A/N- I was listening to Tommy-the rock opera and had the idea for this, my first really chaptered story that I've uploaded. I'm not planning on sticking as religiously to the story of the album as the first few chapters will suggest as the later songs on the album don't really fit with the plan I have for this story and getting it to fit with the known story of Sherlock's life before Study in Pink.

Sherlock's story telling it set sometime after the Scandal in Belgravia but before the Reichbach Fall I imagine.

If you're not aware of Tommy by The Who, then I serious suggest you check it out!

Disclaimer- Obviously I don't own Sherlock or Tommy

The Acid Queen

"Right where were we?" Sherlock started after desperately pulling every piece of himself together whilst in John's arms, "Ah yes, I'm afraid it doesn't get better yet., I'm afraid John Watson. You see Mycroft never told anyone of what Cousin Kevin did, not even our parents- though he didn't get away with it either because the moment Mycroft had an ounce of power within the government, and Cousin Kevin least expected it, brother dearest came right form him.

"But what he didn't factor in was Irene Alder. She's not stupid, as I'm sure you're aware John, and she knew the minute he went back in to the 'adults' room, having left me in the capable hands of the young cousin who'd been looking for me and my pinball machine, and clasped her hand a little more lightly than usual, as if seeking reassurance, that something had shaken and disturbed him.

"So she suggested that, not long after my 11th birthday, though it was no odds to me, they take me to visit her mother, who was 'greatly skilled in healing processes and drawing people out of themselves', as I believe she phrased it.

"My family hadn't thought to look for cures before now, but after what he'd seen at Christmas, Mycroft was now very keen to try and help me help myself."

Mycroft lead his brother through a maze of gypsy caravans, stalls and families, gently guided by the hand of Irene Alder on his lower back. Tommy was unsettled, not familiar with the smells and vibrations of this place so Mycroft did his best to calm his brother and rubbing reassuringly on the arm he was holding.

"In here, Myc." Irene instructed, leading the two Holmes boys through a flowing curtain into a tent that preluded a caravan that was larger than any other on the site.

"Mother, darling? I brought my Myc-y and his brother." She drawled.

In response, a woman, slightly older, but almost as attractive as Irene, herself appeared draped in fine robes of rich reds and blues, "Hello, my darlings." She smiled, reminding Mycroft of a snake he once saw on television, about to eat its prey. He'd find later the Irene had inherited that particular quirk of the lips directly, "So this is the boy they all talk about, is it?" She inquired smoothly and she moved forward and stroked a hand across Tommy's face.

Confused, Tommy looked around frantically, not seeing of course, to try and smell, or taste, where this new sensation came from. All he could taste was a pungent floral perfume that stuck, unwelcome there, to his tongue and back of his throat.

"Irene, darling take Myc's money and make him comfortable, I'll take Tommy into the backroom and…take care of him." The older woman smirked.

"What did she do, Sherlock?" John breathed, still holding Sherlock, but deeply, compulsively, captivated by the story his flatmate was telling.

Sherlock chuckled darkly, "Irene had to learn her trade somewhere. Her mother was...a little different in her methods though. Sure, there were whips and handcuffs and stuff, like Irene's, but mostly it was drugs, acid and stuff in syringes and the like. It did what was promised though."

"What cure you? I thought that didn't happen until much later!"

Sherlock sighed, "No, it didn't cure me, but it sure as hell made me much more alive. The drugs in my system and the pleasure pumping in my veins, oh, it was bliss compared to what I was used to, everything was heightened and bright, whereas usually everything was quite, cold and dark…hellish. I was suddenly so much more aware of my body and what it could, might one day, just maybe, do."

Irene's mother lead Tommy back out sometime later. Mycroft, though he was unaware exactly what had happened, could see the change in his brother. His usually spaced out and vacant expression was blissful and at peace. His hands were shaking as if excitement was going to consume him. Mycroft half expected his brother to start jumping up and down and giggling, giddily.

"Amazing," Mycroft breathed, "What did you do?"

Irene's mother smirked, "Irene darling, I've no clients for the rest of the day, I can keep an eye on Tommy, why don't you show Mycroft exactly what us alder's do best, you always said you wanted your first one to be special, why not your darling Myc-y, hmm?"

Irene's face light up, but it was a tainted light that did it, "Now, mother? You'd let me use your stuff and everything?"

"If you're ready my darling…" Her mother drawled and she pulled on a cigarette.

"Never more so." Irene confirmed before taking Mycroft Holmes' hand and leading him to her mother's business room.

"Mycroft can out not long later and took me home swiftly. Irene Alder was never mentioned again, until recently, of course." Sherlock summarised, "Mycroft was again ridden with guilt for what he'd failed to notice on my behalf. Hence him being worried, in his own way, about the Alder case and checking I was ok with things that 'has to do with sex', that I wasn't 'alarmed'. You see Alder had names for us after that he was the 'Iceman' because of the way he's shut his blatant feelings for her out. Me, I'm the 'virgin' as rumour has it that my experience that day put me off sex."

"Rumour has it?" John frowned.

"Yes, I was put of sex a little during my time as 'Tommy', but that comes later. As it was that particular experience of sex, didn't, despite my young age." Sherlock explained.

John thought for a moment before speaking softly, "So you're…into that kinda of thing?"

"What kinky, binding, pain stuff?" Sherlock replied before thinking for a moment, "I suppose if it was someone who I trusted and who understood me, who I am and was, then I wouldn't be opposed to it I suppose- Only if the other party was interested, of course."

"Oh." Silence fell for a moment, before John spoke again, "But Irene, she was definitely after you this time, she confessed that she loved you."

"No, she still has feelings for my brother, however he's closed that chapter of his life forever, I doubt any amount of exposure to Miss Alder could change that if he didn't want it to, and he didn't want it to. So she became desperate, and decided, subconsciously to take whatever form of Holmes she could get…or thought she could get. No, it's most certainly my brother she wants." Sherlock affirmed.

"Oh." John murmured again, "And you don't want her, I mean if you could trust her, she's got the equipment-"

"No." Sherlock stated, firmly, "There are very few people who I would consider trusting, and she, after what she did to my brother, is not, and will never be, one of them."

A small part of John wanted to know who those few people Sherlock would trust with such a thing were, but he decided not to push it, not if he wanted to get to the end of Sherlock's tale, without causing more pain than necessary for his flatmate, his best mate.