I didn't pity him, but I couldn't find the words to describe what I was feeling. He lifted his head, his sad gaze met mine and I realized in that moment, those faded water spots on that missing page were his.

"You left Mycroft, you left me with her."

"She loves you, in her own way, she does. I promise you that."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. He was hopeful that I would forgive him; intrusion to my privacy is nothing compared to what's really eating away at him. I turned my head towards the hall—in her own way; I'd scoff if I knew it wouldn't hurt him.

"I do not need to be placated, that's the past and I have noticed it is better to leave things there then to drag them up repeatedly."

I risked a quick glance at him; he was still staring at me, reading me in the way that only he can. I climbed to my feet and looked down at him—the only time I could. He knew I was leaving, he'd tell Mummy I walked out; visits like these usually end so. I moved towards the hall but faltered when he called my name in a voice I haven't heard since were young, but I didn't turn around.

He let out a sigh. I could imagine him pressing the pads of his index and middle fingers to his temples.

"Don't ever doubt mine, Sherlock."

I clenched my jaw; that was the first time I will have ever heard Mycroft utter those words aloud.

"Let it alone Mycroft. I understand now."

I continued down the hall to the front door; closing it behind me once outside, I leant against it. I couldn't deal with this right now—or at all. I quickly stiffened my posture and pulled my mobile out of my pocket and called for a cab. I climbed onto the rail of the staircase and pulled my knees to my chest.

I pecked through my mobile, going back to one number—John's clinic. It only took me twenty minutes to call various clinics—who knew there were so many—and ask which of them has a Dr. John Watson employed. I highlighted the number, hesitating to make the call—did people do this? Was this normal? Would he think so strangely of me? No, he searched me out. I pressed the button to call. Five rings in a woman's voice came on; I asked if Dr. Watson was in, she put me on hold. The line clicked after a few moments of retched noise constituted as music.

"Dr. Watson speaking, how may I help you?"

I fought off the urge to smile.

"Hello John, I'm aware that this is considered highly unprofessional and most likely unorthodox between new acquaintances, however, I was wondering if you were hungry—are you?"

A soft chuckle met me through the ear piece.

"This must be Sherlock; I suppose I am. Are you asking me out to dinner?"

I smirked at the teasing in his voice.

"The manner in which you left my flat the other day indicated that you wanted to further discuss our current situation and your journal. You're slightly embarrassed of where you currently live which is why you sought me out at my place of residence; London is hard on an army pension. You traveled across the city to speak to me and to have it cut short as it did, you're bothered."

"Anything else you want to tell me?"

Another soft chuckle erupted through the ear piece.

"I'll tell you over dinner; Angelo's, it's not far from your clinic. If I am not there, merely ask for Angelo himself and tell him you're there for me. Your shift ends in an hour correct?"

"Yes."

"Good, I will see you soon."

I hung up without a response and this time I didn't fight the smile creeping onto my face. I listened as the wind rustled the bushes below me; Mummy was always one for decoration. The breeze carried her forced yet gentle laughter from the east side of the manor in the gardens.

I often hid there when I was younger, after Mycroft left for university. There's a small, rather crude, bee keeper in the far corner, near her rose bushes. The first time I ever attempted keeping them; I had a record of only seven stings. They're harmless creatures, but utterly fascinating nonetheless.

The cab pulling into the drive broke me of my thoughts. I double checked my pockets, making sure I had some notes before climbing down and descending the stairs.

Hello my dears! I'll have the next part up in a bit! I know I promised John and Sherlock's interaction this tie around, however, this filler bit came about. -.-