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"This way," the nurse guided John, Sherlock and Lestrade into the hospital room,

It was cold, sterile and there sat a dark auburn haired 12 years old with piercing ice blue eyes he was sitting on the hospital bed in contemplation. A side of his hair was shaven with 8, 10 stitches?

John walked towards the child and kneeled at his side of the bed, he did not turn around nor did he show his recognition of their presence, the only thing that had set him off was Sherlock's laugh,

"Pff f-a, ah ha ha ha!"

"What is it?!" Lestrade exclaimed, "I fail to see anything amusing."

"Oh, well it's just that he reminded me of someone, a-and the haircut and all." Sherlock gestured as he cried in laughter, putting John and Lestrade in sheer confusion.

"The doctor will come in a moment," said the nurse, the inspector shook his head in approval.

"No, really, but also I wanted his attention quick,"

Sherlock lifted his feet and onto the hospital bed and the boy looked at him the way he would look at anyone who would dare. There was an immediate spark between them- as Lestrade had observed,

"No, no Sherlock! Get off the patient's bed!" John pushed his leg off and held the boy on the shoulder,

"Get, off, me…" he responded with a surprising, intimidating voice to a point that made John and the inspector shift inches from him.

There was a long pause, and then John said sighing,

"Well, um… can you tell us your name?"

"M- Myc…"

"Michael?" Lestrade suggested,

"Yes, I'm Michael," but of course that was a fake alias the boy knew that it was safer and for the best.

"Age, you look like 11-12 ish?"

No reply, then Sherlock finally asked,

"Where do you come from? Give me anything, any recollections." Sherlock pondered,

"Or anything…"

Long silence.

"Why would I tell you?" the boy replied,

"Well, anyways," John turned to the two men, "definitely an amnesiac, retrograde amnesiac undoubtedly caused by that head trauma…"

Then looking at the child,

"Let us introduce ourselves, I am Doctor John Watson," whilst pointing to the relative direction, "that is Sherlock Holmes and that is Greg Lestrade, the one who saved you."

John smiled and he then 'Michael' smiled, but Sherlock knew it was false of course,

"You were trained in the military right?"

Taken aback once more he was shocked at his remarked and so was Lestrade but Sherlock just stood there who seemed to be examining the polystyrene tiled ceiling then the boy's newly castd left arm but of course he knew that he was observing and making a deduction-

"An army doctor, from Afghanistan. You hid your thumb when you point at Mr. Holmes,"

"Unbloody believable! Another one, another bloody one?!" Lestrade snapped in utter disbelief.

Holmes, the name sure did ring a bell to him- next thing he knew he found himself in his mind city, empty at first then he heard traffic from afar closing in towards him as if streams of new information had flooded his mind. He woke up again only a few seconds in reality… Holmes,

"Hello?" Lestrade whispered to him,

He suddenly woke up to say,

"Inspector…" he quickly took a look at him and from Holmes to Lestrade, "You are a detective inspector who often requires assistance with difficult cases and tend to turn to Mr. Holmes and you have been affiliated with each other for quite a few years… 4, 5?"

"Would you look at that?" John was very impressed,

"Simple really," Sherlock disagreed, "From your brains, well."

"Gentlemen are you a family of his?" said a voice from behind it was a doctor, the boy's doctor,

"No, I'm detective inspector Lestrade from Scotland Yard and these are my partners in work. We would like to know what had happened to him, or his background to help with his current condition. We wish to find the person who had assaulted the boy…" Lestrade reasoned.

John questioned "We?"

"Very well but please, try not to stress the boy out he's only woken up and is currently recovering. Anyway, take a look at this- he's also failed to provide his personal details due to his condition therefore we had to look at his medical records,"

Lestrade and John went up to look at the doctor's monitor whilst Sherlock stood idly still staring at the Michael and Michael staring at him.

"This can't be right" he then looked at Lestrade, "What do you think inspector?"

"By law everyone in the country must have a regulated registration of their birth, where had he been all his life? This should've been reported not even long before his birth!"

"Yes I know that, I'm a doctor," John complained," but this… it doesn't, it's unlikely."

"Well I'm hoping the National DNA Database has answers, it is our last resort."

1 week later…

"He is now allowed to be discharged from the hospital."

"Well, then I'll see you later."

The nurse nodded to John and they parted ways.

The boy and John head out of St Bart's and took a taxi to the social services where he will be put into temporary care in a foster home until everything was sorted out,

"I look ridiculous!" the boy exclaimed in his hospital garment, "I don't have proper clothing on!"

"They'll have everything sorted once we get to our destination, with non-school uniform clothes for sure." John replied, "I'm holding it for the police, for examination do you understand what that is?"

"Of course I do, I am not stupid."

"No you're not." John sighed.

The entirety of the journey consisted in silence when finally John broke the silence,

"Do you remember anything else that we haven't asked you?"

"Yes of course,"

"Well…"

"I, I have a brother it was almost instinct- as if he was the key to all this, at first I didn't know his name, then something came to my mind with Mr. Holmes' name,"

"Yes well to no surprise, he's unique his mind is a 'racing engine', he solves cases, I blog about it- we're pretty well known in London."

"Is this what London looks like? I never knew that it was so," Michael had his mouth gaped upon finishing his sentence,

"Yes, diverse, expensive, touristic?"

'Contemporary,' he thought

Wait Holmes, had he said? Of course he may be an unusually quick recovering amnesiac but if with the boy's intellect he may be, just may be a relative from the Holmes' family.

"So where do you come from, where are your parents?" John inquired,

"Oh they're fine, happily tucked away in thick woodland- in Castle Combe,"

"Uhm, Sorry- I don't know where that is."

"It's in Wiltshire…" Michael responded nonchalantly,

"I- I thought you don't know anything, since you've failed to give any answers to our queries at St. Bart's." declared John,

"Doctor Watson, just because I'm amnesiac does not mean I've forgotten everything,"

"Right sorry, you see- not a psychiatrist, just a general practitioner and a former British army doctor."

"Fortunately..." Michael murmured with indifference to what he's currently hearing."

"Well, why are you not worried about them, they're likely to be searching for you? Do you know that you're 100 miles away from home?

"I'd rather not return home without my baby brother, there would be - severe consequences," Michael confided, '…And I thought you didn't know where I live."

Michael, maybe, just maybe there was a slight chance that this brother of yours is-"

"NO, no he isn't if you think that is,"

"I haven't even said,"

"I knew what you were going to say Doctor that it is confabulation due to my amnesia, but I am absolute that my brother exists!"

"Yes, you were more or less correct, you had even known the term…"

"Humph," the boy stared out of the window eyes closed and in concentration, 'that's it I, I think I know what's going on, only if—'

"NO! Get away from him, please…" he cried.

The doctor jumped from shock of the sudden noise and immediately assisted the collapsed boy,

"Driver, can you take us to 221b Baker Street instead," the doctor stressed.

"What are you doing, please stop, don't hurt him…"

John was worried-he had become quite worried for his mental and physical welfare. He checked his temperature it was hot suddenly, he had irregular heartbeat, he was tense, sweating, trembling… all common signs of a nervous breakdown.

Similar to Sherlock's once, when he became depressed- when his mind was in a state of chaos it took him everything in his power to try and calm him down, only to be confronted by his brother at the end when he did.

The boy was experiencing emotional and psychological trauma, trouble is he was talking about his brother before this all happened, and worse—he doesn't know who his brother is-his stability…