Sherlock
"Sherlock?" I am aroused from my thoughts. What the Hell? John? When did he get back?
"Hm?"
"You haven't set foot outside since the ice storm." I look up at John who had entered the flat without my awareness. Odd. How is that even possible?
"Quite right."
"You haven't answered your phone when Lestrade called, you haven't even touched your email."
"Right. You're point?"
"What are you not telling me?" I smile before replying,
"Many things John." He shakes his head,
"No, about the ice." He can never know about the ice, quickly I screw my face into a look of confusion,
"What about the ice?"
"There is something you aren't telling me about the ice." I suck in a lungful of air quickly and quietly,
"That's a story for another time my friend." John just won't leave it alone, how mundane.
"Do you not like the ice?"
"John, I said it doesn't matter."
"Sherlock." He says my name, one word, but in such a way that it's commanding me to tell him about how much I hate ice, how much it scares me. I lean back in my chair and look into the fireplace...
Sherlock Age: 23
I race down the hall way and out the door onto the icy step, losing my footing for one moment and going sprawling across the sheet of ice that covers the driveway and sidewalk, encasing everything.
"SHIT!" I cry out as I try to regain my footing, almost in vain. I glance over my shoulder before walking as quickly as I dared down the street, careful of the ice. A shout. I turn only to see Mycroft go flying across the ice. I don't have time to react, he comes straight for me, knocking my legs out from under me. I fall with a loud crack on the ice, hitting my nose and feeling a crunch. Warm blood oozes from my nose and down my face, I can taste it on my lips, see it turning orange on the ice. "SHIT MYCROFT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I shout as I again try to find my footing on the slick, smooth surface. Furiously I wipe at my nose, there is going to be a bruise tomorrow morning, at least it's not broken. Mycroft falls back against the ice, going limp, his eyes are closed, something is wrong, something isn't right. Blood still flowing from my nose I slide over to him, he doesn't wake when I shake him, he's hit his head. Oh God. There's a bruise, blood. Shit. I pull him onto my lap before checking his pulse, faint, but there. Oh God. Oh God. Someone, anyone, help me! "ANYONE? HELP!" I call out, my voice shaking and rebounding against the houses. I lean over him and start to talk to him, even though I know he can't hear me, "Mycroft, oh God. Mycroft, you have to wake up now. You can't just... No you can't just die right here." I can feel his blood soaking through my pant leg, "Mycroft, oh God. Shit. We're going to get you some help, somewhere. Oh God. This is all my fault, if I hadn't pissed you off you wouldn't have been chasing me out of the house. Oh God. What if you can never forgive me? What if you're going to be different forever. Oh God," I raise my head and call out again, "SOMEONE! COME HELP ME HERE!" Tears are falling down my cheeks, mixing with my blood. I wipe my nose again before succumbing to the noisy sobs that I swore no one would ever witness. "Oh God." I moaned, feeling like if he died right now it would be all my fault, I would have killed the only person who cared about me right now. Mummy would never forgive me. I had worked so hard to put any feeling, any form of caring for anyone, away, in a box, out of sight forever. Now when something like this happens they feel the need to come out and make me look and feel like a fool. I wipe my eyes before sticking my hand in my jacket pocket to get my phone I steady my voice before dialing nine-nine-nine. The ambulance arrives ten minutes later and ask for details that I am unwilling to give. I stand up as they take my brother to the hospital and I go into the house. I pack a couple of bags and leave a note to Mycroft telling him where I've gone. Letting him know how sorry I am for getting him hurt and how I don't feel like it's safe anymore for me to be around him. I leave and start to look for somewhere to live when my phone buzzes,
I'm sorry Sherlock.
MH
I sigh, of course, after only a couple hours after I leave he wants me back, typical,
I know.
SH
Come home?
MH
Sorry brother.
I can't.
SH
What are you going to do?
MH
I'll think of something.
SH
I never want to see his face again, thus begins the rivalry of Mycroft and myself.
I finish the memory and look at John one last time,
"No I don't. I hate it." John smiles like it's a joke,
"You going to tell me that story?"
"No." He looks surprised but understands that it's probably better to let me brood and mope around until the snow and ice melt. Smart man. He goes to his room, leaving me sitting in front of the fire. I think about all the things that have happened since that fateful day, how maybe I should forgive Mycroft, but that means I have to forgive myself first. I can never do that. Never. I'm not wired that way. I sigh and stare into the embers, feeling useless and bored. I get a text message,
I still don't blame you Sherlock.
MH
I know.
SH
NOW! For everyone who read 'This Should Be Interesting' Sorry for the repeat. It's not that I don't have anything, it's just that I love this chapter. Sorry for the repeat again. Please forgive me. I just really like this story so... Hope you don't mind reading it again.
Now. For all new comers to my world. Welcome, hope you had a wonderful holiday. Mine was brilliant. Now if you guys have anything that you think I should write, a Sherlock peer into the past, or anything like that, let me know. I'm open for options, considering that I have nothing in mind right now. I probably will have something up later today as well though, not a repeat, but something new. Not sure what it is yet. Hopefully I'll be getting Sherlock season one in the post meaning that I should be full of new ideas... Maybe Sherlock should bake something. No... That'd be weird.
Thank you everyone for reading and enjoying. Thank you for leaving comments and suggestions. You guys are brilliant.
Until Gallifrey is free,
Time Lord Victorious
P.S. I think I might run out of things to say before forty chapters of this. That would be sad. So if you're new, I suggest going and looking at 'This Should Be Interesting' I think it's just as good, if not better. Possibly better. Thanks again.