Journey
After Sherlock had started crying, Mycroft had knelt on the floor and pulled Sherlock down in front of him and held him. It was a strange experience, but somehow it had shocked neither of them. Sherlock had knelt on the floor with his head on his brother's chest, Mycroft had just put his arms on his back and not moved until Sherlock did. It was exactly how it used to be, when Sherlock was a child, before he had learnt how to protect himself, before he built the walls around himself. Mycroft would comfort him when he would get hurt or when Sherlock got upset over people's reactions to him. Sherlock stayed there for a few minutes, meanwhile, Mycroft had picked up his phone, wallet and passport and they both left the B&B without a word.
Sitting on the plane, Sherlock nearly laughed, how had it come to this? He had left London to keep his friends safe, to keep John safe. Instead he had ended up not only crying but being comforted by Mycroft of all people and John had almost died. Mycroft cleared his throat and Sherlock turned in time to catch something he threw, it was a small recorder with headphones. After putting the headphones in his ears he pressed play and listened, at first there was nothing but a soft rustle, wind blowing in the tree's, then footsteps and then he smiled, Mrs. Hudson on about equipment and schools.
He listened for a while before turning the device off and removing the headphones and putting it in his pocket for later. He nodded to Mycroft as thanks, next he handed over papers, medical records and notes. He glanced over them quickly. Only really paying attention to the long-term effects. Physically, John would be fine, mentally he was suffering from severe depression and PTSD. He also noted that his limp had retuned, Sherlock sighed to himself and put the papers down. They would be landing soon, and then he would only have a short amount of time before they reached the hospital.
What could he say to John? He would be furious. He had nearly killed himself, apparently to be with Sherlock and Sherlock wasn't even dead. If Sherlock just turned up at the hospital John would think he was crazy, or that he was, in fact, dead. Sherlock sighed. "For God sake" Mycroft came out with suddenly, making Sherlock jump, "Text him" he said before turning back to his phone. Text him? And say what exactly? He sighed again and took out his phone, opened a blank text and stared at it for a minute before typing and sending before he noticed what he had wrote. Smart Sherlock, so much for being a genius. He glared at the message
'I'm an idiot.'
Mycroft chuckled and Sherlock turned his head, mostly in shock, it was such a strange sound he didn't know how to react to it. Mycroft looked at him, amused, and lifted his eyebrows at Sherlock. Of course he knew about the text, Sherlock glared at him then Mycroft's phone started ringing. He shot a look at Sherlock, it was John.
Sherlock breathed in deeply as Mycroft answered the phone. Mycroft glanced at Sherlock before he replied into the phone "Yes" then he must have obviously got cut off as he put the phone down and rubbed his head. Sherlock let out a shuddering breath and looked out the window phone beeped as they climbed into the waiting car, he opened the message and winced.
'How could you'
For a change, he didn't want to text. If he had thought about coming home yesterday he would have been happy, but now, he was scared. How could he face John? He felt in his pocket and rubbed his fingers over the note. Did John really mean it? Not the idiot part, that part was true. He sighed and replied to the text hesitantly
'I'm an idiot'
His phone beeped almost immediately.
'Damn right you are, I'm going to kill you'
Sherlock almost smiled, he was thinking of a reply when his phone beeped again, he frowned at it before opening it and his frown disappeared.
'Where are you?'
Sherlock sighed as he replied.
'On my way'
'Can I?'
Sherlock held his phone and waited, he hoped he would say yes, he needed to see him, had no idea what he would say, but he needed to see him. Sherlock was walking back and forward in the hospital lobby when he finally got a reply, it was short but it made him sigh in relief.
'O.K'.