Chapter 2 – Death of me

I should have seen those signs all around me

But I was comfortable inside these wounds

So go ahead and take another piece of me, now

While we all bow down to you

"Sherlock What in the bloody hell!" The doctor all but shouted as he stood outside of the room. The ever oblivious detective just giggled in that cocaine haze sort of way. "Oi, Watson, come to join?" He asked as he waved his hand for John to enter.

"Join? Are you absurd!? What do you think you are doing with drugs!" John said as he walked in and grabbed up the small bag of left over cocaine. Sherlock was too fuzzy to realize until it was too late, but John was out the door and dumping it down the drain. "H-hey that was mine! I worked real hard to get that!" He stumbled as he stood, trying to get his footing; knocking over the ottoman in the process. "Well, not anymore now is it?" John asked as he crossed his arms. "Drugs Sherlock? You of all people! I just, I can't believe-" At that moment, a sharp knock was heard down the stairs, along with the buzzer. It was nearing close to 11 pm and he couldn't fathom who would be at the door this time of night. Ignoring it, he went back to chewing the detective out.

Unbeknownst to them, it was Mycroft, Sherlock's ever worrisome older brother. Mrs. Hudson had let him in and he quickly walked up the stairs and right into the midst of the small quarrel. "Drugs! These don't help your case they muddle your brain not to mention the effects they have on you!" John was attempting to give a lecture as Sherlock grabbed his arms and threw him rather roughly against the wall. "Effects? Do you not think I know of the effects of drugs? Dear little Watson, I did this for years before I met you. Why do you think my brother of all people decided I needed a flatmate? For convenience? No! So I wouldn't relapse. You don't get why I take these and you are being a mewling quim!" He snapped, anger was amidst in the ice blue eyes as he stared down at the smaller, yet older male. His strength was twice what it normally was thanks to the drugs.

Of course, Sherlock wasn't exactly a weakling, just thin and lanky. He lifted a hand and was ready to strike the doctor when a gloved hand grabbed his. Mycroft squeezed roughly and pulled Sherlock off, making the younger male topple to the floor. "Dear brother, I thought I told you what would happen if your drug use got out of hand again? I am glad the doctor here called me when he did."

Watson sputtered for a second, still taken a back that Sherlock had raised a fist in pure anger at him. No matter the fighting, they never went to blows."I-I-I how did-did you know to come here?" He asked curiously as Mycroft turned and smiled gently. "I went to all the usual places Sherlock used to get his drugs. I have kept tabs on them just on the up chance my brother decided to return to doing this. I deduced that by chance, when he had gotten the drugs but did not stay that he had come home. On checking my security cameras, I saw him return to 221b baker street approximately one hour ago. I came as fast as I could, really I did." He said in that snide voice that made both, Sherlock and John flinch slightly. Sherlock was furious, he saw red as he stood and charged at his older brother. Mycroft easily disabled him with an arm lock. The ever calm older Holmes smiled at his brother "really now? Do you think you can take me little brother?" He asked in his ear as Sherlock growled and fought. John had no idea what to do but stand there and stare at the two Holmes brothers as they tangoed in the bedroom. Soon enough, Mycroft had Sherlock subdued and he settled on the bed, rubbing his nose slightly.

"Now, if I have to, I will place people on you Sherlock. So, if you leave or do anything of the sort you will be followed and watched. If you cannot contain his drug addiction I will have you thrown right back into rehab." Mycroft stated. Sherlock sneered "I refuse to go back to one of those god forsaken places where they try to pick my brain apart! I know exactly what they want to hear I will be out before you know it anyway brother." He snapped as he glared under the curly brown bangs of his hair. Mycroft smiled, "not if I pay them off you won't. Now, contain the drug addiction. I assume your doctor will keep close tabs on you?"

Watson shook his head, "I do have a job you know, at the clinic. I can't just up and not go to work they need me!" He said calmly and Mycroft shrugged, "what if I pay you double they are paying you to stay home and watch him? At least until he gets all this out of his system, and really brother, why didn't you come to me when you needed a case this badly? I could have had a dozen cases for you."

"Fuck you, Mycroft." Sherlock snarled as Mycroft smiled and patted John's shoulder. "Watch him, look for a transaction by tomorrow sometime of your pay for a month. I will talk to the clinic myself on your behalf, goodnight doctor, brother." At that, the older male was out the door and gone. John just stared curiously at Sherlock who was still grumbling, though the euphoric high was slowly coming off of him. "Well, that was a fun evening now wasn't it?" John snapped as he stilled looked upon his flatmate. "I am going nuts in this place when I am not working and now your brother has hired me as a nanny for you! I can't say no either I know it needs to be done!" He gave an exasperated sigh and stomped out of the room. Sherlock stood and slammed his door without a word.

"Quietly, John peaked out the door and looked around. Sure enough, two men were standing there and he frowned. At least he knew that Sherlock would not be able to waltz right out and go get more of the wretched substance. Though, he also knew that meant the detective would be going through withdrawals which he had seen plenty of times; on and off the battlefields. A rough few days were a head and he wasn't going to enjoy it one bit. Checking the medicine cabniets, he was sure he had everything they may need to help him go through the withdrawals without going to a clinic or hospital, which was not the best idea with how famous they both had become.

John could see the headlines now: Genius Consultant Detective a Druggie! He shook his head and shivered at the thought. Sighing, the male decided it was best he retire for the night and hope tomorrow would be a better day.