"This isn't my psychiatrist. My psychiatrist is upstairs." John sighed before saying my psychiatrist was out and I could wait upstairs but that Dexter had to wait in the car because what happens upstairs is private and confidential. Dexter argued for a bit but John soon talked him down.
"Fine." He yelled "I'll go home then just like you planned." He stared at me and I stared back his icy glare held mine until he gave in and left.
I followed a shocked John upstairs were Sherlock was waiting. "Thank you for not letting him in." I nodded to John. "He gets a bit angry at times." I say shaking my head.
"It's ok" John smiled "my father was a drunk and abusive to me, he sighed, and my sister is now also a drunk. Fortunately for me I joined the army as a doctor so I could make something of myself. If you ever need to talk family I'm your man." He sighed. I was shocked I couldn't even tell John hid his past so well. I looked over at Sherlock who hadn't moved from his position, hands steepled under his chin eyes closed.
"Is he in his brain prison." I asked. John looked at me a worried look plastered on his face. "Oh. Sorry. A brain prison is were I store all useful information, and sometimes even memories." My face fell as I remember after my parents death when I was stuck in a coma unable to escape my brain prison. I sit down in Sherlock's chair legs crossed. John sat opposite me knowing I wanted to talk. In his own way John was as smart with people as Sherlock was with cases. He could read emotion as if it was a massive sign above your head. "My parants died in a car crash" I began to tell him my story, of how they picked me up after I had ran away because they found out about what I did to myself. They drove over a bridge and the car hit the water before I knew what was happening. My parents died on impact, but I survived, the doctors didn't believe the paramedics when they said I had pulled myself out of the car and swam to the river bank. They found me passed out and rushed me to hospital were my heart stopped and they put me on life support I was in a coma for two months, before they managed to wake me up. Every day I laid there reliving what had happened in my brain prison.
"Sherlock calls it his mind palace." John murmured after I had finished.
I sighed to myself it must be good to have a palace and not a prison. It was almost an hour before Sherlock emerged from his mind palace. I decided to tell him about his brother.
"I met Mycroft last night." Instantly John and Sherlock's attention was on me. "He had a car tail me and two men kidnap me I gave one of them a concussion and the other a broken nose and ruptured spleen. Unfortunately they were two more waiting for me. When we arived I was met by your brother, who in a sick tempt to reconnect decided to offer me money to spy on you."
"Did you take it?" Sherlock asked. I answered with a no. "Pity we could have split the cash. Think it through next time." I smiled to myself.
"I'll try to bargin the price up." I giggled. " See how far he would go." John smiled at my genuine happiness. "What happened to the pink lady case?"
"Well we solved it. However not before John could shoot the killer in a heroic attempt to save me."
"He recons he didn't need my help. I think it's just because he got grumpy when lestrade made him wear a shock blanket and let press take photos of him." John said tears of laughter brimming in his eyes. Sherlock pulled a face and stormed off to make a cup of tea before slouching back and asking John how the kettle worked. I sighed, I needed more days like this filled with happy bickering and laughter.
A/N: Hi thank you so much for reading my fic. Please comment any questions or improvements you would like me to make and I will consider each one. In the next chapter I will be making some 'casualty' character reference. Tune in soon for you next chapter -GamerWolf156