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"Hey Sherlock?"
"Yes John?"
"Do you remember the day we met?"
I looked up at John skeptically. He had just had a thought and couldn't wrap his head around it. "Yes, of course." I said, wondering what exactly was going through he blogger's mind. "When I told you that I met your enemy you asked which one I was talking about." John began. "That is correct." I confirmed. "Well how does that make sense?" John asked. "We met Irene and Moriarty after that day and your only other enemy is Mycroft." We stared at each other for forty seven seconds, him at his computer and me lying on the couch, before I suddenly stood up and walked to my room. "Good night, John." I said before closing the door behind me, John bewildered. I barely ever slept in my room, I never said "Good night" to John, and it was only 9:45.
That night something happened that hasn't happened since I was a child. I had a nightmare.
I was standing alone in the middle of a field when my mobile rang. I answered it. "This is Sherlock Holmes. What do you want?" "Do you remember that day?" Asked a voice I didn't recognize. The area in front of me transformed into a gravel road in the country where three boys were walking home from school. The oldest was about seventeen, had red hair and dull blue eyes. The next was about ten and had black curls and piercing blue eyes. The youngest was merely seven years old and had dark brown hair and blue eyes as intense as the other's. The youngest one's eyes lit up as he had an idea. "I'll race you to the fifth mailbox around the bend." He proposed to the two other boys. "No thank you." Said the eldest but the small boy was already gone, leaving the other two behind. "No! Stop this!" I pleaded, but my yelling was in vain as the two boys continued walk leisurely and the third ran around the bend and out of sight. "HERO!" The boy cried a few moments later. Both boys ran around the bend as fast as they could in time to see a plateless, black van with no windows or markings speed away with the boy inside. "NO! NO!" I screamed. "STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!"
"NO!" I screamed sitting upright in my bed, drenched in a cold sweat. I put a hand to my face and felt tears. I quickly wiped them away. 27 seconds later John burst into the room, wearing his robe and looking extremely worried. "Sherlock! What happened?" He asked. "What do you mean, John?" I asked, unable to completely regain my composure but managing to steady my voice. "Well you were screaming in your bed, drenched in sweat, and fully clothed." He pointed out. "That's strange even for you." "I'm fine." I insisted. He gave me one more look before leaving and closing the door behind him. That's when I began to sob. That wasn't just a nightmare. It was a memory.
"Come on, Mycroft! Let me in!" I shouted. "Don't make me break down the door again!" He finally opened the door. "What do you want, Sherlock?" He demanded. "I want to talk about Vinson." I said. His eyes widened in shock and he stepped aside to let me in. We both sat at either side of his desk as we talked.
"It's been fifteenth years since we talked about him." Mycroft pointed out.
"Eighteen years actually." I corrected.
"Why do you suddenly want to talk?"
"You don't?"
"You know I don't like to dwell on the past, Sherlock."
"He was our brother!"
"You remember that day twenty one years ago as well as I do." Mycroft finally said. "We were walking home from school, Vinson ran ahead, and then …" His voice trailed off before he could finish. "Then he was taken." I mumbled, finishing his sentence. We were silent for a few more minuets. "Do you remember when we were kids and we used to play together?" I asked, a small smile on my face. "How could I forget?" Mycroft replied with a chuckle. "You were the hero, I was your archenemy and Vinson would swap sides based on the situation." "The adventures of Hero, Enemy and Archenemy." I mused.
"Don't you still call me your archenemy?"
"Of course not!"
"Don't lie, I know you do!"
"Well it doesn't really matter, does it."
"It mattered to Vinson." Mycroft murmured. "Don't you remember what he said when-" "Well I should really be off." I interrupted, getting to my feet. I was at the door before he spoke again. "You still have hope, don't you?" Mycroft asked. "For a few months after the incident you kept saying that he would be back. You still believe it, don't you?" I considered the question for a moment. Hope was for children and yet what else was I supposed to call it? I could always just lie to him but he just opened opened up like a jar; I hadn't seen him like this since just after the incident. "Yes, Mycroft." I admitted. "I still think he'll be back."
