-Hospital-

"I'm surprised she stays with you Sherl." Janine said thinking that I was asleep in the chair.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked.

"For someone who likes to hide in your flat, why stay with someone like you?" She asked.

"You trying being a consulting detective with a blogger for a flat mate and not get famous." I said deciding to join the conversation.

"We shouldn't keep you talking. I'll give John and Mary your love." Janine said ignoring me, "Come on Diane."

"Stefani," I grunted, "For the millionth time it is Stefani."

"I don't understand how you don't like your first name."

"I'm not the only one. You even know this other person but I'll leave you with your deduction, if you have any that is." I said.

"Stefani behave." Sherlock said.

"I am behaving, but you really should stop trying to get yourself killed, William." Janine started to laugh, "Why are you laughing? Why is she laughing?"

"I'll leave you to your deduction." He smirked.

"I know Sherl's real name." She said walking out the door.

"Bye, I promise I won't miss you." I said knowing she won't hear me, "You convinced her Sherlock was you real name didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." He said as his smile disappeared.

"What is it?"

"Am I really what caused you to hurt yourself?"

"No, but Mycroft's right though. I didn't make a name for myself, I tried to but it's hard to not be you."

"What do you mean?"

"I knew why you were dating Janine."

"You're just saying that because John told you."

"I know Mary isn't who she says she is. Now I couldn't have gotten that from John."

"How do you turn it off?" He asked.

"I've learned how to be human." I said.

"You always were to normal one."

"What's normal nowadays?"

-Christmas Day-

"It's only two o'clock, it's been Christmas for at least a week now, how can it only be two o'clock? I'm in agony." Mycroft whined as I slipped out of the kitchen.

"So," John said before I got to the door, "Why did Sherlock send you out here?"

"You know why John. Do I really have to explain it to you?" I asked grabbing my coat.

"Not really, but I want to hear you say it."

"Why?"

"I want to know if it's true."

I slung my coat over my shoulder and lifted my shirt sleeve on my left arm, revealing a few scars, "Is that enough proof?"

"You could have talked to someone."

"I tried John, no one was willing to listen." I said putting my coat on.

"We're listening now."

"It's a little late for that don't you think?" I said walking outside.

-A Few Minutes Later-

"Has it stop?" Sherlock asked joining me outside for a smoke.

"Yes it has. Mother is still trying to figure out why I lock myself in the bathroom for an entire week though." Sherlock shook his head with a grin, "I know why I'm smoking, so why are you?" I asked Sherlock.

"You claim to be me, make a deduction." He replied.

I thought long and hard about why he does it, but couldn't come up with a valuable reason, "Surely it's not because you want to be normal."

He grinned, "No, it's not."

"Then why do you?"

"I smoke when I've been hurt." He said placing the cigarette back in his mouth, "Or when I'm craving it. It depends."

"I see I'm not the only one who has snuck away." Mycroft said joining us, "I see our brother got you into our bad habit."

I grinned, "From what Sherlock has told me is that you still smoke like a beginner."

"Yes, I would assume so."

I dropped my cigarette on the ground and stepped on it before going inside.

"Drink some punch, you look thirsty." Sherlock said.

"No." I replied, knowing the real reason why he brought Billy.