A/N: 49478-Thank you, my first reviewer! Mycroft is definitely going to be in this one, and your...I guess I should call it solution (spoilers otherwise!) is a good idea! I think I'll keep it in mind…Also, thanks to followers/favoriters (you know who you are, and I don't want to point the spotlight at you (you know, MORE than if you review…:-) )) So, I suppose w/o further ado…
Sherlock:
I wasn't sure why I chose this room to go to after John came back; I just didn't want to talk to anyone. It did have a bed, though, so at least I had something to fling myself onto in a huff. As I was lying there, I thought about a few things. Or, more accurately, questioned about them: If John wants to help, why did he react like that? What happened before I woke up to scare him so much? Why am I being so sentimental? That last one caught me by surprise. I didn't know where it came from. Of course I'm being sentimental, he is supposed to be my friend and he PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE! So? Sentimentality is not something I do. Well, maybe it should. During this fight in my head, I realized that someone had walked into the room. I didn't bother to look up. But what he said caught me off guard.
"Now really, baby brother. You aren't even going to acknowledge my presence anymore?"
Mycroft:
When Sherlock had woken up, I was preoccupied in a meeting, and Anthea did not see it fit to disturb me. Of course as soon as she told me, I prepared to leave, but by then the damage had been done. Sherlock had apparently taken a punch in the face by John soon after he woke up, and by the time I had gotten there, Sherlock had retreated to his room while John was trying to find a way to make amends. I merely walked in, and John pointed to the door with a quick, "He isn't about to let anyone talk to him."
I stepped in to find him lying face down on his bed, in what looked to me like an argument with himself. He soon stopped, apparently noticing my presence. When it became clear he was not about to say anything, I took the first word. "Now really, baby brother. You aren't even going to acknowledge my presence anymore?" That got a response, but one of unexpected confusion, rather than the normal grunt or continued ignoring of my being in the room. He muttered something that sounded like, "So I have a brother," then went back to brooding. After a quick look out of the room and to the grim faces looking in, I realized something was wrong. A quick talk led to the information that Sherlock had an apparent case of amnesia, and could remember nothing of his past. I walked back in, barely keeping my composure. Sherlock was sitting up, though he was facing the wall opposite the door, and did not seem to know I was there until I moved closer near the bed. I was met with a quick, "What do you want?" Which I took as an opportunity to speak.
"Sherlock, how much do you actually remember?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing of your past? Or just nothing in general?"
"General." Of course, thinking on it and knowing him, anything he remembered would be something important, and not just "useless" facts.
"Nothing at all? What's 2+2?"
"Four. Are we done now?"
"No." So he did remember things in general, just not the things he would consider "in general." Which gave me an idea. "Sherlock, do you remember your Mind Palace?" The look of confusion on his face said it all. "That was where you always placed pieces of information that you wanted to remember. Could you try to go to it?" Maybe all he needed was to remember to go there when he needed something to remember! Maybe he could actually be fine by-
"I can't."
"What?!"
"I can't. I can get to it, but I can't get into it!"
"Sherlock, are you sure? Try a little harder."
"I can't! I try as hard as possible and I can't!"
This was not going to end well, I could see his face darkening. "Sherlock-"
"GET OUT! NOW!"
"Listen, I just-"
"I DON'T CARE! GET OUT!"
"I-"
"GET OUT, OR I'LL-"
"SHERLOCK HOLMES STOP THIS INSTANT! YOU ARE BEHAVING LIKE A CHILD!" I didn't stand around to see what happened after Sherlock registered I had spoken his full name. I merely walked out of the room, closed the door, and announced to the two men looking truly shaken, "I believe I know what happened to Sherlock."
Relief flashed across their faces. I wish I did not have to tell them what had happened. "He has been locked out of his Mind Palace. However, I do not know if he will or even can ever get back in."
Duh duh duuuuuuuuh! This was interesting to write. Something tells me amnesic Sherlock does not like Mycroft any more than regular Sherlock. I wonder what. :-D Chapter 5 will hopefully involve less Sherlock being angry and possibly a little violin? I dunno. Keep enjoying it!