Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Sherlock Holmes.
I have to give full credit to oLabyrintho for messaging me with this idea for a SH story. Now I'm not sure if I'll do every idea but hopefully it will be to her liking… and all of yours as well.
The carriage stopped at Baker Street with the sun shining down on the lantern at the right side of the cab door, opening it Mycroft Holmes stepped out to see the lanterns black writing that read 221b.
His shoes clicking on the cobblestones while he shut the cab door, in his hands an envelope that contained some information about a case he'd just gave his brother.
Going up the stone steps with one hand gripping the railing while the other held the envelope, he reached out for the door and casually knocked a few times; hearing footsteps sound from the other side he was silent until the slowly opened to show the landlady.
"I've come to see my brother. Is he here?" Mycroft asked, watching Mrs. Hudson move aside to let him step into the warm little home. Unbuttoning his coat he put it on the rack beside him, taking a moment to slide the hat from his head and also hang it up.
Mrs. Hudson waited patiently for him to finish before answering him, strands of her graying hair falling into her face that she pushed away before handing him the envelope he'd given her to hold.
"He's upstairs" She told him, he nodded and made his way up to his brothers bedroom door, almost afraid of what might be going on behind it. Knowing Sherlock could be doing anything from experiments to shooting at the wall, he swallowed turning the handle and opening the door to find it wasn't blocked like it would usually be with furniture.
The room was still a mess but it did not reek of chemicals when he stepped inside, "Sherlock?" He called out to hear no response. He walked inside a bit more, leaving the door open and stepping over the papers littered across the floor he looked to the bed; setting the envelope on a table turned his full attention to the bed.
He slowly walked to it and looked down to see a hand on the ground, his eyes widening as he practically jumped across the room and ducked down on the other side of the bed to find his brother on the floor.
His skin pale and drenched in sweat, while the pulse under Mycroft's fingers was rapid, he didn't even know Holmes was breathing until he bent down by his mouth. Relieved to feel a very faint breath hit his cheek he placed a hand on Holmes white shirt and shook him.
"Sherlock." He said in a normal tone of voice, getting no response he tried again. "Sherlock!" This time he slightly raised his voice, "My..croft."
The sound was like music to his ears as his brother's eyes opened half way, Mycroft's relief disappearing as Sherlock's eyelids already started to droop as he began losing consciousness again.
"No.. Try to stay awake." He told Holmes before turning back to the door, "Mrs. Hudson!" He said again with a slightly raised voice, luckily the landlady heard him. He could hear her footsteps coming up the steps and stopped beside him, the next thing he heard was her gasp with one hand covering her mouth.
"What's happened?" She asked the older sibling who shook his head; she was surprised how he still had a straight face as he looked up at her from his crouched position. "I'm not sure.. Where is the doctor?"
"He's busy at the hospital, all the doctors are." Mrs. Hudson replied, her voice was a bit shakier as she continued to look at the sickly Holmes.
"See if you can contact him." Mycroft ordered in a stern voice which she didn't question as she hurried out the door and downstairs quicker than when she came up.
Mycroft moved closer to Sherlock, holding his brother's head in his hands he looked down and closed his eyes before opening them to see Holmes looking at him.
"What happened Sherlock?"
"I.. had a fight with Watson before… he left. Then it's a... blur." Sherlock said quietly as his breaths still came slower than they should be; Mycroft knew the blur was when he passed out on the floor. He heard his brother speak to him again and turned his attention back down.
"Mycroft.. What a-are you-" Holmes was forced to stop his sentence as a harsh, deep cough ripped through his body. Mycroft held onto him to try and ease his shaking as the coughs made his body even weaker, he almost fell completely limp as Mycroft tapped his face.
"That's enough Sherlock, save your energy." He whispered stroking his brother's hair back when Mrs. Hudson came back into the room, "I can't contact the doctor by telegram. No one is replying." She said quietly running her hand over the side of her face as Holmes coughed again.
"Mrs. Hudson, if you would pull those blankets down so I can put him to bed." Mycroft said beginning to lift Sherlock off the ground. She pulled the blankets and sheet down to the foot of the bed before being told to leave for a moment by Mycroft.
When she left he helped Sherlock out of his clothes and into a clean pair of pants; getting him comfortable on the bed he called Mrs. Hudson back in, asking her to fetch some towels, water and tea.
She kindly obliged and went to do as he asked, coming back a few moments later with what he asked for as well as some extra things. "This is fine, thank you." He said politely while she made her way downstairs to make his tea.
Sherlock's eyes opened again, the tired gaze shifting to his brother he tried to say something but could only groan and curl up in a ball wincing as an unexpected pain ran through his body.
Mycroft knew what his brother wanted and got an empty bucket that was on the floor a few feet behind him, without a word he helped Sherlock lean over the bed and held the bucket up. Closing his eyes to the sound of his brother's weak retching while he rubbed soft circles on the back of his shirt.
When Mycroft was sure Sherlock was finished he placed the bucket to the side and wet a cloth with one hand, using it to wipe his brother's mouth as he got him settled once again on the cool bed.
Pulling the blanket and sheet up to his shoulders he watched Sherlock speak again. "Thank you.. Brother.. Mycroft." He whispered causing Mycroft to look at him with a serious expression before sighing at his brother's weakened voice.
"Hush now Sherlock.. Just try to rest." He said quietly as Sherlock's eyes closed and he fell asleep.
I will continue this In another chapter… cause I don't want to add anymore to this one right now. So until the next time… (which will hopefully be soon)