I am so so sorry for the extremely long delay, I've been very busy with college and finals I was so stressed I couldn't bring myself to put the amount of time that this story needs so I can do it the best I can. Hope you can forgive me! :(
Here is a new chapter, I expect to update as soon as possible this time.
Enjoy!
He was standing right in front of the door he'd been intending to cross for so many days. But this time, he entered and walked up the stairs, not as discretely as usual, he knew that if somebody was up there, they were for sure conscious of his presence, not that he cared.
He hurried once he heard the familiar notes of that violin and opened the door.
"You're late." A deep voice announced.
He opened his eyes, annoyed to be out of that dream, to find himself in a small empty room, barely lightened, he tried to move his arms but in that second he realized they were tied up. Rapidly everything made sense and in that moment, a door behind him creaked open.
Jim laughed when he heard the big brother coming in.
"What a sick little game the one you played."
Slow steps approached behind him.
"It was no game, James. It was merely an experiment, something I taught Sherlock when kids, fire exposes our priorities."
He was now in front of the criminal.
"Didn't expect my little brother to be yours. Although, I did suspect it."
"I'm as surprised as you are" He added bitterly.
"Well you must know he is interested in you, at least intellectually, right?"
"Oh yes. I shall hope so."
"Didn't count you as insecure."
"Mmh, just realistic." He finished.
He waited and then continued speaking.
"I imagine you're troubled about my recent stay at your little brother's." He looked at him.
"A little, I would have to be extremely positive or idiotic not to give it importance."
"You're probably wrong."
"Am I?," He replied. "I'm not at all thrilled about what I heard."
"Did Doctor Watson turn me in? I must be in trouble then."
"I have a few questions for you."
"Do I need to be tied up for that? I hope you don't treat all your visitors this rudely, a simple letter or a coffee could have worked you know?"
"I guess we're just as dramatic you and I." He ignored a "You wish" murmur, and followed. "Me having questions, doesn't mean I have any intentions in letting you go."
"Oh now you're just being clingy." He rolled his eyes.
"Catching you was ridiculously easy, embarrassingly I should say. You let you guard down several times."
"Do I have to guess the question or…?"
"You have feelings"
"Well of course I have! For example, right now I'm incredibly annoyed!" Jim yelled the last word.
"For him." Mycroft continued, not flinching at the sudden rising of voice.
Jim didn't answer so he continued.
"That's what I've been persuaded of anyways, and basing on your latest actions, I can't completely take that off the table." He continued. "Regardless of that, I can't possibly imagine someone like you expressing any sane or even healthy emotion to anyone, and certainly not to your biggest obsession." He added cruelly not believing he could hurt the person in front of him in the slightest.
He was right, Jim thought, he was insane, it was only logical to think that any emotion that came out of him were as well. With the difference that only one thing had changed, he didn't want to destroy Sherlock anymore. That was a start.
Still no answer came from Jim's mouth.
"What did you do that night?"
"That's rather intimate isn't it?" He teased.
This time the quiet one was Mycroft.
"Well, if you insist. Surely contrary to Johnny's belief, I didn't drug him, your little brother was on drugs when I went there. Apparently he can't live without me, he's so sweet isn't he?" He joked, trying to sound as dark as he could to annoy the person in front of him.
"Why did you go?"
"Oh it wasn't to take any advantage or anything! I was genuinely worried for the poor thing, so smart and so weak at the same time. I don't want to lose such a unique partner."
Mycroft sighed and started to go to the point.
"You know this…" Mycroft searched for the right word. "Relationship, can't continue I'm sure?"
"Funny thing, you're not the first one to tell me that." It wasn't funny at all.
He didn't grab anything when he left the flat, he wasn't aware of the things that happened around him, all he could think of was Jim.
He stopped a cab and grunted the address to the driver, his breathing was very irregular and his nerves so far from being controlled.
The cab stopped and he gave him everything he found in his pockets and left.
When at destiny, he knocked, actually punched the door until a blonde woman wearing a dressing gown opened, ready to scold him, but stopped when she found Sherlock there, he didn't stop to explain, just entered furiously.
"John!" He yelled walking up the stairs until he saw his frined on the doorway to the flat, also barely dressed.
"Sherlock, what the he…?"
"What happened?!" The other interrupted. "Tell me everything you know, NOW!"
John was startled to say the least.
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