Disclaimers: I don't own the characters of this story. Rated M for mature language and reference.
This story wont really follow the true Sherlock Holmes story, I just wanted to use these characters that I really love, hope this doesn't disappoint you all.
First Fanfiction, hope you'll like it! :] Pleas review if you enjoy it :D
The Point of No Return
1.
"Sherlock please!"
"Oh shut up Mycroft!"
"No! Please listen to me!"
"No. I won't listen to a single word you'll say. I don't mind you and your long boring speeches!"
"As your elder brother I have to care about you and I pretend you to listen to me!"
"Ah! Care about me!"
"Yes take care of you, Sherlock"
"Caring is not an advantage"
"Oh come on! I do, do beg you to listen to me"
"Ah! Begging what a week thing to do, don't you think? Don't be such a child! Tell me where did you put them. Tell me. Now!"
"No! Listen to me! Please Sherlock! If not for Mum at least for us…"
"Ah! For us!"
"Yes, for us"
"I haven't thought you take brother ship so seriously…
"Oh come on! Don't piss me off! You perfectly know what I'm talking about"
The room was dark, the moon light was weekly lighting Sherlock's shirtless body, his skin full of red and purple marks.
His hair was messy, his look miserable, his eyes dark, his lips pale as his skin, he was even skinner then usual.
It was probably the first time that Sherlock ever felt Scared. And Mycroft for sure noticed it.
Sherlock needed it. Now. The holidays oblige him to spend lots of time with his family and he was so bored and his brain so full.
He needed it. Now.
To stop the ghosts. To stop the ideas floating in his brain. To stop the melodies the formulas the pictures, the memories.
He needed it. Now.
To let him forget what's wrong and what's right. To let him forget which colour is blue and which one is yellow.
To let him forget his name, his family, his house, his town, the Government, the Queen, England, the States, the World, the Solar System, the Galaxy, the Universe. His Brother.
He felt his knees week.
Panic.
"God Sherlock…"
Mycroft came closer.
"God! Go stay away from me!"
"Please I can help you…"
"I need to help you. I can help you. I want to. I need to. I need to help you. I need you."
Make them stop for Christ's sake!
All the ideas, all the scenarios, the people.
Make them stop.
I just don't want them in my mind!
They're useless!
useful.
Useless.
Calm. Down.
Panic.