Shelter, chapter four.
Okay this chapter isn't as good as I had wanted it to be, its sort of 'all against Mycroft' because he was a complete arse in 'scandal' and I have been giving him the silent treatment. Remember, reviews are my fuel, without them I break down and can't write anymore…. HINT! HINT! o_-
On that HINTING note I would like to introduce you to the 'lets kill Mycroft' chapter 4
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John sat in the flat thinking, where was Sherlock?
He had been gone for hours, it was getting dark…
God I sound like an overprotective mother, Sherlock can take care of himself, he's a grown man for god's sake!
Images flickered in the back of his head, Sherlock blowing things up in the microwave just to see what would happen, Sherlock running over roads and sliding over the bonnets of cars, Sherlock putting knives in the toaster to prove it was a myth…
No, he's like a child…
John grabbed his coat and moved towards the door, before turning back to Roxanne, he didn't actually know where he was going…
"Where did you all grow up?"
"What do you mean?" Roxanne frowned but she didn't take her eyes off of the now flaming liquid, taio was staring at it intensely, tilting his head to the side whenever the flames turned colour, apparently he wasn't colour-blind.
"Well, you all had a family home didn't you? Can you tell me where it is, Sherlock was saying that you all grew up in the same house and that Mycroft owns it now…"
"yea, its filled with dust now, no-one ever goes there, last time the front door was opened was when- I'll give you the address here, pen" she handed me a blue biro and told him the address of 'Holmes house', although it sounded more of a mansion than a house.
"Thanks, I'll be in touch if I find him" john turned to leave, adrenaline starting to seep into his body, firing up his muscles and making his head spin slightly.
"What will you do if you do find him?" Roxanne spoke from behind him, he turned around, she and taio were standing at the end of the sofa, she looked younger, blue eyes wide with concern for her older brother, she looked like a little girl, pale hands twisting around a tuft of hair on taio's neck, the dog looked up at his young mistress and nudged her elbow, offering comfort and support.
"I don't know, I suppose it depends, on him, I'll make sure he's okay, look out for him, even if he can't see me because.. because he doesn't want to…" he turned to leave again, but she reached out and touched his arm
"Don't tell Mycroft will you! He- he doesn't make things better for Sherlock, he, makes, he makes them worse." She bit her lower lip and stepped back again
"What do you mean 'he makes things worse'" john asked
"Uh….He, um, he has a way, of… of getting inside Sherlock's head, he… Sherlock won't ever admit to it, he'll see it as, giving in, I suppose, its Mycroft's fault, he gets inside his head..."
"Roxanne what do you mean?" john asked, getting worried now…
She sighed and run her hands through her wavy blonde hair, blue eyes drowned in worry "let's just say, Sherlock's more human than you think" she sat down on the sofa, staring at the flames…
"More human? What- what do you mean more human?" john asked raising his head higher, concern growing….
"More human than Mycroft"
John nodded and bolted out the door, Mycroft knew exactly where Sherlock was.
sMycroft was a liar…
8D aha, okay, short chapter I know, incredibly short!
Cliff hanger again! AND this chapter didn't explain anything about Sherlock… AHA!
Okay I'll upload the 5th one…. IF, you review, yes YOU! You there reading this message and wishing me to an early grave.I'll tell you the reason why, this story was supposed to be a quick drabble and well, its not, I have no idea where this is going (I have decided) and now realise that where it was going was into a hole, in the ground, because I would have just killed it.
If you want you can REVIEW! Could help me out with some ideas because I have one idea, but its just crap…it's too jumpy and there is no reason behind it what so ever and it's a bit fairy princess at the end…
Do you want to see Sherlock d-I will tell you no more…