The perfect crime." Basil sobbed compulsively. He suddenly turned to Sherlock.
"Are you challenging me?" Sherlock said angrily, the smirk had left his features. Basil did not respond but took up a fighting stance.
"Big mistake." Sherlock said. Suddenly he rushed at Basil with apparent desire to kill him. Basil rolled to the floor, groaned, and dove at Sherlock. Sherlock in turn grabbed hold of the fur on Basil's head and spun him so his back was exposed.
"No." Begged softly. Sherlock smirked once again and ripped his claws down Basil's back, Basil let no sound escape his lips. His back was bleeding now but he made no effort to move from his brother's grasp. His eyes were clouded in pain from a past memory
"Yes you haven't changed a bit. We hit you once and you give up in hopes that we'll stop beating you. You're worthless." Sherlock said, but there was something else in his voice and edge of sympathy perhaps. But no he went back to sneering an instant later.
"You… you…" words seemed to have failed Basil for once.
"Brother this is where I take my leave." Sherlock said with a smirk. He feigned a bow and strode from the room without another word.