Chapter 10

John placed one arm under Sherlock's knees and the other on his back as he picked him up and placed him in the chair, smiling giddily at the light shade of pink that Sherlock was turning. He noticed Sherlock was able to adjusted his legs slightly by himself, which was rather promising John thought.

Sherlock's hands went to his wheels, testing that Mycroft hadn't tweaked them when he grabbed him early and dragged him off it.

"Everything all right?" John hadn't noticed he had unconsciously leaned down to Sherlock's eye level, his hand resting on Sherlock's knee to keep his balance.

"Fine now… thank you John." Sherlock's eyes watched John's hand before they flicked up to him, a small smile forming on his lips. "Planning 'busting me out' of here?" A glimmer of teeth showed through his smile as he tilted his head forward a bit.

"As you wish." John grinned back, leaning closer as well. Sherlock was far more mesmerizing in person he was now finding. He paused for a moment just to stair into those amazing aquatic eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, John had closed his own eyes and was closing the distance between them, wanting desperately to feel those cupid bow lips against his own.

"I think that's quite enough now." An unfamiliar voice boomed.

John's eyes snapped open, they were mere centimeters apart now, Sherlock had definitely moved close on his own but now his eyes were down cast like before.

John looked up, spying the source of the voice, a tall man in a suit with auburn hair. "Mycroft…" he muttered to himself.

"I see you've come after all 'Captain Hedgehog'."

John cringed at the silly sounding username but flared with rage when he realized this was the man who had forcefully taken Sherlock out of his chair.

"And obviously you've seen through Sherlock's little charade, so how about you leave now and save yourself some time."

John grimaced at him, already straightened out from his previous condition and held tightly to the sides of the wheelchair. "I'm not leaving without Sherlock."

"My, aren't you loyal fast. He lied to you about something rather important I would say, doesn't that make you wonder what else he's been lying about?" Mycroft quirked an eyebrow as he slowly descended the stairs, never breaking eye contact with him.

"Nothing! I swear to you, this was it John." Sherlock rushed to say in a quieted voice.

John reached out for Sherlock's hand and held it in his, "Shh, I know."

"I'm sorry…"

"There's no need to apologize." John tried reassuring him.

Mycroft glared at them from the foot of the stairs just a few meters away. "I can assure you there are things he has not cared to mention yet."

Sherlock shot him a look of pure rage. "I haven't 'lied' to him." Omitting things wasn't really the same, especially when the subject never came up.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not leaving him now." John clenched his jaw, desperately wanting to move back and away from Mycroft. He felt a small squeeze around his hand and looked down.

"Mycroft, I have had enough of your antics! You can't keep me imprisoned here anymore! I know you think I'm your responsibility since the… accident, but I'm not!"

"It's not just your immobility that I worry about brother, and you know that."

"It doesn't matter, I'm leaving."

"Funny, you were so desperate to leave when you were first confined, then after I let you, you refused to leave. Didn't want to see anyone you use to know or let people think you've become an invalid." Mycroft remarked dryly.

Sherlock turned his wheels so he was facing away from Mycroft and down the hall at the front door. He couldn't even recall the last time he had been outside. There was a large ledge in the doorway to keep air from escaping and two steps on the porch. Mycroft had never bothered installing a wheelchair ramp for him. It was extremely difficult and partially dangerous for him to attempt to leave on his own.

"John- would you-"

John grabbed the handles on the back of his chair, already knowing what the problem was. "I got you."

Mycroft held his hands in fists at his side, "I will not come to your aid again if you turn up somewhere half out of your mind on drugs."

Sherlock felt the hitch in John's step at that and sank down in his chair further. He really didn't want John to know about that side of him.

Just as John was pushing him through the door and helping to carefully lower the chair down the steps, Mycroft called one more thing out to him, "Your therapist is still coming tomorrow like always, do be here, you still need him. Try to… keep safe."

A/N: This chapter was over a week late and I'm very sorry about that. Although everything else I am writing is at least a month straight XD so I'm doing pretty good on this one relatively speaking.

I answered questions and raised even more... sorry. Also sorry for cock-blocking that kiss. I will make up for it. This chapter was shorter then normal, next chapter will probably be on time- which for this story is typically mondays for some reason.

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