Sherlock story

Deleted Memories, Chapter 154

Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy

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A/N: Folie à deux means Madness of two

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"Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others." ~ Winston Churchill

Mycroft opened his eyes to see Sherlock walking beside the trolley. Apparently, someone put IV fluids in his arm. There was a tube coming from his right arm and one of the workers walked elevating the fluids as he followed the trolley. John was on the other side of the stretcher. John's hand that was touching the edge had blood on it.

Mycroft frowned.

He could not remember much after talking to Sherlock and having Butler tell him that the timer stopped. He blinked and looked up as his eyes focused. Sherlock was walking beside him and he felt pressure on his hand. He glanced down and noticed that Sherlock was holding his hand. Sherlock looked embarrassed that he had been caught. He however did not let go of Mycroft's hand. Embarrassed or not, he did not intend to let go.

Mycroft rolled his eyes best he could, "Don't tell me that I …" Mycroft could not bring himself to say the word, faint.

"Yes." Sherlock, normally would have taken the opportunity to torture him, but instead was unusually quiet.

"Sir." The emergency personnel said. Sherlock reluctantly let go of his brother's hand.

They lifted Mycroft to put him in the ambulance. John and one emergency worker lifted Sherlock inside as he sat opposite Mycroft's trolley. The emergency personnel were busy with medications, attaching blood pressure cuffs, and heart monitors. The gentle rhythmic rock of the vehicle and the wail of the sirens indicated that they were moving and had pulled onto the road. Mycroft's agents drove before the ambulance and behind.

Sherlock took Mycroft's hand back into his as he looked past Mycroft deep in thought. Sherlock did not argue when they put the hated orange shock blanket over both him and John. Mycroft tried to focus as he looked over John and Sherlock. John looked exhausted and beat up, but there were no outward signs of torture, he had feared the worse and sighed with relief.

He then looked at Sherlock and frowned. Sherlock looked like he should be laying down on his own trolley. Mycroft's eyes were heavy he was trying with great effort to stay awake. "We're a pair." Mycroft managed in a sleepy voice as he raised his eyebrows in an attempted to force his eyes to stay open.

"You scared me," Sherlock said as he still looked past him and stared at the wall of the ambulance.

Mycroft looked into Sherlock's eyes and frowned, "Sorry," he said without hesitation.

Sherlock looked him in the eyes now as the brothers said many things to each other wordlessly.

"You're tired, go to sleep, I'll fuss at you later. I'll watch now and make sure that you're okay, at least until we get to the hospital. At that point, I'm afraid I'll most likely become unconscious."

"M… Make sure someone is behind to catch, Sherlock." Mycroft barely managed before his eyes closed. If Mycroft was more alert he might have analyzed the irony of the role reversal between him and his brother. However, in his sleepy mind the only thing that he knew was that he felt safe with Sherlock watching over him. Because of this, he stopped fighting the pull of sleep and embraced it.

Sherlock watched Mycroft closely. John and the emergency personnel watched Sherlock closely. Everyone but John was surprised that he stayed conscious as he watched his brother. At least until they walked through the doors of the hospital. At that point, Sherlock did as he once predicted he would do, when he knew Mycroft was safe.

He fainted.

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