A Hit and Run

by phantomandcannibals

Drugs, drugs, and more drugs. 16 year old Sherlock is hooked and seemingly not going to quit his habit anytime soon, or not even at all. Along the ride into the danger of addiction, Sherlock's partner in crime and dear friend, Chandler is sinking into the life of a druggie. Mycroft has stood by and supervised until Chandler has to run, leaving Sherlock behind. But she may be back?

Young and dumb is what they were, labeling their destructive habits as experimenting. Perhaps it was experimentation, they were testing to see how close they could reach the brink of death without traveling to the other side.

Mycroft's responsibility of covering their asses was becoming far more difficult than it originally was. Their parents had almost discovered their dangerous addiction.

Experimenting with simple drugs like cannabis was where it began, but it opened a gateway to other substances. Addiction began to make an appearance in their lives, and caused a great deal of trouble for the pair.

One fateful day, she ran.

She got caught up in dangerous business that neither Mycroft or Sherlock were aware of. Sherlock was only 16 at the time, but Mycroft was 23 and fully aware that when she left, it was for the best of Sherlock's wellbeing. Therefore, he was thankful.

Mycroft paid every dealer and junkie in the area to refuse selling Sherlock his craving. Then, made the decision to move off to London, distancing them from the area.

Sherlock lived with Mycroft for the next 11 years in his home, and went to school. He was a naturally intelligent man, gifted in the art of deduction and observational skills. He began assisting the Yard, with the help of his brother pulling a few strings.

Finally, deciding he was sober, moved into his own flat. Overtime, meeting a Doctor John Watson. Accompanying him on his dangerous escapades, something that soothed his aching craving for the very narcotics he escaped.

Things seemed to be going smoothly, being his usual cynical and demeaning to others self. That was a front he created to ward off those who attempted to be close with him. Ever since she ran, with no word or goodbye, he saw no real purpose in trusting people. Especially because they all seem to run off and away from him no matter what situation.

He preferred it this way, it saved him stress and emotional exhaustion.

Unfortunately, that came to close within a few weeks time later.

The bell rang but it was a very light and seemingly timid pressure with a few seconds held.

That was not a client.