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Hi everybody, well Im sorry if I mess up with this story.

For some time I had wanted to do this, but the college prevented me, all thanks to my freshman year, among other things, sorry if I screw up, understand that is my first fanfiction about Sherlock Holmes, I have always been dedicated to Stargate Atlantis, which I love but lately has not emerged the powerful spark for the imagination with SGA, I have decided to try with Sherlock, I will try to do something with elementary soon. Remember that this is not my only page also this Moon 1997-2. Thank you for everything and enjoy. (Sherlock is very difficult to write) Blessed be Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Here We go!

It was that special place. It was a sacred and secret place. No one, no one could touch it, his brother was an exception of apotheosis level, and that ... only because that time he was serious, he should not have been and he would not admit that he was dying of fear ... Mycroft arrived on time and his father scolded him everyday almost every time he could. For a few more seconds and Sherlock would not have lived, but all for his brother.

Everything depended on that place, that special drawer.

John didnt know.

- Hey, Sherlock ... are you better?
- Yes, do not worry Lestrade ..
- You still look a little pale, my friend.

Sherlock was sitting on the stairs of a house, a crime scene of course ..., with his hands still shaking, his face was pale ... he put his head on his legs. He had to control it. He knew he could. His breathing improved considerably.

- The geek already left the show?
- Shut up Donovan. This is serious
- Leave it Lestrade, the idiots just .. talk and ...if you answer them ...they will lower your IQ too ...

- Dont talk to me, breath.

Sherlock let out a cough somewhat congested still.

- Do You want me to call Mycroft? Greg asked as he massaged the detective's back.
- No no. please. Gregson. I do not want him to hit the cry in heaven for this, it's been something ... less. Without importance…
- Did not seem to be like this few minutes ago Sherlock. You were scaring me to the hell .
- Lestrade , do not you see that the geek is .. just want to get attention?
- Oh for God's sake Donovan, go speak ill of others or whatever you want with Anderson, God! Do not you see that it is something serious?
- Clear. Whatever you order, chief!

Sherlock lifted his head, and gave the captain a simple smile as he nodded his head.

- I think ... it's time to go ... home ...
- No Sherlock , youre going home with me .. you're still a little... Well ... you have not completely recovered ...
- No, it really is not necessary ..
-Sherlock. You do not have anyone at home ...John is traveling
- I do not need anyone…
- Sherlock, you know how to put this on. You know it gets worse every time
- I'll be fine, Greg!
- Well Sherlock, but do not yell at me, I just worry .. for you ..
- Needless..

Sherlock rose from the stairs and a sudden dizziness hit him, his body swaying.

- Hey, Hey buddy, are you okay? Oh God ... you see? No .. nothing is fine, nothing.
- Gregson! Sherlock slipped out of the captain's hands.
- Sherlock. Behave!
- I'll be fine Gregson, thanks but, I do not need to be with Mrs. Hudson. She will make me some teas.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, for God's sake! Why everyone is so intense with the subject ..
- Why? Sherlock Do you still ask?

Sherlock made a rather indecipherable gesture.

- It is .. something that .. we are friends .. I worry .. after the last time .. we thought we would lose you ..
- Look at that .. it will not happen again ..
- Sherlock ... and John?
- You know how it is ... it would go crazy and I do not know. He could shoot me
- It would not be for less, you have hidden this. For a long time…
- And I want to keep it that way.
- It's your personal life and I can not interfere in it ... it's your decision, but you know what I think about this
- Of course it is my decision, Lestrade. Otherwise you, along with Donovan would put a giant sign in my head ..

Gregson gave him a rolleye, Sherlock got the whistle and called a cab.

- Sherlock .. call me when you get home ... please do not forget ..
- Yes mom!.
- Sherlock ..
- Yeah, Gregson. I will do it. I will do it..

The captain closed the cab door, and watched the consulting detective walk away.

- Where we go , sir?
- 221B of Baker Street
- Yes sir.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Sherlocsherlocksherlocksherlocksherlocksherlock_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The knocker was perfectly aligned.

Sherlock went upstairs.

- Oh my Sherlock, how are you?
- Relax, Mrs. Hudson, I'm better.
- Oh my Sherlock, you want a tea?
- It would be fine ... Thank you ...
- Oh darling..

Mrs. Hudson descended the stairs. Sherlock went to bed on his couch, it was the most comforting thing he expected, but he knew there was a scolding in between. That separated him between his exhausted body and his sofa. When the Enter Mycroft was standing there with his perfectly rehearsed face.

- What do you want?
- Sherlock ... we had talked about it ...
- Do not yell at me…. I do not have time, and I do not have the patience to listen to your stupidities.
- We made a deal, right Sherlock? , You have to take them with you everywhere.
- That I remember we had not stayed in anything ..
- For God's sake ... Do you think this is a game? .
- Who told you?
- No one, you know I've been watching you ..
- Was it Lestrade?
-The captain would not betray you so low, though perhaps I should make you an offer, like when I made John ..
- Shut up and get out.
- No, I'm not leaving here until it's clear. What would dad and mom think if they...
- You would not!- Brother mine , I am capable of many things and this is one that costs me nothing. And not only to them also to John, I trusted that you would be an adult and tell him
- Your forms of blackmail are falling lower every day ..
- And yours to commit suicide ..
- I'm not trying to commit suicide
- What about this afternoon? Look at this instant I will call John so that when he comes, do not make cheap deductions
- I have said no!
- No more, you're an immature, I thought you'd handle it alone ..
-Give ...me... more ...time
- No, that was enough.
-Just ...more... time
- Do not! Is ringing now
- Do not! just ..jus...just..

- Oh Shit...Sherlock?