Things Just Got Complicated

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Things Just Got Complicated

Twenty-Six: Young & Older Brother

"Will you never answer?" Sherlock asked John. It had been two weeks and John had been avoiding the question into how he got to New York.

"What?" John asked.

"You know exactly, how you got to New York without Mycroft knowing?" Sherlock asked.

"You're not the only one who knows to avoid your brother, Sherlock." John told him. Sherlock pouted, but John just turned back to his paper.

"Lestrade gave me a case, we can go." Sherlock told him. "I need my blogger."

"Ask Molly, I think she would want to go with you, you trust her don't you and she is a medical professional." John snapped back. He closed his eyes when he finished that sentence he sounded like a teenage girl. Sherlock didn't answer and he just left the flat. John put his face on his hands afterwards.

"Don't you think that was a little mean, Uncle John?" Darcy asked.

"Yes, I know." John told her. "Has Steve called?"

"Yes, but it's not for your ears." Darcy told him. "You know Uncle John he is trying to make this right."

"I hope Steve captures the bastard after you, we…we n…need to go." John told her.

"I wouldn't think you want to leave London little brother." Their heads snapped up to see James standing there.

"Uncle James." Darcy said.

"Hey pretty eyes." he said with a smile. "Can you leave your Uncle John and I alone?"

"Yeah, I'll be with Mrs. Hudson." Darcy said leaving. The two brothers watched her leave and John turned to James.

"James." John said. "Did you know that he was alive?"

"Yes." James answered. "Came to my job and asked my partner to find you."

"And you didn't tell me!" John snapped.

"You didn't need to know." James told him.

"What do…what does that mean, I lost him…"

"I thought it was time he got a taste of his own medicine." James told him.

"You…you bastard." John told him.

"Call me, all you want but, Leonora would have done the same thing and I was doing it for your own good, she would have kicked his ass, we almost lost you John, seriously did you think I didn't know about the drinking, the not eating, the not sleeping, you were in the worst depression in your life and he made you have it." James snapped.

"He…"

"What would have happened if we lost you?" James asked him.

"I was not going to commit suicide!" John screamed back.

"Right." James said. "Is that the reason, I had to send Clint over here, he didn't know, I needed something to snap you back…"

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Downstairs, Mrs. Hudson and Darcy were hearing the conversation as it was getting louder.

"Oh my should I call Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"No, Uncle John is just mad his older brother didn't tell him Sherlock was alive when he found out." Darcy told her.

"I didn't know John had a brother?" Mrs. Hudson told her.

"They're five siblings in total, my Mom, Harriet, Uncle James, Uncle John and Uncle Clint." Darcy told her.

"Dammit James!" the scream was heard down.

"He's really angry." Mrs. Hudson said.

"Uncle John, he's been angry since he saw Sherlock, Uncle James is just helping him release the anger so everything can get fixed with both of them the UST is getting to be too much." Darcy and winced when they heard something or someone go down.

"I hope he feels better." Mrs. Hudson said, she had seen how hurt both of her boys hurt Sherlock without getting John's forgiveness and John who was suppressing all of his emotions.

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Sherlock arrives ten minutes after Mycroft calls him in a soft panic saying the cameras in his flat had gone off. Knowing that after this event John had disappeared that first time, he practically ran off the scene ignoring Lestrade calling at him. He ran up the stairs and opens the door to see both John and a man on different sides of the flat cleaning their mouths of blood. Their clothes are ripped and they seemed to have gotten into a very good tussle. Both man stop and look up at him.

"John." He says and walks over to help the man. He turns to look at the other man and he recognizes him immediately.

"Ah isn't that cute." The agent says.

"Shut-up, James." John snapped and let Sherlock helped him up.

"You're an agent." Sherlock told him. "I saw you when I…."

"Darcy please stop standing by the door can you bring us the first-aid kit." James said.

"Got it." Darcy said.

"Oh dear you two boys made a mess." Mrs. Hudson chides both of them not caring that both men are incredibly deathly.

"Sorry, Mrs. Hudson." John said.

"I apologize Mrs. Hudson my dear little brother needs to keep his temper in check." James said with a charming smile. Sherlock looked at John.

"Brother, how many of you are there?" Sherlock asked.

"Five." James and John answered.

"Technically you're four with my mum gone." Darcy told them coming back. "Except Harriet doesn't count or at-least I don't count her."

"We do." John and James said.

"Ow." The both groan when Sherlock and Darcy cleaned their wounds.

"You shouldn't have been fighting."

"I have every right to fight, bastard knew you were alive." John told Sherlock.

"Bastard made you watch him fake-die." James said.

"How many times have you died James?"

"I call."

"A month later." John told him.

"I still call." James told him.

"You still should have called me; I was the one to make the decision whether I came back or not." John told him and he was about to let John go but John intertwine their fingers and Sherlock was looking at him wide-eye.

"You know why I did it, John." James said and pouted. John sighed and Sherlock looked at him.

"I know." John said. "Thank-you."

"What?" Sherlock demanded. 'He knew where…."

"Sherlock." John said. Darcy walked over and pulled James out of his chair so they could leave them alone.

"Your niece took your brother away; I believe she must have a reason." Sherlock said and looked at away.

"I'm thankful he didn't tell me Sherlock." John told him, but he didn't let go of his hand and squeezed so Sherlock could see him in the eyes. Sherlock looked at him.

"Why?"

"I would hate you." John told him and the hurt in Sherlock's eyes was there.

"I knew you would." Sherlock told him, he wanted to let go of his hand, but John wouldn't let him.

"I'm saying that if I had come back when James found out, I would have been angrier than I am now, I wasn't ready to return to London Sherlock." John told him. "I was doing okay, but I was still hurting…"

"John I'm sorry." Sherlock said.

"I…"

"You don't…." Sherlock stopped when John put his hand on his mouth.

"I have to do this, I forgive you." John said. Sherlock seriously didn't know how the heck it happened, but he moved forward and kissed John. Instead of pulling away, like he expected John to do, John pulled him closer and kissed him too.

"You know on your graveyard I asked you for one more miracle." John told him.

"I heard you." Sherlock said. John kissed him again.

"Ah you guys are adorable." James broke in.

"Shut-Up, James." John snapped back.

"Don't forget I know your shagging my younger brother." Sherlock said which John's jaw dropped.

"Not hurting him you bugger." James said. "Anyways, have to go."

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