Happy thanksgiving! This is just a little filler chapter, but more johnlock coming soon! Please review!
Walking out the doors of the hospital a sleek black car pulled up in front of the emotional wreck that was left of the sociopath. Without thinking much Sherlock opened the door and slide into the seat. He wasn't surprised when his brother was sitting across from him. "it's nice to see you brother said Mycroft.
"How did you know I was alive?" Sherlock asked looking at his brothers face
"do you think I would have not had you tracked. When we were younger you always said you wanted to fake commit your suicide and live in India. It wasn't that hard." Mycroft said looking out the window. " what did I tell you Sherlock about caring," Mycroft said shaking his head slowly.
"and I've always said that there was something wrong with us." Sherlock said trying to get his emotions under control.
They sat their quietly and avoiding each others eye contact until the car finally slowed outside of 221B. Silently Sherlock opened the door and exited the car. Suddenly the door of the house flew opened and an elderly women moved faster than she had in years coming towards the unexpecting detective. "I told everyone you were still alive. The married ones next door were the only ones that believed me." Ms. Hudson said happily pulling Sherlock into a big hug.
"thank you I'm glad at least someone still believes in me." he said quietly so the older women wouldn't ask about it.
"have you seen John yet? He hasn't been to the flat in a long while." Ms. Hudson looked expectantly at the lanky Holmes.
"I just saw him actually, at the hospital. He was attacked by an assassin trying to get me to come out. John doesn't want to see me anymore. He has threatened to move out of 221B." Sherlock replied moving around his landlady walking towards the door.
"well we will have to change his mind!" Ms Hudson said looking over her shoulder and watched the detective walk up the stairs.
