Heyy guys!
I promised I would write another longer fic for SHERLOCK OMG I LOVE SHERLOCK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH *cough cough* Ok fangirling over (ok, thats a lie, but i'll keep most of it inside). And here it is!
This is angsty, and has bromance between Mycroft and Sherlock. And John, but he isn't my main focal point. I needed that brotherly harmony between the Holmes boys, because I LOVED SEASON 3. And we need to delve deeper.
So this is about young Sherlock. The olden days. And how it turned him into what he is today.
So enjoy! I dont really know where this is going to end up, but it's been on my mind for a loooooooong while now. I needed to write it, so here is a taster chapter.
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Sally Donovan didn't like Sherlock Holmes.
She thought he was obnoxious, cruel, bitter, empty, and a total psychopath. He was a jealous show-off with no sense of gratitude or remorse.
Sally hated him.
He was an empty void.
But Sally watched wide-eyed as he cried.
Sherlock Holmes was crying.
Salt water tears trickling down his face and a look in his big blue eyes that said he was lost.
He wouldn't look at anyone.
But then that government guy – the powerful one, what was his name… Mikey? No, Mycroft, that was it, that pompous one that hated Sherlock (so, naturally, Sally admired him), he had the same look on his face.
And…
Oh my god.
The apocalypse had begun.
Mycroft was hugging Sherlock.
A man hugging Sherlock the Freak.
Oh.
Oh.
Sally got it now.
It was for attention. Had to be. No other reason why Freak would be crying.
Geez, that sentence didn't make sense…
So Sally couldn't help but laugh, and then she found a fist in her face and a voice in her ear.
"Maybe you should wait for the facts, Miss Donovan," Mycroft hissed.
Sally nodded.
Only then did anybody realise Sherlock had gone.
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