I do not own BBC Sherlock. Sherlock is 7 and Mycroft is 14. Sherlock's Point Of View.
Jumped Off A Building
By waterrain
My older brother jumped off a building, he is in the hospital, and I wonder if it is my fault. For I had called him fatty a grand total of six times yesterday because he ate the cookie that I wanted to eat. Was it suicide? Mummy and I are here at the hospital waiting to hear the news about Mycroft. She is handing my hand, tears running down her cheeks, and I feel as if this is unreal. After several minutes we entered the hospital room that Mycroft is staying in for the moment.
"Was it something that I did that caused you to jump?" Mummy asked through her tears.
"No."
"Was it because I called you a fatty?" I asked bluntly and the numbness was wearing off for it seems like my brother will be okay. He is bruised, but there is no broken bones.
"No, Sherlock."
"Did someone push you?" I asked my brother and he looked at me.
"No."
"Then why did you jump?" I asked him and he closed his eyes. "Hey, Mycroft! Answer me!"
"To be honest I wanted to have a near death experience. It was no one's fault and I'm not suicidal." Mycroft said in the low voice, he opened his eyes, and looked at us. "I wanted to test out a theory and see if it works. The theory of falling correctly where one can survive and hopefully come out without any broken bones."
"That's a stupid reason, Mycroft. Why would you want to have a near death experience? One doesn't go looking for one." I snapped at him, mummy walked out the door, and Mycroft looked up at the ceiling. I felt my cheeks, they are damp, and my eyes are hurting. "You are suppose to be smart and smart people do not go looking for near death experiences. You could have died for goodness sake!"
"I will not go looking for another near death experience. I'm sorry, Sherlock." He commented quietly, I walked up to his hospital bed, and looked at him.
"What is the real reason?" I asked him and he looked away from me.
"This will not happened again." Mycroft promised me and he wiped my cheeks with his hands. "I'm the older brother and I can't leave my little brother behind for you would be lost without me. Not to mention mummy would be heart-broken that she outlived one of her children."
"What was it like jumping off of a building?"
"You better not jump off of a building, Sherlock." Mycroft stated firmly and I gave him a faint smirk.
"Maybe I will one day and then you will see what it is like having a brother jump off of a building." I said to him, he sighed deeply to himself, and I thought for a moment. "I wonder if I would die? You managed to survive. So, I think my chances are pretty good."
Mummy walked back in, she looked slightly better, and sat down in a chair.
"Next week you will be going to talk to someone and they might be able to help you." She said to Mycroft. He nodded his head slightly before closing his eyes and I wonder who Mycroft is going to talk to…
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