BROTHER
"Watson?"
I hear him but I do not look around. The telegram in my hand has been crumpled in my grief as if by doing so I can proclaim its words null and void.
Regret to tell you STOP Your brother dead STOP Condolences STOP
"Watson, come and sit here."
He leads me to a chair, where I collapse. The telegram flutters out of my hand and lands on the floor. I see him pick it up and hear his sharp intake of breath.
A second later, I feel his hand slide through mine and then I am sobbing on his shoulder.
He holds me tight like a brother.
This one is dedicated to KCS and Protector of the Grey Fortress on their awesome fic A Brother Noble. Please do not be mad at my absolutely depraved use of your marvelous story. I just wanted to see what would happen if Holmes would have found out about Andrews death during the case.