Sherlock kept holding John's hand until sleep overtook the smaller boy. He held it like it was a lifeline. Quietly, he took out his phone and texted Mycroft his decision.
'I'm going to take care of John' -SH
Almost ten minutes later, Mycroft texted back. He was getting slower, Sherlock laughed to himself.
'Very well, brother. I will be there in five minutes'-MH
'With Jeff no doubt?'-SH
Oh Sherlock couldn't wait to see Mycroft's face.
'Who's Jeff?'-MH
Sherlock burrowed his eyebrows.
'Obviously Lestrade, Mycroft.'-SH
'It's Greg, not Jeff and no he needs sleep for his work tomorrow.'-MH
'Since when do you care about people's needs or wants?'-SH
Mycroft didn't respond to this and Sherlock's smile began to grow even larger.
Eventually Mycroft turned up and opened the door,
"Sherlock, it would be best if we talked outside John's room."
Sherlock glanced reluctantly at John and sighed. He let go of John's hand and walked outside to Mycroft. He then shut the door.
"How was the coffee?" Sherlock immediately asked, whilst deducing. Mycroft sighed,
"It was fine, if you really must know. I actually came hear to talk to you about John."
Sherlock then sighed as well,
"I know about John, he..."
"I've come to tell you the rules Sherlock." Mycroft interrupted. Sherlock's anger rose, Mycroft always made the rules. He always had to follow them, even if they were stupidly idiotic.
"Oh yes, just like when we were younger. First rule..." he continued, doing an joke impression of Mycroft, "Don't be smart, I'm the smart one. Next rule, don't upset mummy. Because I always, always upset her, apparently..."
"Sherlock..." Mycroft said quietly, trying to calm him down. Sherlock did always over react Mycroft thought to himself.
"You never thought that you were the one upsetting her, oh no mainly me..."
"Sherlock!" Mycroft's voice penetrated his ears at full force. "We need to talk about the rules you need to apply when you start your life with John, because it will be your life. Also he is now my nephew...and I want, what is best for him."
"You don't think I'm good enough for him?" Sherlock answered, anger still swelling inside him.
"No, I think you're good enough for him, but some of your habits are not..." Mycroft took a breath. "...Sherlock you need to stop the drug habits and I mean properly stop, Sherlock. Not the occasional cocaine injection, nothing."
Sherlock sighed and sat down on the floor, wall supporting his back. Mycroft followed in suit.
"I've done well going this far, Mycroft."
"I know." Mycroft responded sadly.
"The noise is too much. The constant buzzing. I just need to clear all my thoughts and focus. I can't do that without the drugs. How do you do it, Mycroft?"
None of them spoke for a while, eventually Mycroft did,
"I don't talk or communicate to or with a lot of people outside of work. As some individuals may say, 'I do not socialise.' I only talk to people about the job and only briefly at that. It makes the noise decrease a lot more..." Mycroft hesitated, "However, recently, it has weakened more, since I have been out with the detective inspector. He stops the buzzing, the noise..." A smile lifted up Mycroft's face. "...I've always said that caring is not an advantage. Sometimes I wonder myself if that is true."
Sherlock lifted his head in surprise and eventually spoke,
"So you're wrong, the statement you said, might be wrong. Therefore Mycroft Holmes is wrong."
"I don't think I was particularly..."
"You've just admitted it." Sherlock spoke with a smirk.
"Fine I made a little mistake. It might not be a mistake..." Mycroft trailed off.
"I will try and stop, Mycroft, for John."
Mycroft knew he would try his best,
"Not just for John, this will improve your health as well, Sherlock." He turned his face to Sherlock, properly observing. He looked exhausted.
"There is a car outside, to take you home."
"I don't need to go home."
"Sherlock, John will be here in the morning."
"Mycroft, let me stay here just for tonight. I'll sleep on the chair." His voice sounded as if he was begging.
"Only, one night." Mycroft compromised with a huff.
Sherlock jumped up and went inside John's room. Mycroft looked down, just as Sherlock poked his head out,
"The body parts in the house, are still okay?"
"As long as they don't contaminate the water or food that you eat. I highly doubt it, but it may also affect John's Post Traumatic Stress. So don't go over board on them."
Sherlock scowled, but nodded nonetheless.
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