A/N: I've recently re-read over this series, to be clear (If not so by my continuous time jumps and flashbacks) Sherlock is 26, his birthday hasn't always counted as he tended to ignore them or generally forget about them. John is 32 because I find it's a suitable.
Like I said, Alternate Season 4. In this world things started at a younger age though the canon episode stories still took place.
I am aware I repeat dialogue when it comes to Sherlock pushing people away and Mycroft forcing oppression of his Winter abilities - Sorry - If it becomes too bothersome for viewers I shall change them to the best of my abilities.
In my defence no-one knew or does know how to handle Sherlock, John doesn't force a situation to calm down because he actually cares about Sherlock unlike the Doctors and Facility workers, Sherlock's family did the best they could but it wasn't enough.
Also, forgot to mention, I had read "Better Get Comfortable" by charlock221, that has helped with the techniques of averting Sherlock's panic attacks. Thanks charlock221.
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"Sherlock?" John was lightly shaking the Detective by his shoulder "Hmm?" "We're here" "Oh. Right" Sherlock didn't really want to go back to Hell but he had no choice, though it did bring back horrid memories this time it would be better, instead of having people breathing down his neck he had John. John treated him like he was any other person, yes he was special because of his 'massive intellect' and his powers but that didn't make a difference, he was human and he would be treated as such "John?" "Yeah?" "Why do you do this?" "Do what?" "Shrug everything I do off like it's nothing" "I've learned to accept what life is like with Sherlock Holmes, always expect the unexpected and the other night takes the cake on that" "You don't see me as a threat?" "Why should I? You're my best friend" "That shouldn't change anything" Sighing John jogged and stopped in front of him "Okay. Hurt me" "What?" Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks stuttering around on the sand "If you wanted to, you could hurt me" John gave a confident look knowing he was proving a point "No, I don't want to" "See? You only hurt people if you have to, not if you want to. You'll be out of here quicker than you think"
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Re-entering Sherrinford was unpleasant to say the least, fractions of memories were opening on Sherlock's Mind Palace but those doors were locked and frozen over. He was the great Sherlock Holmes, he didn't have time to repressed memories.
The rooms thankfully hadn't changed, at least there was a small amount of easy readjustment and settling in again. John's room was basic - a bed, his belongings - including his laptop so he could record Sherlock's progress and several screens and a remote to monitor Sherlock as all doors were locked, there was speakers and audio equipment so the pair could talk but nothing more and finally against the wall there was a bookcase with some heavily worn and tattered books of subject matters John had little to no interest in.
Sherlock's room was practically the same, minus the laptop and having remotely interesting books on his shelves. His walls were frosted over and melting in places. The raven haired man sighed and dropped onto his bed, setting up his violin up for later use. Next door John clicked a few buttons on the remote and asked "Sherlock? Can you hear me?" Picking up his own remote Sherlock flickered the TV on "Yes, loud and clear" "Just making sure," John yawned longingly for proper rest as he obtained little amounts on the journey "Listen, I'm going to sleep, just wanted to say in case you thought I left" "Do remember I'd be lost without my Blogger" "Thanks Sherlock, talking in a little bit. Any problems, wake me up and let me help you. Night" "Goodnight, John"
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