Chapter 13
Thank you to SilverOcean01for looking over Mycroft's sections for me to make sure I had kept him in character. Thank you for the help and support it means loads! As always thank you so much for the reviews please keep them coming they mean so much to me. I love to know that you are reading this and what you think. So please when you finish reading leave me a review it will make me happy. Go on, it's Christmas! Not long now to season three of Sherlock! I am so excited, I can hardly wait! Anyway on with the story!
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John stood outside the hospital room trying to tell himself that what Sherlock and his doctor were talking about wasn't necessarily bad. He was a doctor himself, he knew this so why couldn't his sensible, professional mind take control of his thought processes? He was worried about Sherlock, something he seemed to do an awful lot for someone who didn't really seem to care one way or another what happened to him. He sighed, he knew that wasn't true...Sherlock's actions on the hospital roof and the slight almost imperceptible shift in the dynamics between them told him they were friends. He was worried about his friend. He longed to barge back into the room to know they were providing Sherlock with the care he was so bloody stupid to deprive himself of. The only thing that stopped him was respect for his friend, he deserved the privacy to speak to his doctor about his health.
"Mycroft would you stop it this isn't helping," John said curtly as Mycroft paced frantically muttering in low angry tones about the disgraceful behaviour of the medical staff and of course of Sherlock.
"Do not try to tell me how to care for Sherlock. I think I am perfectly capable of knowing what is best for him, even when he doesn't know it himself," he said evenly.
"Spying on everything that he does isn't the best for him, infact speaking as a medical professional I'd say it has the opposite effect. It is very unhealthy and unnatural," John said.
"You are an army doctor, Doctor Watson not a psychiatrist so this is hardly a professional opinion and when have the rules of the so called 'normal' ever applied to my brother? You know why I watch him, can you imagine what he would do if he wasn't being monitored closely. Can you imagine what could or would happen to him," he answered.
"He's not scared of you Mycroft so you watching him has no effect on what he does. In fact if anything it just makes him all the more tempted to push the boundaries just to irritate you," John argued. He knew now wasn't the time to stand and argue with Mycroft but he couldn't stop himself from being drawn into the argument.
"You still don't see do you John, not that it matters, not really," he said shortly.
"What are you talking about? What don't I see?" John demanded. He was tired of Mycroft's games and secrets. He had happily let John suffer the agonies of trying to accept Sherlock's death while he knew he was alive and well. He knew Sherlock had told him he wasn't to know but he couldn't suppress the feeling that Mycroft had enjoyed the power of having such vital information giving him an edge and power over him.
"I know all too well what my brother gets up to and I do believe he needs tabs kept on him to stop him going too far, something I think you help with to a slight extent. You have an interesting effect on my brother. He cares about you, well as much as Sherlock is able or wants to care about another person that is. I am all too aware that nothing I say will stop my brother," he said.
"Then what is the point in all the cameras? He already knows you can find out what he is doing anyway?" John pointed out.
"I never actually said that is what the cameras were for did I Doctor Watson," Mycroft said . The silence stretched oppressively round them as John realised why Mycroft had the cameras. He was worried about his brother's health. "Like I told you when we met Doctor Watson I worry about him. Now if you'll excuse me I really do feel we have waited long enough he said as he walked off to find a doctor to tell him what was happening with Sherlock and to let him back into the room.
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"No," Sherlock said firmly. He was tired of listening to this doctor. He was tired, his head hurt and for once he actually wanted to sleep so why couldn't this doctor jut leave him alone and let him sleep.
"Mr Holmes this isn't really something that is up for debate," the doctor pointed out again.
"Yes it is. I have the right to discharge myself at anytime. I do not have at least a week to spend in hospital I have work to do so I will be leaving," he said curtly.
"If you do not allow us to regain control of your epilepsy you will not be able to work much longer. You must already be able to feel its effect on your body and you know that is something that will only get worse. So can you let us do what needs done Mr Holmes," the doctor said. Sherlock had ignored past appointments as usual leaving things till they got to desperate levels. The doctor reminded him again that if he did not wish his epilepsy to limit his lifestyle then he needed to be sensible with it and actually take care of it.
"Fine," he grudgingly agreed as he knew he needed it back under control so he could work and focus on the emerging game with Moriarty he could not be seen as weak.
"Good we will work with you this week running a series of tests to help make sure you are on the correct medication and the correct dosage," the doctor said.
Sherlock resisted rolling his eyes he wanted this over with as quickly as possible he hated hospitals and he had more important things to get on with.
"You have really done it this time Sherlock," Mycroft said disapprovingly the second he and John were allowed back into the room.
"Mycroft," John said warningly.
"How many times must we have this discussion Sherlock? You know I worry about you. You know how it was always me who looked after you," Mycroft said.
"I do not need you to look after me," Sherlock snapped.
"Yes you do, you do need me afterall you either do not or are incapable of looking after yourself being back in here shows that. You claim not to need me yet after that faithful day on that rooftop who was it you went to Sherlock? Who, that's right, me. So lets stop with all games and just accept that you need me," Mycroft said.
"Enough you are not helping. Yes we are here to support Sherlock that is what friends and families do but what you are doing is not helping this is not the time for your games," John snapped. He met Sherlock's eye for a brief second seeing the silent gratefulness and appreciation that rested their for a second that would go unnoticed by anyone else who didn't know Sherlock. He knew not even he really knew Sherlock but he was a lot closer than anybody else was.
"You think you can look after him Doctor Watson?" Mycroft asked with a dry laugh.
"I do not need looking after Mycroft, when are you going to learn you cannot control me like you control your puppets in the government," Sherlock snapped. He did not have the energy for the sparring with his brother and he did not want him around when the doctors carried out their tests. He wanted to maintain some pride and that was harder to do when he had no control over his own body.
"He's right Mycroft. I will be there when he needs me but he does not need to be constantly monitored, or controlled real life doesn't work that way Mycroft it's about time you learned that," John said said.
"You think what my brother does is real life?" Mycroft demanded.
"For him, for someone with as brilliant a mind as him, yes," John answered honestly.
"Then you are a fool Doctor Watson. I wonder how long it will be before you leave like everyone else does," Mycroft said.
"Piss off Mycroft," Sherlock hissed
"Don't worry i'm going," Mycroft answered as he left the hospital room.
"I won't leave," John said quietly.
"I know," Sherlock said surprising himself and John as he said it. They looked at each other a moment there wasn't really anything that needed to be said at that moment.
John sighed as he had spent the last twenty minutes reassuring Sherlock that Lestrade, Anderson or Donovan had no idea what had happened to him. He also promised him that he wouldn't tell them though pointed out that he really felt it best that Lestrade at least knew which Sherlock dismissed instantly.
He told Sherlock he would be back soon with his stuff and some reading material but that he should really sleep and promise not to make any of the medical team cry while he was gone. "Bored!" Sherlock said darkly.
"Grow up Sherlock," John said heading outside just as his mobile started ringing.
"You really should have that turned off John, can't you read the signs? You are a doctor afterall, mind you based on the doctors in here I wouldn't be surprised if literacy skills were not a requirement," he said moodily.
"Shut up Sherlock," John hissed as he tried to locate his phone to stop it ringing before it attracted any attention.
"The inside pocket of your jacket," Sherlock offered 'helpfully' from the bed. John shot him a look before he found the phone there and cut the call off without even looking to see who it was.
Sherlock chuckled dryly as John left the hospital room telling him he would be back soon. As he walked down the corridor he could have sworn he heard Sherlock mutter something unsavoury at him. Bastard, he thought to himself with a slight smile as he headed outside glad Sherlock was at last getting the medical attention he needed.
He cursed as his phone rang again as he got outside the hospital. He sighed as he pulled it out to answer it. "Hello?" he asked impatiently as he walked out to the main road looking for a taxi rank.
"It's not very polite to hang up on people John," a voice said.
"Who is this?" John asked carefully.
"Oh I think you know exactly who this is Doctor John Watson," the voice said laughing slightly.
John nearly dropped the phone in shock as the man continued to speak and the realisation of what was happening settled in on him. He was on his own in this Sherlock couldn't help him but he wasn't sure he could do this on his own. He had a horrible feeling that was just all part of the fun to him. He had a horrible feeling Sherlock would come later. He couldn't let that happen not again, he would stop him.
"Honey I would love to see you try. In fact I can't wait to see you try so here is what we are going to do..." he said as if John had spoken out loud. John felt his blood turn icy cold as he was given his instructions.