"Sherlock." Mycroft's makes his presence known as he stands at the door of my room.
"Hmm, slacking aren't you?" I open my eyes and glare at him. "You've been standing there for five minutes."
"We must talk." He clicks his umbrella on the ground.
"No." I close my eyes, and turn my back to him.
"You don't have a choice, Brother Mine." His voice if full of that stupid authority he thinks he can use on me.
"We're not children anymore, you can't tell me what to do." I growl. "You killed Allan."
"A necessary deed, I'm afraid." He doesn't sound sorry. "I wish that it co uld have been done sooner to have prevented your... situation."
"My situation is entirely your fault." I give up trying to keep my back to him. I open my eyes, get out of my bed, and stomp over, standing face to face with my brother. "I would be fine if it weren't for you."
"You're delusional, Sherlock." He remains emotionless which makes me angry.
"I'm in perfect state of mind, are you?"
"I'm in an entirely better state of mind than you."
"You stole what little I had left, you took the only person who loved me!" I scream at my- no, he is no longer my brother. He is an overgrown paper weight that is in no way related to me.
"He abused you, and I fear he may have changed you."
"He loved me."
"Did he?" Mycroft looks indifferent. "Strange way of showing it."
"I hate you, I hate you, Mycroft." I feel my face heating up, and I feel tears re-entering my eyes. "You don't know anything about me, and you had no right to take away the man I love."
"Loved, brother mine." His tone is sharp. "He's dead, none to soon."
I snap.
In one swift motion, I grab him by the throat and knock him to the ground.
He groans in pain, and before I have time to tell him exactly what I think about him, hands drag me off of him.
"I hate you!" I spit as I'm pulled away from Mycroft.
"Pity." Mycroft gets up with Lestrade's help, and brushes his suit off. "I thought you might thank me for this one day."
"Leave." I snarl. "I don't want you to ever come back."
"What would mummy say." He tuts.
"I don't care." I try to jerk away from Jake, who is holding me back.
"I thought more of you than this, Sherlock." Mycroft shakes his head. "I thought you would at least except that you are a victim once again."
"I'm not a victim." I shout at him, and keep trying to get away to fight my one-upon-a-time brother.
"Could have fooled me." I get a rise out of Mycroft. I feel satisfaction knowing this.
"Does it shame you to know that your ex brother is a junkie?" I try to get another rise from him. "Does it shame you to know he played nice and pretended to kill himself for two years so he could do the leg work you hate?"
"Enough!" Mycroft looks angry now. I sick smile spreads across my face.
"Okay, I think you two need to go before he loses it." Jake says from behind me.
"I think you're right." Lestrade takes Mycroft by the arm and leads him to the door.
"We'll call later to see when it's safe to come back."
"Alright, be safe." Jake yells as they exit the flat, Mycroft slamming the door behind him.