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"Shit" Mycroft slammed down the pone and sighed, his brother was overdosing in a flat somewhere in London and there was nothing he could do about it, he had all the government's resources at hand and yet he could not find one person, granted, the person he was looking for was the kind of person who could disappear, but Mycroft was the British government he could make a country burn and yet his little brother had slipped away.

"Sir? We found him" Mycroft's head snapped up "He's two blocks away from King's cross station" Mycroft nearly ran to the car, the driver had been informed of the situation and their destination a few seconds before Mycroft got there and so, there was no real need to talk.

"Speed limit sir?" The driver needed his permission to ignore certain things

"Faster Mike, a lot faster"

Funny how time can pass really quickly or really slowly. Dread, as Mycroft found out, made it go very slowly, the ride could not have taken more than fifteen minutes and yet it seemed like an hour for Mycroft. He thought about the state his brother would be in, if he was dead, dying or alive and how would he tell mummy that he could not save his brother, it was irrational to think that Mycroft could have done anything to stop Sherlock, especially since the two brothers had grown apart in the last few years, but it still made him feel guilty, it made him feel sick, his brother was dying and he could have stopped it.

The car stopped in front of a shabby building, Mycroft stepped out calmly, his face showing no emotion, he walked to the doorman and showed him a picture "I'm looking for this guy"

"You the law? Where've you been? I've been complaining about those two since-"

"I'm going to take care of it, where?" The man pointed at the end of the hall "Keep the car running" The room was dark when Mycroft walked in, it smelled like something had died a long time ago and judging by the sound his sloes made when they left the ground there was a lot of old food on the floor. He turned on the lights and immediately regretted it, he had prepared himself mentally for every possible scenario, but now that he was there he realised that it was a truly horrifying sight. Sherlock lay in a corner, the phone a few inches away from his hand, a white, thick liquid surrounded his head and the only sign that he was alive was the sound of shallow breathing. Mycroft walked quickly towards Sherlock, he tripped on Jay's body but he barely noticed his only focus was on his brother's figure that had just started convulsing. He kneeled and took his brother in his arms "Sherlock" he spoke softly, trying to hide the tremor in his voice, Sherlock did not seem to react but it was not long before he stopped shaking and instead vomited, his body did not even arch when the white fluid started flowing out of his mouth. Mycroft carried him to the car, he was thin and he could feel every bone under the pasty skin.

"A&E?" Mike asked stepping on the accelerator

"Yes, fast please" Sherlock's head was on Mycroft's legs "Sherlock? Wake up, please" he pleaded, desperation clear in his voice. Sherlock's eyes fluttered open, glazy and unfocused but open, Mycroft sighed "Stupid 'Lock, very stupid" Sherlock's eyes seemed to smile.

"Interesting" he whispered, then he went limp and his breathing could no longer be heard, Mycroft panicked, the door opened and a doctor helped get Sherlock onto a stretcher, they rushed inside.

"He's not breathing" A nurse shouted

"Weak pulse" a doctor said as the hospital doors closed and Mycroft was left sitting in the car, wondering how he was going to tell mummy that Sherlock was dead.

Waiting also made time go slower, Mycroft had been given a private room where he took call after call from everyone in the government; apparently there was a crisis. He could not care less London could burn; right now his brother's life was so much more important.

"Mr Holmes?" A young doctor was standing in the doorway, Mycroft nodded and stood up, prepared for the worst "Your brother is stable now, critical but stable" Mycroft drew a shaky breath "You can go and see him, we are moving him to the private room you requested, a nurse will take you there"

"Will he recover?"

"If he wakes up he should make a full recovery" Mycroft nodded

The room was dim, the curtains were shut and a ray of moonlight illuminated Sherlock's face, the breathing tube on his mouth made him look fragile, it was unusual for Mycroft to see him in such a state; his brother always looked strong and sharp, even when he was a kid or after losing a fight, when Mycroft picked him up he always looked fine. But now he looked dead.

"Really stupid 'Lock" Mycroft whispered as he sat down. Soon the events of the day took their toll on him and he fell asleep

"My!" An eight-year old made his way towards his older brother; the teenager opened his arms and caught him. The kid was crying but did not want his older brother to find out so he hid his face on the boy's shoulder.

"What's wrong" Sherlock shook his head "'Lock?" he tried to look at his face "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not!" he shouted, but his voice broke "I got something in my eye"

"'Lock, would an excuse like that fool you?" he shook his head "if it doesn't fool you it won't fool me, now tell me what's wrong"

"Uncle John told mummy that I was a freak, just because I figured out that he was having an affair with the girl in the candy shop"

"So you finally figured it out!" Sherlock looked at him confused and dried his eyes "I did it a few days ago, what gave him away"

"His belt had traces of caster sugar on the inside, I noticed when he took it off to help mummy up the tree. Aunt Joanne doesn't like caster sugar; she uses the brown one, remember?" Mycroft nodded "There is no caster sugar at home because we used the last of in our experiment the day before he arrived and mummy said that she would not buy anymore, so that means that he should have gotten the sugar somewhere else, when we went to the candy shop I noticed that the girl had loads of caster sugar on her hands" Sherlock smiled proudly and Mycroft laughed

"That is very good, but awfully complicated don't you think?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow "When we went to the candy shop I noticed that the two were exchanging looks, that combined with the fact that aunt Joanne did not come despite loving candy means that she knows about the affair but doesn't want John to know that she knows" the brothers remained silent, Mycroft was wondering about dinner while Sherlock wondered about how he managed to miss 'the looks' he always missed that kind of thing and now that he thought about it 'the looks' were quite obvious but he just dismissed it as irrelevant, sentiment was irrelevant. Maybe that was why he was a freak

"Am I a freak?"

"No! Of course not, you are amazing" Mycroft smiled "You are so much smarter that the regular people and they're just scared of that, there will always be people who want to hurt you."

"And what do I do?"

"Tell me, I'll always help"

"Really?" Mycroft nodded and Sherlock smiled.

"That is clearly not true" A deeper voice said, he sounded like an older Sherlock "You always made it worse" Suddenly the little Sherlock in his arms began to grow until his nineteen-year-old brother was standing in front of him "The noise Mycroft, I don't know how you do it but I tried, you could have taught me and I would not be in this situation, but you kept it to yourself didn't you?" The voice morphed again now it was his own voice.

"You could have stopped it when it started, but it was so much better for you, did you think you had your little brother back? Is that why you didn't stop me? Selfish bastard" the earth opened and Mycroft fell.

He woke up startled and looking around he realised tha nothing had changed, Sherlock was still unconscious and the only sound that could be heard was the beeping of the monitor, he glanced at his watch he had slept for nearly 12 hours and it was time for him to get back to the office. As he stood up he heard an alarm go off, he turned sharply and Sherlock's eyes met his, wide open. Shocked. He was struggling against the tube, he tried to sit up but he was too weak, three nurses rushed into the room.

"Mr Holmes, I need you to calm down please" Sherlock did not stop

"Sherlock! Do please calm down!" Sherlock looked at him again; the heart monitor went back to normal as Sherlock laid still "Good boy" Sherlock's index and middle finger came up.

"Mr Holmes" the nurse said "I am going to take the tube out, when I do I need you to cough" Sherlock shot a pointed look in her direction 'just do it already, would you?' "Ok, one, two, three" At the same time as the tube was being pulled out, Sherlock was helped into a sitting position for which he was grateful since he was attacked by the worst coughing fit he had had since the first time he had tried marihuana "The doctor will be with you in a moment" The nurse said, leaving on the bedside table a plastic cup with a straw and a straw, Sherlock tried to reach it but, as he had expected his muscles were not responding correctly, Mycroft held the straw to his lips and he drank.

"Happy, are we?"

Sherlock did not answer. He felt weird, floaty, he was cold but he was sweating and he could only think of one thing that would make it better: the next hit. Mycroft started ranting about something but he could not concentrate, shivers went up his spine they made him feel colder and weaker, a wave of nausea hit him and he resisted the urge to vomit, he swallowed the water but it did not help, suddenly he found himself turning away from Mycroft as he gave into the nausea, when he sat up Mycroft had stopped talking and was looking at him, there was no emotion in his face "Get out" Sherlock whispered

"Wha-"

"I said get out!" Mycroft looked at his brother amazed, he shook his head and walked out, leaving instructions to contact him if anything changed and a handful of MI5s.

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Again, I'm sorry for the delay and I hoped you enjoyed! The next chapter might take a little longer to come because I have something planned but I need to develop it properly.

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