Sherlock, John, and Mycroft hurried through the back alley away from the main street.

"We're fugitives." Mycroft said huffing and puffing.

"It's usually good for fugitives to be in shape." Sherlock retorted mocking Mycroft's added girth.

"Well becoming a fugitive was no exactly on my to do list." Mycroft snapped back.

"Looks like that makes two of us then brother dear." Sherlock replied.

"Oh you little bra-"

Suddenly there was a large explosion behind them. Sherlock and John stopped and looked back. They couldn't see it now, but they knew their home was up in flames.

"Sherlock." John said with an emotionless expression.

They both looked back and saw the black smoke rising. Sherlock sighed, his face contorted into a slight scowl.

Sherlock turned around and looked at his friend. "John are you alright?" he asked.

John just kept staring at the smoke rising into the air. "That was it, Sherlock." John said slowly. "That place was my start over." he said water welling into his eyes. "No more war, no more death, but with you still all the excitement." he said. "The thrill of going after the enemy, even if it meant life or death."

He looked down at the ground. "I found all of that at 221 Baker St, and now…it's gone."

"Oh dear God you're not going to cry are you?" Mycroft asked rolling his eyes.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock yelled looking at him furiously.

Mycroft was ready to say something in response, but he could see the intensity in Sherlock's eyes. He had struck a nerve.

"No he's right," John said lifting his head. "why cry? Why be upset at all, my emotions will get us nowhere."

"John there's nothing wrong with feeling emotions, you're human." Sherlock said laying his hand on John's shoulder.

"Funny so are you but to you emotions are meaningless chemical reactions of the brain that weaken us." John replied looking into Sherlock's eyes. "Don't patronize me Sherlock." he said through his teeth. "You're human too you know?" he said stepping away from him. "So where the hell are your feelings?"

Sherlock looked at John, eyebrows furrowed.

"With me." Irene said from behind them. "Which is exactly where you three need to be to survive this mess."