That's it! I know it's short, but if I can I might be able to write a sequel, not promising anything though. I hope you enjoyed my first full story I ever wrote :) Be kind :)
Chapter 2
Sherlock woke to the smell of breakfast being cooked downstairs. He hadn't realized that he'd fallen asleep, probably due to the tea Greg had given him. Smart man.
On the chair next to the bed was a towel and a note in his brother's neat handwriting.
Fresh suit in the wardrobe. Have a shower and join us downstairs. We need to talk.
He assumed that would be as openly supportive of the situation that his brother would be. He grabbed the towel and made his way into the en suite. After a refreshing shower where, he had time to contemplate how the last year had developed. John divorced Mary after learning the baby wasn't his, returned to 221B, and reduced his hours to part time at the clinic to be able to continue working with him. He had also kissed the detective. 9 months into their relationship, still only two other people knew: Mycroft and Greg.
With those two waiting downstairs, he shut off the water, dried off, and dressed in the suit his brother must have had his assistant bring from the flat he shared with John.
He stood in the doorway to the kitchen watching the two older men work around each other in perfect tandem. These two he could deduce, jobs, relationships, etc. This situation, not so much. He was still too hurt to think too much into it.
Greg noticed him first and pointed to the bar where the start of breakfast is laid out. "Pick a spot. Tea or coffee?"
Taking advantage of the option of coffee, since John wasn't a fan, he took a mug and prepared it to his liking. He sat in the seat at the end of the breakfast bar and added a few pieces to his plate. Even after all this time, he still didn't eat much.
Greg sat next to him and Mycroft continued to stand on the other ride of the bar in an oddly domestic display. It seemed his brother really did act different at home and out of the public eye of those who could judge him.
When Sherlock has his face pointed towards his lap, Mycroft nods at Greg to begin. "How're you takin' all this?"
A dry bark of laugher released itself from Sherlock, "Do you really have to ask that question first thing this morning? I'm sure even you can deduce the answer to that."
"Sherlock, behave," Mycroft chided him.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Sherlock tries again, "I'm… confused. What if the amnesia is permanent and he does not remember the last year? Forgetting Mary and that disaster, ok, but I am not sure if I could handle John forgetting that I am even alive. I do not want to hurt him again."
Both men nod in understanding. Mycroft speaks next with their plan, "We will be going back to the hospital this morning after breakfast. Since John would be more receptive to Gregory here, he will go in first and explain a few things to the good doctor and prepare him for your arrival. If he responds well, then you may go in the room. Deal?"
Frustrated, the younger man agreed.
Mycroft's phone pinged with a text message alerting him that the car was waiting out front of the flat to take them to the hospital. Grabbing their coats, the trio headed out.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Mycroft met with the nurses and was able to get clearance for all three of them to visit the patient providing that they don't upset him.
Patting Sherlock's shoulder and giving him a look of reassurance, the DI went into the room and shut the door with a soft click.
Directing his younger brother to the chairs situated outside of the John's room, the two settled in for a bit of a wait. Try as he might, Sherlock couldn't hear anything being said between the two men in the room behind him. He slumped down a bit in his chair, folded his hands into what John referred to as his "thinking position" and entered his Mind Palace. Making his way into the newly remodel John wing, he set about exploring, reliving memories he wished to use to help the blogger remember, and rearranging what he felt was most important.
Half an hour later, Greg poked his head out of the door calling for Mycroft to come in next. Unlike last time, the politician left the door cracked and Sherlock could hear their hushed tones. To keep himself from breaking down again, Sherlock counted the minutes and he looked up to see his brother standing at the door calling his name.
"Go ahead, Sherlock. Just be calm. He has a touch of amnesia, but you need to speak to him. Remind him of the last year in order to bring back those memories." As much as they argued, Sherlock did love his brother and what he had done for him. He shook his brother's hand before the he and the DI departed the room to wait outside.
Steadying himself, Sherlock pushed his way into the hospital room and sheepishly stood by the door until the man in the bed finally looked up from his lap and beckoned him in.
"John, I…"
"Sherlock, you…"
They spoke at the same time, both look up and share a small smile.
Chuckling, John spokes first, "So, you're alive, huh? Didn't see that coming."
Nodding his head and appreciating John wasn't going off the wall, again, he responded, "It would seem so. And when you are ready, we will return home…"
A little nervously, John asked, "To Baker Street, I hope?"
Finally Sherlock let a full blown smile show, he decided to dive straight in, "Of course. The other half of the bed would get cold without you. I am assuming that since you did not remember I was alive, that you do not remember we are in a monogamous relationship as well?" John nodded. "Thought as much. When you are released, you will come home with me and I am sure we can work things through until you have your full memory returned. We can even move your things back into your previous bedroom if you so prefer."
At the distant look in John's eyes after he finished speaking, "Something wrong?"
Nodding again, Sherlock looked a tad worried until John spoke again, "I thought you didn't speak for days sometimes? You just said a hell of a lot for a man who claims not to."
With an amused look in older man's eyes, Sherlock could almost believe that things just might be ok.
