"Do not say her name like that." Mycroft said calmly after the two had gone.

"Giving that woman her name isn't going to magically transform her into the real Athena you know." Sherlock growled.

"You can't talk, look who's living with their Alpha without even knowing." Mycroft scoffed, Sherlock sat down in a huff.

Athena, the one who'd gone with John, wasn't the real thing. Athena was just a name given to her to protect her identity while working with his
brother, the real Athena had died years ago. Athena had been Mycroft's Omega, Sherlock had never gotten on with his brother but he found him even more intolerable after Athena's death. It was the only time Sherlock had ever felt pity for his brother, loosing an Omega was soul crushing. Mycroft was a shadow of his former self because of it, much like Sherlock had been these last few years without John.

Athena had died because of The Facility, her death had prompted Sherlock's own escape. An escape which had ultimately succeeded, if you could call it that. He'd left The Facility behind but he'd lost John. He'd wanted to keep John safe, which is why they tried to get away, it had backfired.

"So, are you planning on telling him any time soon?" Mycroft asked,

Sherlock shook his head.

"He'd never believe me anyway." He sighed.

"You may not have a choice." Mycroft sighed, "My connections inform me that Scotland Yard had discovered the remnants of The Facility."

Sherlock was on his feet in seconds.

"Lestrade will no doubt want you insight. Once he himself is informed, it's all very hush hush now" Mycroft continued.

Sherlock opted not to reply, instead he began to pace back and force nervously. He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to investigate, perhaps
some of the technology there could help John remember. On the other hand their files would most likely still be there, it would be impossible to
hide them from the MET. He'd think of something. He'd have to.

Exactly on cue the new Athena returned with John a few moments later, he looked very put out. No doubt he'd made some move toward her and she'd denied him. He gave Mycroft the signal to leave, said signal being that he stopped replying to everything he said and generally ignored his existence completely.

Even though The Facility was long gone, it's members were still around. Somewhere, Sherlock knew they were. And he'd stopped trusting Mycroft the day he began following their orders, that was years ago. He'd only just entered mid-adolescents when he realized what was really going on, when he realized what Mycroft was, what he was going to be. Naturally his brother no longer worked for them but should they come back...Sherlock wasn't sure.

-oOo-

Cold case from seven years ago has gained new evidence. It's not much but if anybody could solve it now it would be you. Will you come? - GL

A grin plastered itself on the detectives face. This should be a challenge! Finally something interesting was going on! It had been almost a month since Mycroft's visit and Sherlock was beginning to suspect his brother was stopping crime all by himself. There had been only a handful of cases and they had been simple, the longest took only a day and a half. John would be pleased, eh could stop shooting the walls now and let the man sleep.

He dragged John down the stairs and into the cab, he prayed the case wasn't a mediocre one, he didn't want to get all excited for nothing. When he arrived at the yard he could see Lestrade waiting for them in one of the crime labs, a dusty box, obviously the old case files, sat on the desk along with laptop.

"I could kiss you Lestrade," John sighed, "Sherlock's been treated the bullet holes in our walls with more bullets."

"Well, you could ask me out first." Lestrade snorted, clearly be felt sorry for John. Sherlock made a mental note to allow his blogger to sleep. After, this case.

"What do you have for me?" Sherlock cut in, eager to get to the work.

"Seven years ago important documents were stolen from a British Secret Service office." Lestrade began, "At 11:34 at night, November 1st, somebody broke in and stole them, these files had all the names and information of all the secret agents Britain has, or had at the time."

Sherlock felt the blood draining from his face, the other men took no notice.

"Two of the guards on duty were killed, otherwise nobody saw the perp, got in and out within a six minute period and left no traces." Lestrade finished, "Up until recently its pretty much been forgotten until we discovered this."

The inspector held up a disc.

"It's from a security camera pointing to the alley behind the office building, until recently it's been too hard to see anything on."

"What's changed?" John asked.

"Technology, something scrambled the code within the camera pretty badly but finally technology has advanced enough for us to get a clear enough picture." Lestrade grinned, "At least that's what the labs tell me."

"How do you even know there is anything on the camera?" Sherlock asked trying not to sound nervous.

"It was the only one in the vicinity with any damage." Lestrade answered, "Therefore we think something's on it."

"Unlikely, could of been an accident." Sherlock argued hoping he didn't sound to suspicious.

"Unlikely, somebody short circuited it with a burst of electricity." John replied as he read the file.

"I will take a look." Sherlock concluded, "But you have to get out, your being annoying."

"Sherlock!" John scolded.

"I can only take so many average minds in the room at once, John you can stay." Sherlock nodded, sighing Lestrade left the room after handing over the disk. Sherlock intended to snap the disc in half but John had taken it from him before he got the chance and placed it within the computer.

The film was grainy but it clearly showed an alleyway with a few trash bins, John began to fast forward until the clock showed 11:40.

"The criminal should be a long any time." he mused, Sherlock hummed in response, there was no going back now. Just as it has happened two figures clad in black came running through the ally, stopping to rest on their knees. One was tall, thin and had snow white curls, the other was shorter, stocky and had bright gold hair.

"Wow, I didn't think there would be two, or that one would be so old!" John exclaimed pointing to the snow white hair of one of the perps, "Too bad they both have their faces pointing toward the ground…"

"Are you ok Sherlock?" Came John's voice form the recording

John froze.

"I'm fine...John." Sherlock panted, his white hair slowly became black at the sides.

"You're tired." John argued, standing up so his face was clearly visible, an exact replica of the John who was watching the recording only younger and with much brighter hair.

"We need to move." Sherlock said seriously.

"Sherlock let me-"

"Not now!" The young Sherlock looked straight at the camera with burning white irises and reached out his hand.

"Security camera." He noted.

There was the sound of crackling electricity and for a brief moment something in Sherlock's open palm glowed and suddenly there was static.

Sherlock watched John carefully as he took in what he'd just seen.

"That was...us." he gaped, "But I don't...we never…"

While John was busy muttering Sherlock ejected the disk and held it in his hand, quickly removing his glove and grasping the disk between his thumb and forefinger.

"Just trust me John and do as I say." He ordered seriously, he saw John swallow nervously.

Sherlock felt the usual buzz of adrenaline as he forced the energy into his hand, John's eyes widened as a small streaks of bright white lightning formed between Sherlock's fingers. The sparks then fizzed and covered the disk for a few seconds. Sherlock watched as John stumbled back as part of his hair turned white as his eyes. Finally he returned to his normal appearance and placed the now blank disc onto the table.

"I've whipped it clean, the footage is gone." He whispered quietly, "We are going to go outside, tell Lestrade the disc was corrupt and then we are going home. Understand?"

John nodded dumbly, obviously overwhelmed with what he just saw.

"You just, conjured lightning," He breathed, "In your hand!"

"Shhh," Sherlock hissed, "Later, right now we need to get back to Baker Street, it's not safe."

Coming Soon: Scotland Yard discovers The Facility and John and Sherlock face some old demons. And if John's 'life' is a fake history then who is Harry? ;)

Reviews = Faster updates :) The more inspired I am the faster come the updates and reviews make me inspired :) I'd love to hear what you think!

Note: I'm no techno whizz. I know the idea of colored security camera seven years ago is far fetched but

1. This is fanfiction :P
2. It was a really important building 3
. Because I say so :P