John looked at Sherlock and could see he wasn't happy with were the conversion was going, Sherlock hated anything that couldn't be changed by him, but hated it even more when his brother won

' Sherlock was is going on here because I haven't a clue'

' I don't want to talk about it' Sherlock mumbled and would have sulked on his side if it was not for the wires on the side .

' fine I will get to the bottom of this with or without your help Sherlock, now are you going to tell me or is your brother' and with that Sherlock turned around.

' I, I had drug problem's ok and it got out of control, I ended up getting so high I would have black out's and wake up not knowing were I was or what had been happening, one night I went to the dealer like I did but by then i was so depended on the drug's that I...I don't know what came me, there was these needle's on the floor, great spot to do drug's you know- I picked it up and well you can guest what I did'

'god Sherlock, for someone with your brain you can be very thick' John said to him looking at him with pity

this made Sherlock angry as the he hated being called thick and being looked like he was a child

' Don't you see my brain was the reason I was on the drug's in the first place, before I did all the case's I do now, I was bored, at the time it was how i got my kicks, any way I was missing for two day's and when they found me i was passed out on the floor in a pool of my own vomit and blood, I had picked up something and was in hospital for a week, very ill'

John looked confused ' so how were you self harming, by the sound's of it you were that off your head you didn't have a clue what you were doing'

My croft answered of Sherlock ' when we got him home we made sure he was not going to go from his room for anything unless he was clean again- we removed any object's fit as dangerous as we knew what he was like after not having his fix for a few day's and we waited. he would throw thinks and god know's what else and this went on for days. then one day you where too quite so we opened your door and there you were high as anything and covered in your own blood and nearly dead' he turned to John ' he had cut is own wrist's'

Sherlock had tear's running down his face

' I am sorry'

' Sorry does not cut it Sherlock, mother and father had to watch as

there youngest son had to have his heart started twice, you were 17 Sherlock, a kid'

John didn't know what to do, he knew that Sherlock hated himself and also his brother at that moment in time but he knew he would hate it even more if he tried to hug him in anyway

' I think you should leave know, before i get up form this bed and regret my action's' Sherlock snarled at his brother, fire in his eye's

Mycroft knew that Sherlock meant what he said so decided to leave

' right I better be off, bye little brother good luck and john can i talk to you for a moment'

John looked confused as he left the room and before he had even shut the door he ask ' what's this about'

' Mycroft made sure the door was shut before carrying on

' My brother is not in the best of moods or health at the moment John, and even though he is to stubborn to say it we both know it. Moriarty is out to get him at any mean's and trying to kill him isn't the half of it- you need to make sure your family is safe John, as you know I have put 24 hour watch on you and even Sherlock, when he is like this watch him as I know what he can do when he is lost- the marks on his arm tell you that and I am worried Moriarty will try to get him in other way's'

Mycroft looked at his brother who was still giving him dirty looks form the window

' you don't know what he went though in the two year's he was away John apart from torture - lucky my brother has a strong mind as i have seen men go crazy of it'

Mycroft left him standing there sinking in the information.

Mary came over ' hey you ok?'

John looked at her, Mary I want you to be safe, so i want us to move into Bakers st for a bit, just until he is feeling better as well. i don't want him having a relapse'

' OK John, but not for long, I don't know how long Sherlock could take it- not the way he is feeling anyway'

' thank you, i love you' and John kissed her not caring if Sherlock was watching