Chapter 3

I am Here For You.

"Wha-haha "

"Is this some kind of joke? Ahaha"

Watson had never laughed so nervously, he thought his heart would pop out of his chest, because of what stood right before his eyes. He wanted to make sure he read everything correctly, re-read the text 3 times and on the fourth it just broke his heart.

And this is what the text said:

"John, Sherlock does really need you, he is just thinking more about you than about himself. I sent you the text, i know it was stupid but i was desperate, Sherlock went back to his old days. He couldn't cope living without his blogger. I need you here tomorrow at 1 p.m. sharp and i will take you to him. HE NEEDS YOU JOHN! "

Watson still stood there and he tried to suck up all the tears, but failed miserably. He knew, he knew Sherlock was alive and that he was okay, he stopped saying it, mostly because every time he did people would either laugh in thought that he was joking, or shut him up. John lifted his head up very obviously that he was trying to cover up what he was feeling at the moment.

" What do you mean by-uhm-by-uh-by his 'old days' ? "

Mycroft hissed at him.

"Shh, not here! I said where and when. We will get you and you...you.."

Mycroft sighed and looked down at the ground, he never wanted to see his brother into what he was in his early years, again. He was scared for him, so scared that he put John's life in front of Sherlocks. But even if John knew, he would still do anything for his precious Holmes, even if it means to die.

M. Holmes moved his head around so Watson couldn't notice he still cared for his brother to some exstend.

"Hmpf, fine i will-I will come at the designated time and place, but if this is some kind of sick jo-"

"DAMN IT JOHN!"

Mycroft shouted not really giving a thought of where they were sitting. Mycroft Holmes, out of all of the people he shouts, he gets frustraited and lets it all out. Everybodies reactons were the same, shocked that such a man like Mycroft would shout in a libriray, a very strict one to be exact. Mycroft looked around nerviously.

"I'm sorry, i'm so, so sorry... John, i can never joke about my brother I-"

"Wanna bet?" John snapped with a smirk on his face.

"MIST...eurgh. Mister Watson, please, we have had our fun, but this is no laughing matter!"

"Of course, i mean this is Sherlock, the most serious people of all... Just like your tie."

You could hear the sass in John's voice from a mile away. Though it was true, Mycroft's tie was in a very Christmasy spirit, it was red with green stripes and sprayed on white, like snow. Mycroft stood up very smoothly from his chair.

"I guess that is the end of our conversation Mr. Watson. Tomorrow as said"

"Of course Mycroft, will you be dressed as Santa by then?"

"Maybe when you finally propose to your girlfriend Mr. Watson"

John didn't really take it as an insult, him and Mycroft have talked a bit after Sherlock's supposed death, that was their kind of humour. John chuckled and stood up to shake Mycroft's hand.

"So no Santa this year i guess. How very upsetting!"

Holmes cracked a real smile for the first time, not very often you see that.
And so they both britished their way out of the building and went home.

~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~

As John was in the taxi he didn't really know what to say to his girlfriend, he didn't go out much, and Lestrade was out of town. So he had no idea how he would go out without it being strange to her. He arrived at home and stormed trough the door very noisily, not as much as he wanted to.

As he entered there were stairs right in front of him, to his left there was some space for the coats to hang, shoes and bags. and to the side of the hangers and such, there was a door to the kitchen. But John didn't hear or see anything there so he assumed she was in the living room, which was to the right of where John was standing. Nadia, didn't really given attention to the noise that was made by the doctor, she kept on watching her show, whatever it was.

"HELLO DEAR"

Shouted Watson trying to have laugh. Nadia jumped like a rabbit off of the sofa grabbed the remote and pointed it at John.

"What the FUCK john? I almost got a heart attack!"

"Awh, i'm sorry i just wanted to have a bit of a laugh..sorry again"

"Hmpf..Whatever, how was the therapist?"

Nadia said it like she just wanted to seem like it matters to her, after that pathetic try to show she cares for him Ms. Howarth plopped back onto the sofa with the remote in her hand changing the channels. John sighed, he didn't even know why they were dating, whenever he wanted a good shag, she pushed him away. He was kind of thankful to himself that he didn't propose.

"Yeah good, it was good, uhm I'll be out tomorrow by 12:30 pm sweety."

"What? Why? Lestrade is out of town...You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know i just..want to go out more, that therapst really knows what to do eh? Haha"

He laughed hoping she wouldn't question him anymore.

"Yeah, Kathy is really good."

You wouldn't think much of those words, but the way Nadia said them shocked John a bit.

"Uhaha-What?"

"Uhm, ahaha, oh honey, I mean as a therapist, of course, you haven't gone out in days and now look at you!"

"Ahh, yes, of course love. I'll go to bed i'm feeling very exhausted."

She just nodded. He got so frustrated about it, John wanted some passion between them. Something exiting, they haven't had sex for more than a month And every time he asked, or hinted that way, something was always wrong and she pushed him away. John thought Nadia may be cheating on him but he never found anything that would push him to such a harsh conclusion. The only thing he got as a clue towards that was her not being turned on by Watson. All of those thoughts went trough his head while he was getting ready for bed.

"Here we go again, another sexless night."

John chuckled at his own horrible luck and slowly fell asleep.

~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~

John was in front of the Library a bit too early, and by a bit i mean half an hour earlier. He couldn't wait, how could he? He was going to see Shelly aga-Sherlock-*Cough*-He was going to see Sherlock again. And so he waited, he circled the building a bunch of times, looked at the pretty garden, nothing interesting really, but it's a silent Library, you don't expect much from those.

It was 1:01 pm, Watson was so ready, so ready to s-to see Sherlo-'Oh god no...what am i doing?' No he can't he-the therapist was right-Sherlock is dead, that's it, Mycroft is just playing a prank on him, M. Holmes is probably sitting somewhere having a laugh. John was in pure denial by then, he ran to the street that was in front of the library to catch a cab and go home.

'Everyone was right, what the fuck was I doing?'

As the doctor got into the cab a hand grabbed him very tightly to his arm, pulling him away from the cab in frustration. In just seconds he was inches away from Mycroft's face.

"We had a deal John, where in the hell do you think YOU are going? "

"I-uh-thou- "

"You thought what exactly? To bail on me to make me look like a fool? I was desperate enough to sent you a text and Sherlock told me not to. Do not give up now. .You "

Watson's whole face fell. Sherlock told him? He told him not to contact John .. Why? Was he trying to run away from him? Did he hate John so much, and wanted to be a bit dramatic. Watson opened his mouth but before he could say anything he found himself int he limo with Mycroft, with a Christmas suit next to him.

"Haha, Mycroft is this some kind of joke? Were you ac- "

"Don't be daft it's for you. "

Mycroft had a very devilish smile while saying those words.

"Wah-huh-haha, What? "

"There are people out there, people who will kill you if you knew about Sherlock"

"Knew exactly what? "

"Hmpf, you know it, but i won't tell you what it is, just put it on, you need to, i promise you it is not a joke. Sherlock would kill me if i didn't cover you up so no one would know who you were "

"And your first choice was Santa, that definitely wont attract any attention...

'Santa Clause enters the house of the very friendly and family like, Mycroft & Sherlock Holmes!'

...Definitely nothing weird there, a therapist i can und- "

"Ha-ha Mr. Watson, just put on the suit and we shall go in the house, so you could help brother dear."

John cleared his throat and stared at the Santa suit.

"Hmpf-yes, yes of course "

~~~~~~Penises & Vaginas Later~~~~~~

Where they were taken, John had no idea, he was didn't really care at the time, the only thing that came to his mind was how itchy the stupid fucking suit was. As the got up to the door, Mycroft stopped John and turned to him

"Before you get in I-"

"I wont say a thing to anybody, i will keep this to myself, and if i ever want to come here i will cover up my face and anything else that identifies who I am"

Holmes' lips spread wide and he chuckled.

"Alright then, now, let me prove to you that you are not so insane."

Watson almost jumped up and down like a child, he was so excited! He was going to see his best mate again, Lestrade was an amazing friend, but there was something about Sherlock.

They got into the elevator, 5th floor out of 9, apartment 507.

Mycroft opened the door very slowly, Watson was feeling his heart going into his throat, his stomach tying in a knot, the things he felt were not describable.

The door was opened widely, you couldn't see much, there was barely any light, and there was smoke trough the whole apartment it seemed like.

John waved away some of the smoke so he could get trough, he coughed until he got to a sofa, there was the blue robe, Sherlock's it was spread there all dirtied up.

And then, oh then..

"Oh Mycroft, why do you keep trying to make us feel like family, it's so pitiful. And could i get a lighter instead of coal please Santa? "

That-that voice, that deep voice, that tired voice, tired of people.

John turned around and with one swipe took his hat and beard away from him facing Sherlock.

"Joh-John, oh god-I don-I have-I missed you joHN!"