Heeey! I'm gunna try and write at least one chapter for at least two stories each day but I promise nothing also, a reminder: Sherlock is 18 and John is 20. (Remember I made him smarter than the average person).

Sherlock sobbed and clutched at John until the darkness took him as John's final words washed over him. "Sherlock, I'll always find you. I'll come back to you. For you."

John held Sherlock even after he passed out. He felt so bad that his news had caused Sherlock to panic. But he'd be back. No need to fear. He had no intention of leaving Sherlock on his own. Someone had to watch out for him. The door swung open and in walked Mycroft. He paused at the entrance, frowning. Yes, this probably doesn't look good, John thought. He was sitting on the bed with his side leaning against the head of it and Sherlock was almost entirely on his lap, curled up and clinging to his jumper, face buried in the crook of his elbow. But it wasn't like he could move without waking Sherlock, who didn't sleep enough as it was.

"He didn't take the news of you leaving well." It wasn't a question but he nodded anyway. "He's sleeping."

Another statement that John felt the need to reply to. "I would've moved but I didn't want to wake him."

"Let him sleep." He hesitated a moment and then continued, "Doctor Watson" - ("not a doctor yet") - "Nevertheless, you will be soon and I would be willing to pay a meaningful sum of money I you were to stay with my brother and watch him. You mean quite a lot I him."

John felt his spine stiffen. "Are you trying to bribe me, Mr. Holmes?"

"Not at all, merely offering...a good reason.. to stay. And of course, you would report to me."

"I will not be-" Sherlock started to stir and he cut off quickly. Sherlock snuggled further into John and then fell still again. John lowered his voice and said fiercely, "I will not be bribed!"

Mycroft stared at him icily before straightening and walking back to the door. He paused and said, "Very well. Once Sherlock wakes or moves you will leave. You will not have contact with him. You will not see him again or the consequences will be...unpleasant."

Heeey, sooooo, anyone who was reading Night, I apologise but I couldn't continue that story, I was mapping it out in my head and, to be quite honest, I didn't like where it was going. It was headed to way to dark a part of my brain, one that I try to avoid. Plus, there really is a lot of post-Reichenbach stuff and I felt like it was just too much. It was too dark and unpleasant. I like to actually connect with what I'm writing, and Night just wasn't working. However, I make a promise here, where hopefully lots of people will view it, that I will not ever delete a story again without warning and the opinion of the viewers.