Mummy- chapter 1
A/N- I hope you like this new fic I'm writing, based post reichenbach and delving very much into Sherlock's past...
Sherlock Holmes gripped the fuschia rohdedendrons tightly in his hand. Mycroft stood next to him, with a sweaty brow. Sherlock instantly deduced this as nervousness (simple deduction) and pushed open the cemetry gates.
They walked together in silence subconciously respecting the dead. When they arrived at their Mother's grave, Sherlock saw a tear roll down Mycroft's face. The Mummy he talked to every day wasn't actually their Mother. It was their adopted Mother.
That's why Mycroft worried about Sherlock so much. Because there wasn't a Mummy there to help him, love him and most of all protect him from the cruel world. Though, Mycroft still knew the things Sherlock had seen and done. He knew very well that Sherlock had explored the darker depths of the world.
Their Mother had died when Sherlock was just five years old, killed by a member of the Moriarty family. Sherlock hadn't been told this until after the fall, but Mycroft and Sherlock didn't dwell on it too much.
Sherlock took a deep breath. He neede his violin, and now. His brother was aggravating him, but he kept calm and slowly set the flowers down at his Mother's headstone.
He cast his mind back to the day that they had told him his mither had been killed by an unknown killer, and he knew from that day on that he had wanted to be a detective, and his sole mission was to find out who had killed her. Up until then, he had wanted to be a pirate.
Bang. The sound of an AK47 rang through the cemetry. Out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock saw his brother collapse in a heap on the floor, with blood coming out of the back of his head. He spun round.
"Honey, I'm back and I'm so bad, you don't even want to know how sweet I am!"
The voice of James Moriarty cascaded darkly through the cemetry.