I know this is not a contiutontion of the previous one, but I will continue it, I promise. I just wanted to get this one done while I was thinking about it.
John rolled his eyes upwards at his brother's dramatics, and looked for something to do as his brother went from pretending to actually napping on the sofa. Then he saw a small box on the board over the fireplace. No sooner than he picked the box up, he heard his brother cry out "NO!"
Surprized, John's finger touched the release mechanism on the box causing the needle to slide out, luckily missing contact with his skin completely. Sherlock's terrified cry of "Put that back, brother! For God's sake put that back!" combined with the sound of the needle leaving the box made John throw it back on the fire-place and jump back as if it was going to bite him.
Sherlock was next to him in an instant. "Are you alright, John?! Did it get you?!" John gave his twin a half annoyed half affectionate look as Sherlock checked his hands making sure there was no pricks in the skin.
"I'm fine, Sherlock, it didn't even scratch me." Sherlock gave a sigh of relieve and swiftly pulled his brother into a hug.
"Thank God!" Sherlock did not ask why John was not surprized at Sherlock's behavior, he knew his brother's answer would be 'seriously, Sherlock? You honestly don't think I would know if you were ill or not?' John grabbed his coat. "I'll go get Smith. Sherlock, try to get some rest,will you,brother mine? It's is not good for you to go so long without resting." After the case John had ran out to get something when Mycroft came. After he saw John was alright, he had visited more and more. Mycroft laughed as Sherlock told him what happened.
"It's a good thing I woke up when I did. I don't understand it, Mycroft. I felt like there was some form of danger and when I started awake I saw John examining that cursed box."
"That's not much of a surprize,Sherlock. You were always able to sense what condition John was in. Remember when you guys were eight and John had a bad flu?" Sherlock nodded."We tried to keep you from finding out, but when it was worse one morning John was barely even making a sound. Yet you flew out of you room and into John's as soon as he took a turn for the worst. You were so distort you didn't even notice you were in your nightgown."
Sherlock stared at him as he remembered what Miss. Stoner had said when she was telling them about her sister's death.'We were twins,and there is a strong bond between two people whose souls are so similar.' Sherlock's head turned as he tried to wrap it around the new information and he didn't notice when John came home.