note: this one's a longer chapter. Thanks for the following and the likes.note2: sorry for the grammatic mistakes, my main language is not english, i'm actually Hungarian.Enjoy this chapter!
-It can't be him, right? - Lestrade asked. He looked tired, and he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He didn't even went home, he was busy doing paperwork, and now he had to deal with this. They were in his office. He sat behind his desk, Mycroft sat infront of him, and Sherlock was looking out the window.
Mycroft looked better, wasn't so pale anymore, he was in an expensive suit, his umbrella next to him.
-Sherlock saw him shot himself in the head. The whole "Miss me?" game was part of Eurus plan, but honestly, this message could be anything. We know nothing, and seems like this whole nightmare still not over yet-said Mycroft.
-Well, there's only one way to figure it out- Sherlocked turned back, looking at Mycroft .- Let me talk to her.
-No.- Mycroft stood up. - If we have to talk to her, I go see her, you...- he couldn't finish
-She's not interested in you, Mycroft. This whole "game" was beacause of me, she wants me, not you.
Mycroft was hurt, but he knew Sherlock was right.
-Well, she hasn't spoken to anyone since last night. -Mycroft said- She just sits in her chair, looking out of her head, she wasn't very reactive to anything. Like she's not here mentally.
-I will find a way to talk to her- Sherlock said.
-Where's John?- Lestrade interrupted. The brothers looked at him, like he disturbed something important.
-He's home, with Rosie- Sherlock said.
-I bet you haven't even talked to him since -Mycroft said.
-I have my reasons, brother, like making sure no fake Moriarty tries to kill him.
-So you think this message is fake? -Lestrade asked.
-I saw him shot himself. He couldn't have faked that.
-You managed to fake your own death too.-Lestrade answered.
-No he's not faking it. I'm sure.-Sherlock answered.-But let's not waste time. Give me the adress, and i do what I can.-
Mycroft sighted, looked defeated.
-Right, i send you the information, and I make sure the clinic let's you in. But Sherlock be careful she's...-
- Yes, right, dangerous. Obviously. -with that Sherlock made his way out of the office.
-Oh and Sherlock?-Mycroft turned at him, making Sherlock stop at the doorframe.
-Have a shower. You stink.
John was tickling Rosie, and she was screaming and kicking as John attacked her. "How innocent" he thought.
-Well, little girl, you ready for nap? Hmm?- he asked. As a respond Rosie laughed at his Dad.
John grabbed her, and put her in her crib. He looked at her for a few moments. He liked how Rosie has the eye of her mum. Oh, John really missed Mary. Mary would know how to make things right.
John closed the door behind him as he left, leaving Rosie for a nap.
He looked at his phone. There was no respond from Sherlock, although he texted him like 4 hours ago. He wondered if he even went home since then.
He thought it was time for calling him. Just when he was about to press the dial buttom, he heard the doorbell ringing. He went to open, hoping Rosie wouldn't wake up.
He opened the door and saw Sherlock Holmes standing on the other side. He looked pretty bad. He was pale, sweathy, his eyes were sunken, and John was pretty sure he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
-Jesus Sherlock, are you alright?
-Yes, deffinetly. Baker Street is still under reconstruction, but I have to take a shower somewhere so I thought I would come. Where's Rosie?-he asked
-She's sleeping.
-Then we shall be quiet.
-Right. I thought you might come by soon, so I brought some clean clothes for you from the flat yesterday.
-Thanks, John.
With that Sherlock entered the flat, quiet as possible, grabbed his clothes from the chair and went to the bathroom.
John closed the door. He wondered if his friend had eaten something since yesterday. Probably not. And while Sherlock was in the bathroom, John went to the kitchen, making some tea and toast.
Sherlock was slowly getting out of his clothes. He didn't really wanted to waste time, Mycroft mailed him the adress, he just really needed that shower.
He started the water, then stepped in the shower. He enjoyed the water pouring at him, it made fresh, and he kind of felt like a new person. As he put his head under the spray of the water, he closed his eyes and relaxed for a moment.
He was in his mind palace again. He was walking down a long corridor, checking around, when he noticed the door. It was one of those doors that opened recently, so It must be about his childhood. Should he enter?
No. He couldn't let himself down now. He was walking past the door when he heard someone from the other side.
-What did you do, Eurus?!- it was kind of like Mycroft's voice, but rather high pitched.
Sherlock stepped closer trying to listen.
-Nothing, we were just playing.- Sherlock's heart beated faster. It must be Eurus' voice. And then he heard something else. He heard heavy crying, loud, you could sense the pain while listening. It was him, little Sherlock's voice.
-Then why is he crying? - it was Mycroft's voice, almost shouting at his little sister.
-Crying? Oh... I thought he was laughing.
And with that he felt the mind palace shake, the walls collapse, and he was back in the shower, at John's flat.
Sherlock opened his eyes, he was out of breath. He stepped back, putting his hand on his chest, trying to calm himself down. His vision was blurry, but he could sense how everything was spinning, he could felt the world collapse.
He needed a few minutes to calm down. He finished his shower, then got into his clean clothes.
He had to stop these memories from coming back. He should be the one controlling his own mind palace. It never should shut down like this in the first place.
He got out of the bathroom, hair still wet. Opposite the bathroom there was little Rosie's room. He quietly opened the door and went in. The whole room was in dark, curtains covering the windows. It was a typical pink child room. Toys on the ground, Sherlock carefully avoided them then went to the crib. He saw the little girl asleep, hugging a teady bear in her little hands.
"Kids. It's not like I will ever understand them". Eventhought he liked Rosie. He didn't thought he would. He was kind of againt the idea of a child. But he's used to it now. John and Rosie. It was kinda like his second family. And he was Rosie's godfather after all. He wondered if Eurus was like Rosie at this age. Hugging a teady bear in her sleep. A toddler is a toddler no twisted mind could change that. Right, Eurus. He has things to do. Like all the time. He usually liked the excitement but right now he would prefer a quiet afternoon. He sighted and left the room quietly. He went looking for John to say his goodbye, and he found him in the kitchen.
-Sherlock! Have a seat I made you some toast! - he smiled
-I should go, I have things to do- Sherlock said.
-Well, your " things" can wait, you have to eat. Look, you went through a lot, and you don't want to pass out while doing whatever you do, right?
-Hmm. - He knew John was right. Euros not going anywhere. "She's probably just planning the end of the world, that's fine Sherlock, have your toasts" He sat down at the dining room, and John put a cup of tea and some toast infront of him, then he sat down on the other side of the table.
Sherlock wanted to go as soon as he can, so he started to eat his toast, so John would let him off.
-How are you?- John asked.
Sherlocked wondered off. How stupid question. It never mattered how Sherlock is. He's happy when he's friends around him are safe, but they're not at the moment.
-Well, I can see how are YOU. You couldn't sleep, though you tried, and you have Mrs. Hudson's parfum on you, but that's not all, you..-
-Sherlock stop it. I didn't asked you to deduce how i feel or who I was with.
-I'M FINE. - he said angrly.
-Yeah well, you haven't eat, haven't sleep, and you're only having a shower now. Look, 4 days ago you didn't even knew you had a sister, and yesterday she made us do those terrible things, and i'm pretty fucking sure that no one would be fine after that, not even the great Sherlock Holmes. You act like a machine, but i know you well enough, and i know that you care, so you don't have to pretend this whole "sociopath" thing infront of me. You ignored me since we got home, because you know I know. That you feel. So talk to me.
Sherlock felt destroyed. Amazing. So John knows how weak I am. He suddenly felt so small and powerless.
There was a reason why he didn't wanted to talk. If he starts to talk now, let those doors tight open, he won't have the power to protect his friends. His mind would go crazy and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He was about to avoid this as long as he can, that's why couldn't let himself think about this yet. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to see Eurus again. But he has to. To save the others. And to change Eurus if he can.
So he did what he had to do. "For John and Rosie. My family" He looked up, straight into John eyes, and he forced himself to say those awfull words.
-You know nothing about me John Watson. You couldn't be farther from the truth. I do not care, not for Eurus, neither about last night. You should be with your daughter instead of daydreaming about me.
Sherlock stood up went to the main door. He's heart was aching but he had to say it so John would let him go. Maybe he will apologise after he talked to Eurus. "If he wants to see me after this"
He grabbed his coat and was about to leave when he heard John behind him.
-I know you. No matter how hard you're trying to push me away, the harder you try the closer I get, Sherlock. Don't do anything stupid please. Call me if you need me. I'll be here.-John said.
Sherlock stopped for a moment, he wanted to turn back, to say sorry, to talk to him, but he couldn't. So he gathered strength and left the flat without saying anything.
He was now on his way to Eurus, smoking almost a box of cigarette on his way. "Smoking away the pain. The east wind will blow it away"