AN: It's half term, yay!

Lily

'Mycroft... Wh-who w-was that m-man?' I ask. I finally managed to stop shaking after about a quarter of an hour.

'He knew you. Before you... before.' Says Mycroft from behind me, he is sitting in the armchair across from me, quite calmly looking back at me. It makes a change. I've never seen him look so scared as when I was backed up against the wall, gasping for breath. 'He wants to talk to you.'

'W-why?'

'Look John, you need to talk to him. He was... he meant great deal to you. Before.'

'But he was the man on the pavement.' I whisper. Mycroft looks at me with pity in his eyes, I flash him a glare and wipe the tears off my face. How dare he pity me?

'John, he isn't what you think. He's a good man, he had nothing to do with the Incident.'

I shut my eyes and turn away from Mycroft, tears trickling down my face 'I can hear someone screaming at me in my dreams. It's him, I know it's him Mycroft...'

'Maybe he isn't saying what you think Sh... John.' I sniff and grit my teeth. What on earth is he going on with? I know what I hear every time I close my eyes. I hate the way he's trying to manipulate me and bend me to what he wants to do. I know its kindness and concern that makes him treat me like this and force me to stay here, but I can't help but feel that it's all for his gain eventually. That's how it's been for as long as I remember with him.

I turn to look back at him, resolving to change the subject 'What's his name Mycroft?'

Mycroft smirks gently back at me 'His name is John.'

I know that he's seen the flicker in my eyes when he looks up at me over the top of his glasses, somehow it fits the man I see in my dreams and the man in the doorway. However much I feel that they are the same man, I know that they are not. The man in the doorway had more grey in his hair, more lines on his face and is a great deal thinner than the man in my dreams. Somehow I feel that I have caused these changes. I couldn't tell you why. Or, indeed, how.

'A coincidence.' I say shakily, still refusing to look at Mycroft.

Another flicker across his face. Was he always this telling? 'Perhaps. But maybe...' A cough from the doorway makes us both turn sharply. The nurse from earlier is stood there, standing firm just outside the doorway, arms crossed and face puckered up like she'd been sucking on a lemon.

'Mr Holmes, I really don't think that you should be talking like that at this stage of Mr Watson's treatment.'

Mycroft stares at her for a few minutes, she didn't even flicker. 'I apologise, Nurse Wilson. I believe I will trust your judgement.' He caught my eye and whispered 'He is outside John, desperate to talk to you. Please see him, if only for a moment.'

I take a deep breath and close my eyes again. My hand tightens on the handle of my walking stick and I look at him again.

'Alright.' I whisper.

AN: I'm sorry this is moving so slowly guys, please review.