A/n: A pretty soon update…

Don't get used to it!

-- Watson --

I stood in front of the building that Pall Mall happened to be. If someone could help me to get Holmes back in a right state of mind, it was him! It all seemed so childish now, what we did… I… I don't regret what I did. Though, I did regret the effects of it. I hope Holmes will see… One day… I will get him back.

Upon entering, I saw all sorts of honourable gentlemen running about and making way through the building.

It came to me that I had forgotten one detail: Pall Mall was an exclusive club, whereas only members and invited guests could enter.

Nevertheless, I made way to the counter, where a young, obviously new lad was seated, filling in some forms.

"Excuse me, sir" I said.

"Yes, Mr.?" the lad said, looking up from the papers with a rather amiable smile.

"I'd wish to speak with Mr. Mycroft Holmes", I informed.

"May I ask who you are, and which reason, sir?" The lad asked, with that same smile. "Strange…" I thought, "This never happened before… Maybe they had seen Holmes's face so much that they didn't mind him anymore". I wrote it of as courtesy and said: "I'm Doctor John Watson, it's concerning Mr. Holmes's family".

"Alright, sir, I'll see what I can do. I should warn you, sir, Mr. Holmes is quite a busy man" he said, while writing something down. He nodded towards a room in the far end down the hall. "You can wait there, sir."

I thanked the lad, and went to sit in the room.

-- Holmes --

"Only a day had past without my Boswell, and I was already feeling lost" I mused to myself.

Of course, before I met him I had been on my own too, and I've been without him a couple of times for a few weeks, and a few years ago, I had even lost him for 3 years.

But this… This is different.

This time, I am not sure whether I'll get him back or not. I had gone too far. Since I had no Watson, or drugs to keep me entertained, since I threw them both out, Watson while I was in a drugs induced state, and the drugs in an angry fit because of the fact I threw out Watson. So I decided that I would venture out for a walk.

-- Watson --

Sure enough that Mycroft would come, I tried to relax, but there was a thought nagging at me.

"It's our fight. It is our problem and thereby, it is most likely Mycroft can even help. He isn't his brother, nor can he control his thoughts"

I countered the thought with thinking that Holmes would best listen to his elder brother. I couldn't give up on him... Not now it has been so long.

-- Holmes --

Right when I stepped outside, it started raining

"Is this how my dear, dear Watson felt after I left hem at Reichenbach falls? And I just deserted him again…" I thought. I suddenly shivered with cold because of the rain. I was already starting to get soaking wet.

I thought for a second to go back inside, but I chose against it. The emptiness of the room depressed me.

"Come in, Holmes, you'll get sick if you keep standing there like that in this rain" A familiar voice called.

Was that Watson, or were my brains playing a trick on me.

It was the second, but in another way then would have been suspected.

It was Lestrade calling from a hansom. I accepted the offer and went to sit next to him.

"Where is the doctor? It's rare to see the one of you without the other", Lestrade asked.

"He left 221B Baker Street." I said, my voice devoided of any emotion. But that didn't mean I didn't feel them.

"Dear lord," Lestrade whispered, a surprised and horrified look on his face.

"Watson and I fought--" Here I stopped, my voice quieter, "And-and then he moved out,"

Lestrade gaped and stared for at least five minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

-- Watson --

I didn't have to wait long, for after a couple of minutes, Mycroft came marching in the room.

"You wished to speak me, Doctor?" He asked gently, his eyes already scanning over me to reveal any detail he could. "You can't be serious… You moved out."

I felt myself blushing in embarrassment, and look away.

"How did it happen? I know you both too well to know you wouldn't leave the other just like that."

-- Line --

A/n: now they both need to spill up the story. Can the united force of Lestrade and Mycroft bring them back together? Or do Holmes and Watson need to fix their own problems?

Do they even get back together at all?

Find out next time in: It can't go on like this…

Soon on a pc near you.