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Sherlock got out of the cab just to see Harry close the door. Is John in there? Why would he come to his sister who John hadn't talked to in years? Sneaking up the fence Sherlock crouched behind the hedge. There you could vaguely make out Johns shape sitting down on the couch.
Suddenly a sleek black car pulled up beside Sherlock . "Mycroft not now!"
"You won't hear anything little brother, defiantly from where you are crouched. Get in the car Sherlock." Mycroft said through the cracked window.
Reluctantly Sherlock sighed and got into the call. "I think you need to spend a few days away from John, it would be for the best" Mycroft said smiling
"Why would I ever do that?" Sherlock looked at his brother suddenly
"What do you think he was talking to Harry about Sherlock? It was you of corse. I think it's for the best if you give him a little space for just a few days."
"Where are we going?" Sherlocks brother might be annoying at times but if John was going to other people about advice about him, he did have to leave for a little while.
"To Mummy's house." Mycroft said watching out the window as the trees and houses flew by "we will stay there for a week and then we can come back. Oh and you know how mum hates cell phones." Mycrofts hand opened and Sherlock reluctantly took his phone out of his pocket.
From then on the Holmes brothers sat there in silence. Neither knew what to say. They both tried to make as little eye contact as possible until they puller up to the Holmes mansion.
After leaving Harry's John walked to the curb, calling for a taxi. Getting in John sat there thinking about the last 24 hours. He had come from the hospital , come back to the flat to find it empty. He has sat in that chair waiting for Sherlock to come home, fell asleep and was taken to his room by the detective. Somewhere in there he had asked Sherlock to stay with him all night and the man had strangely agreed. In a little over a week he had gone from thinking his best friend was dead to being in love with another man.
When the cab finally pulled up to Mary's John got out slightly frightened about what was about to happen. How do you tell your girlfriend that you are in love with another man? This was a situation that John never thought he would be in. Walking to the door he knocked on the door. Standing there for a few more minutes and nothing happened
Remembering he owned a key to Mary's house John pulled out them out of his pocket. He needed to get his stuff out of this house anyway. He could talk to Mary when she got home and sort it out then.
Opening the door he headed up the stairs onto the second floor. And suddenly John stopped outside of the room that him and Mary had shared for all those months. There were people in there and John knew he wouldn't be happy with what was going on behind the door.
John opened the door anyway. Latter on he would always wonder why he did but at that moment his body took over, leaving his common sense far behind. At first the two in the bed didn't realize the was a third person in the room. John just stood there for a few moments before he cleared his throat loudly. Suddenly the two grabbed the sheet trying to cover all the right parts. "John what are you doing here?" Mary asked still trying to get over the pure shock that she had just experienced.
"I came to get my stuff and talk to you." John said suddenly feeling incredibly awkward about this whole situation. "I see that your busy at the moment so this can wait till another time, text me sometime that you free so I can come and get my stuff." He slowly turned around and walked out of the room and then out of the house.
John needed to clear his head. His life was spinning out of control and he couldn't think of anything without being confused. He had to get a drink had to forget his hell of a week.
Hours later John came back to the flat stumbling up the stairs."Sherlock!" He yelled opening the door to 221B. "where are you? I need to tell you something."
It took John a while till he had searched all the rooms and found that his friend wasn't there. Taking out his phone he called Sherlocks number. Waiting for the other man to pick up he paced nervously around the living room. Voicemail, that is exactly what he needed at the moment. Deciding to send a text just in case he was at st. Bart's and hadn't heard his phone go off.
Back at flat. Where are you? -JW
John realized how exhausted he really was. He needed to lay down, his head was pounding and he felt like he was going to be sick. Not really noticing where he was going he walked into Sherlocks room and laid down on the bed. Before he knew it he was fell asleep and left his crazy life behind for a few hours.