shelter

by sherlockscarf

john and sherlock have a HUGE argument infront of the majority of scotland yard,sherlock storms out and donovan is a cow! chapter two has been finished and will be uploaded shortly. rated t because of tiny mention of self harm in chapter 2.

6. aren't i?

Shelter

John found himself in a large, square room. It looked as though he had stepped into the middle ages, there was a huge oak table surrounded by at least 15 chairs, a red, frayed rug sat under the table, and a huge mirror was hanging on the wall tho the left. It reminded john of the one they had in the flat, only bigger, MUCH bigger. On the far wall, opposite john there were four portraits, illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the windows on the wall behind him. There two women and two men in old, Victorian clothes, one of the men reminded john a little of Sherlock, same eyes, same knowing expression. Like he had just deduced everything about john as soon as he had fallen out of that window.

Only he was smoking a pipe, and was wearing a deerstalker.

Sherlock had nicotine patches and hated hats.

No questions asked, if john ever saw Sherlock wearing a hat, especially a deer stalker, then it must be nearly the end of the world.

On the wall to his right was a large oak door with a (what looked like, and probably was) a gold handle. John strode towards the door and reached out his hand to pull down the handle.

He pushed it down, the gold was cool against his skin, pulling the door towards him he-

It was locked, frowning he pulled it again, and again, and then rattled it just to be sure..

Locked, definitely locked

"DAMN IT" he shouted out, then covered his mouth… Sherlock could still be able to hear him.

~Sherlock~

I was angry, Mycroft had followed me AGAIN!

"I don't need your help!" I shouted at him

"Sherlock, don't be so childish" he purred

"I'm being childish? YOU followed me here Myc!"

"I'm concerned"

I rolled my eyes in a reply

"You shouldn't let this get to you Sherlock; we've had this conversation too many times before…."

"Oh of course I remember now! All those years of childhood and 'lessons with Myc' on how to behave and be manipulated by your older brother, well, here it is Mycroft, your finished, piece, your revenge to the world, a wrecked and ruined man on the verge of death!"

"You are not on the verge of death Sherlock, stop this nonsense…"

I held up the needle, "aren't I?"

Sooo really short chapter…. Again HA