John pov

John didn't know what to do. He wanted to talk to Sherlock, to be close to him again. But he was scared, Sherlock had returned to his old habits. The students were more intimidated by Sherlock than even saw him punch Anderson one day.

His cold exterior was back, stronger than before. His eyes were cold and emotionless. It scared John to see what his old friend had become and it horrified him to think that this was all his fault.

He should've been there for Sherlock. It was hard time for him and John should've supported him instead of turning away. Now he thinks it might be too late.

John still cared, of course he do. No matter what happens, he will always care for Sherlock. He wanted to help Sherlock to break free of his father once and for all.

With hard efforts, he finally came in contact with Mycroft Holmes. He was quite surprised when John first called him.

"Hello? Am I speaking to Mycroft?"

"Yes, and who is asking?", replied a stern voice.

"This is John Watson. You could say I'm a friend of your brother's. I'm aware of his uh situation at home and I want to help."

"That's very kind of you but how are you possibly going to achieve that?"

"Well, that's sort of the reason I called. I was hoping that you would help me put his father in custody."

"That's quite a big favour you are asking. You asking me to put my own father under custody."

John was getting impatient, "do you realize the things he is doing to Sherlock? Do you now care for your brother at all?"

"Of course I care! And I am well aware of the state of my own brother."

"Then help me."

"I'll see what I can do."

John smiled to himself, hoping everything will start getting better again.

Sherlock pov

Sherlock was done. He tried his best to shut it out, to shut everything out. He tried deleting John completely. He tried every possible way he could think of to forget the pain but he can't. It's always there, whenever and wherever. Sherlock just want it to stop, even for a moment.

He tried to move on but it's more difficult now, knowing what having a true friend feels like. He miss it. Sherlock build up his wall again. He stopped trying to be kind to those around him. John's not there to convince him otherwise anyways.

About three weeks after the incident. Sherlock got a call from the police department. Sherlock was surprised at the call but mostly annoyed.

"Sherlock Holmes speaking. Whatever you're calling for, I didn't do it."

"Hello Mr. Holmes, this is officer Gregson. I am inviting you to Scotland yard so we can have a little chat about your father."

Sherlock immediately grew nervous, "excuse me? Is this a joke? Who put you up to this."

"Your brother and an anonymous confederate."

Of course it was Mycroft and that "anonymous" had to be no other than John. Why did he cared anyways?

"Fine, I'll be there as soon as possible."

20 minutes later, Sherlock entered the station. He saw Mycroft and John sitting in Gregson's office and walked in to join them. John was looking at him in a sympathetic way, but why? Sherlock thought he didn't care anymore, that he was done with him.

Gregson and Mycroft explained the situation to Sherlock as John sat in silence. Apparently John had called Mycroft asking for his help to bring Father in custody. All they need now is affirmation from the victim.

Sherlock didn't know what to say. Should he be grateful that John decided to help or should he be enraged that John got himself involved in a business that's not his to meddle with.

This was the very few times that his emotions got the best of him. He spilled everything, from his mother's death to the most recent incident that caused the conflict between him and John.

After he had finished talking, he glanced at John and saw tears leaking through his eyes. Maybe he did care after all.