Fifty Shades of Holmes Brothers

by somanyhands

A series of 50 short fics about the changing relationship and dynamics between the Holmes brothers, from Sherlock's birth through to adulthood. No slash but there will be some brother love and tenderness as well as an amount of hatred and bitterness too. Contains mention of drug use. Not one fic per year, just 50 short glimpses, in chronological order. NOW COMPLETE

33. Enough

Sherlock sat by his bedroom window for three hours, watching people pass by.

Several patients wandered past, closely observed by members of staff, and the groundskeeper nodded to him twice during his grass-cutting duties.

Sherlock himself let out a long sigh. He was bored. Bored of being a prisoner at Mycroft's will. Bored of everything.

He watched two patients, a man in his 40s and a younger woman, early 20s, walking slowly through the garden, their arms linked casually, supporting each other. They're relaxed postures and facial expressions showed that they were friends. Good friends, helping each other through the trauma and difficulties of rehab.

For a short moment, Sherlock was envious. He envied their smaller, lesser lives. How easily they connected to each other and how calm they both looked, even in the face of the pain of withdrawal and rehabilitation.

He watched them until they disappeared from view, feeling unusually uncomfortable in his own skin. Sherlock turned his eyes back to the expanse of green outside his window and let his mind wander. What was outside those crumbling walls? He only had a vague recollection of actually being admitted to the facility, and he didn't recall anything about the area around it.

Perhaps it was time to find out.