A Place to Call Holmes

by ha3blondechick

Poor Sherlock is sick and he can't deal with it alone. But that is ok, for he is not alone. This is the story about what is wrong, and how Mycroft and John help Sherlock get better in his time of weakness.

2. Chapter 2

Sherlock knocked on Mycroft's door. When he answered he was surprised to see Mycroft wearing soft sweatpants and a cashmere sweater. He held out a gift for Sherlock and was amused by the puzzled look on Sherlock's face.
"What's so shocking little brother? Put these on! Its been a crap week for the British Government. Come on now. Hurry up."

Sherlock did as he was told and left to the other room and he began to put on the fuzzy pajamas that Mycroft had picked out for him. Mumbling to himself; of course they are matching...

The two brothers sat together on the couch so much closer than they ever had been since they were little boys. Mycroft noticed how thin Sherlock was, he couldn't even hold up his bottoms. The nasty memories from their childhood began to return.

"I'm so sorry Sherlock! I'm so sorry..."
Genuine concern made Mycroft's voice weak. He was holding back tears and he held Sherlock closer.
"No Myc, Its my problem Its my fault"
"No Sherlock, Its my fault. And I am sorry. I am so truly sorry but I can not help you fix this mess I have made for you. You have to fix it your self.