So, this will be longer story. The summary is kind of short as I don't want to reveal too much right now as the story will be over a long one and will have some twist and turns. . I have so far written a draft for the whole story that will probably be a bit about 40 chapters. As I will never leave a story unfinished I promise you will get them all and I will post regularly.

Some warnings. The story will have some descriptions of violence. I am not a good judge whether people consider them graphic or not. But please look at the tags that might be added.

The usual: I don't own Sherlock, I just like it and borrowed those characters and twisted the original stories.


He knew the pain was there. It must be there. He was hit on his head quite hard. He felt blood streaming down from his temple. He was lying on the cold floor of some kind of cell, his hands tied behind his back. But somehow he didn't feel anything, no pain, nothing. Shock – his brain provided as an answer. Yes, shock. This could not be real. The last two hours were just surreal. Yes, he expected to die on this mission. Mycroft made that very clear and once he himself had seen the task and recognized the obstacles he had to agree. Infiltrating the network of Anton Baracnik was a suicide mission. Back then he thought that he would be able to beat Mycroft in his estimation of the six months, maybe only for a couple of week, but he had sworn to try everything to prove him wrong. One last battle between him and his brother even though he would not be able to see his brothers face even if he made it.

But now everything was different. This mission turned out to be so different. He had made it beyond the six months prediction, but he now believed that was a trick. He didn't expect to meet him here. In all the files and all the information he got there was no hint that he would be behind all this. And Mycroft didn't give him a hint either. Had he really not known who Anton Baracnik was? Or was Mycroft so cruel to just let him run into this fate without a single warning? His brain couldn't provide him with an answer to that question, but it really didn't matter anymore either. He was here and so was Sherrinford aka Anton Baracnik, no doubt about that. And everything that was to happen in the future would not be pleasant. The things his twin did to him were never pleasant, not in the past, not when they were small kids, not when they were teenagers, not the last time they had seen each other back in Cambridge. While Sherrinford as unpredictable most of the time there was one thing Sherlock could always count on. Ford was always cruel, either in a twisted, psychological way and if that didn't lead to defeating his twin brother than Ford had to qualms about using physical means to get what he wanted.

The more Sherlock thought about the past, about his childhood and youth, the more he felt the fear creeping into his thoughts. He hasn't seen Sherrinford since he had left England back when they were both students. It was at the end of their first year at university. They were both bored, but his brother adventured into the criminal world to cure his boredom and wanted Sherlock to join him. It was the only time he didn't get what he wanted, even though he had tried with all means. In the end Sherlock asked Mycroft for help. It was his last resort, to save himself and more importantly to save Victor. Mycroft had never helped him when it came to deal with his psychopathic twin brother. Like their parents Mycroft always saw Sherlock as the problem. Sherrinford was much too good at playing the good boy when Mycroft or their parents were around. And he always had a good explanation for the bruises and cuts on Sherlock's body and so it was always Sherlock who ended up being viewed as the strange one, the one who was not normal. Sherrinford even managed to get him sectioned once. A deep shudder travelled through Sherlock's body when he thought about his time in the mental institution. So back at university asking his older brother for help was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was the only way that was left. In the end Sherrinford fled the country, cursed his brothers and threatened them with revenge. But until now Sherlock had never ever heard something from him and he had never bothered to ask Mycroft about him. It was an undisputed in the Holmes family to never even say his name. Even when Sherlock was traveling all over the world dismantling Moriarty's network he had never heard anything of a criminal that bear any resemblance to Sherrinford. But now here he was, leading a growing criminal network that had filled the void left when Sherlock destroyed Moriarty's network. Wasn't that ironic, that he had paved the way for his crazy brother?

Sherlock's thoughts were interrupted when the door of his cell was opened and one of his brother's minions came in.

"Time to have some fun, the boss said." That was all he said and it was enough to make Sherlock quiver in fear.


Thank you for reading.

English isn't my mother tongue, so if you see any mistakes, please tell me. Other feedback is of course also very much appreciated.