The fateful day that made history and irrevocably changed the way the world saw and affected Sherlock more than anyone could tell. It was a well lit night the day an innocent child was paralyzed in that unforgettable accident involving a recently made uni student soon to become a consulting detective and an innocent child. It was all Sherlock could do to not freak out and lose whatever little self-control he had left.
*Sherlock POV*
Getting ready for classes for that day was more tedious than usual as I had recently made a useful discovery that involved what some may call a mind palace and I kept getting sucked into all the useful information my brain held and what needed to be determined as unimportant and deemed necessary to delete permanently. No matter what I was doing at the moment I could get lost inside my brain just for a few moments and categorize all my thoughts until I needed to come out from my mind palace. After realizing that I needed to make my way to class, I went to the garage got my car and headed to class. Little did I know that it was going to be the worst mistake of my life and would forever change who I thought I was.
I was in the middle of stopping before the pavement to allow some pedestrians to pass when the inevitable happened, I was unwilling dragged into my mind palace and struggled to get out of there while unbeknownst to myself at the time putting a slight pressure on the gas that causes the car to lurch forward and for a terrible accident to be caused. After the impact I am thrown against the wheel and a child is hit with my vehicle. Several people rush forward to make sure that the kid is alright but no one thought to look at the horrible person behind the wheel of the cursed vehicle.
I ran as fast as I could to Mycroft's residence not caring who saw me break down just needing to gather comfort from the only source I could, my brother. I didn't even need to say anything as soon as I reached Mycroft, he just opened his arms and whispered hushed nothings to me until I calmed enough to face him and he made sure I was looking at him and sternly told me that sentiment was a chemical defect found on the losing side and you need to learn how to turn it off. Now I know I can get you out the charges but I think you need to at least try and straighten up your act. I've arranged for you to accompany the newly appointed Detective Inspector Lestrade. Do behave for him for me dear brother of mine.
A/N : I own nothing, I am american so it may not be correct "english" , and this piece of randomness hit me doing my dishes/p