Sherlock is nineteen, and he's finally made it to university. He would have never gotten in on his own, and he knows that.
Mycroft must have either pity or hatred for his brother.
Sherlock's officially a junkie, the money from his account is slowly being sucked out by his habit.
His classes are so dull, the people simple, ordinary. He attends just enough to pass. No more, no less.
He needs the cocaine now more than ever. He needs to come down to the people's level so that he doesn't just snap.
His regular dealer already has Sherlock under his thumb. He brings him something special, something he's been needing.
''Brought you something. Some T. Cost me a small fortune, you better pay.'' He grins, knowing Sherlock would do nearly anything to get it.
Testosterone.
He can't believe that he has it, there in his hands.
It's far more expensive than the cocaine, but it's worth it. It replaces the drugs, slowly at first. He needed the cocaine. He needs the T.
His voice drops. What was once a high, soft, woman's voice is now a deep, almost seductive purr. Unmistakably male.
People begin noticing the changes in his body. Sherlock doesn't care, doesn't listen to what people say.
Suddenly, his accounts are frozen. He can't pay for the new batch of T, though he's already taken it.
''You said you'd have the money.'' His dealer's voice is deadly calm.
''Accounts are all locked up. Can't get a penny out.'' Sherlock replies. He's trembling, itching for his next dose. He needs it.
''Beg for it.''
''No.''
His dealer's eyes flash, and his hands are in Sherlock's hair in an instant. He's pulling and controlling Sherlock like a puppet.
''Beg for it, bitch.'' He growls.
''No.'' Sherlock would never sink to doing that.
Sherlock's dealer pushes him to his knees, shoving his face into his crotch.
''Since you don't have the money, you're going to get me off, like the good little girl you are.'' He smirks, the smirk of those in power.
Sherlock briefly weighs the options.
T or no T?
Risking sexually transmitted diseases?
How badly does he need this?
Sherlock bites his dealer's zipper and pulls it down with his teeth.
He needs it.