AN: Alright well here's the second chapter hope you enjoy!
"Well I haven't ever seen him like this before. He's having really bad nightmares all the time and he can barely solve the cases he gets because he's so tired. Of course when it comes to pestering me he has unlimited energy." Mycroft gave me an understanding smile as he stirred his coffee. "Well I'm glad you called me about this. It is quite unusual but not unheard of. The last time I recall him losing his senses like this was as a young teenager, he had become quite hormonal one could say."
"So how did that turn out then? Was there anything you did to help him or did he just bounce back eventually." I was more stirred up about the situation at hand that I would have liked to admit. Sherlock had a certain likeability factor to him even though he could be a complete arse. I could understand why Mycroft worried about him so much. He was more than intelligent when it came to the happenings around him but the subtle displays of emotion every now and then combined with his usual insensitivity made me think that there was a lot he was hiding, things that right now seemed to be troubling him more than ever.
"It takes a certain amount of sensitivity to be able to pick up other peoples thoughts to the point where it bothers him and then see the reactions in another person. And I believe something like that can get quite overwhelming. Perhaps some time off might help him." Mycroft explained to me.
"So you're suggesting for him to go somewhere...on vacation?" I asked sceptically. It wasn't that what the man said didn't make sense, it was because he simply couldn't imagine Sherlock on vacation. Him and his trench coat...on vacation at a sunny beach...on vacation.
"Yes" Mycroft smiled up at me "I would be more than happy to pay for the trip, since it is my brother who requires it."
"A-Alright then, I guess it is worth a shot." I replied still unable to imagine how it would turn out.
I returned back home with take out and a list of things that could help Sherlock calm down from my therapist. Sherlock lay on the couch, eyes closed but I knew he wasn't asleep. "I brought food"
"I'm not hungry" I rolled my eyes but placed the bag of the food in front of him. I had lived with him long enough to figure out what his favourite food would be despite the fact that he ate about twice a week. I wondered briefly if that wasn't the reason why he was going more insane than he already was. Maybe his caffeine levels finally peaked. That, along with the twenty nicotine patches he used every week. I watched from the corner of my eye as he smelled the bag and then moved to reach in and take the cookie out. It amused me that he always ate the dessert first, like a little child. I took my take out over to the chair along with my laptop and began to search for vacation venues that Sherlock wouldn't find absolutely boring.
"Sherlock for god's sake just eat normally already." I hissed at him as he speared one of my pasta with his fork and bit half of it off before placing the other half on his tray and writing in his notebook. Mycroft could not have thought this through any worse. "I'm testing just how much the altitude of a plane affects your taste buds and if you would have not put me here in the first place I wouldn't be doing this" Sherlock hissed back at me. "It was not my idea! Your brother came up with this!" I tried to eat the rest of my plane food as fast as I could so Sherlock wouldn't steal anymore. My new worst nightmare was getting stuck in a plane for six hours with Sherlock beside me.
"It's so BORING he shouted through the plane turning a few heads towards us. I looked around and then try to calm the detective down, as he started drumming his fingers on the tray. "Look look, Sherlock, why don't you try watching a movie, you always have fun finding the flaws right?" I told him beginning to get stressed out myself.
I eventually made it out alive six hours and a helicopter ride later but we found ourselves literally stranded on an island. The house and the beach was quite well equipped and everything but we were literally stuck on an oval little island with palm trees. "He rented an island..." I looked around incredulously "He rented out a bloody island!" Sherlock didn't look pleased at all either but I guessed it was at least the ideal place for the therapists suggestions
Sherlock let out an exasperated growl "Great! What are we going to do here for five days?!"
I sighed "Well I guess we will work on your therapy..." I spoke quietly but got a pretty threatening glare in return. "My what? I don't need therapy John, I need a case, something entertaining!" This was going to be just wonderful wasn't it, I thought and then picked up my suitcase "I'm going to go unpack now. Maybe by then you'll admit to yourself that your highness does need help."
AN: So this was pretty much the second part of the introduction (sorry for the slow start) but things are going to get rolling in the next chapter. As always reviews are greatly appreciated!
