A/N: Not as long a break as I thought. I was away but I returned early, so here's an early chapter! It's short, as is the next, because it was one long chapter but I split it into two.

Warning again for implied drug use. And sex. Again. They missed each other, okay?!

Sherlock is very excited to wake up the next morning. It's surprising, since he spent the entire day before on a cramped airplane, but he's eager to spend the whole day with John, even though it'll be at school.

Plus, he gets to see and talk to Olive. No more awkwardly looking at each other in the hall, no more ignoring each other in class, no more creepy stares in the lunch room. Sherlock's never broken up with anyone, but the situation between him and Olive is what a break-up looks like in films. He's glad to be out of that funk and back to normal.

And, he's really excited to spend more time with his new friend Lapointe. He really wants to introduce Paris to his friends and help him with getting a job. No doubt he'll find one quickly, and that he'll get along well with Declan and the guys.

Sherlock is uncharacteristically up before John, so he gets in the shower instead of waking John. After he's dressed, he goes down to the kitchen to maybe privately visit with his dad before John is up, but Clement is nowhere to be found. Instead, he finds Declan downstairs making his own breakfast.

"Your dad said he had some stuff to deal with," Declan explains.

Sherlock nods in understanding and takes the cup of coffee Declan offers.

"So," Declan starts, "How was it? The Big Apple?"

"Oh, you know," Sherlock says, adding sugar to his coffee. "It was fun. We went to museums, the Empire State Building, and the Statue of Liberty."

"Awesome," Declan says. "What kind of food did you eat?"

Sherlock laughs at this question. "Uhm, we had pizza and cheeseburgers and-"

"Oh man, did you go to Brook's favorite pizza place?!"

Sherlock nods. "Yes, it was incredible."

"Isn't it!" Declan excitedly cries. "Brook and I went there three times last time I went. He ought to just work there, really."

Sherlock secretly thinks that he might have to if anyone finds out about his drug problem.

"So, speaking of Brook," Declan says, "Did you see him?"

Sherlock bites his lip. "Yeah, I did." Sherlock doesn't lie. "He was in and out but I saw him Saturday night."

"How is he?"

"He is..." Sherlock really doesn't want to tell Declan anything, so he just says, "Fine. He's fine. Good."

"That's good," Declan says. "He look good?"

"He looks happy."

Declan nods. "Wonderful," he mutters, then moves to get something from the fridge.

Luckily, John arrives in the kitchen before Declan can ask anything else about Brook. John happily grins as he approaches Sherlock and kisses him before Sherlock can say anything.

"Jesus," Declan mutters, "He was only gone three days."

John pulls away laughing. "Don't act like you don't miss Ellery when you're apart only an afternoon."

"Hey," Declan argues, "I can surv-" Suddenly his phone rings, so he stops to answer. "Hello?-Oh, hi El-Good morning to you, too.-"

He quietly excuses himself and takes his breakfast upstairs. John and Sherlock laugh at him.

Once Declan is gone, John kisses Sherlock one more time then moves around him to sit at the island.

"Where'd your dad go?" John asks.

Sherlock shrugs. "He had some stuff to do, I guess."

"Is he still going to the office for your mum?"

Sherlock shrugs again. "I hope not."

John nods. "So, now that we're actually talking," he says, "How was your trip? Tell me everything."

Sherlock goes on telling John everything from their sexting session to meeting Paris on the plane, including the incident with Brook. John tells Sherlock that he needs to tell his dad, and his dad needs to get Brook's dad involved. Sherlock fully agrees.

"And this new friend of yours," John says, "How do you know he's not a serial killer or something?"

"I just have faith that he's not," Sherlock says, "But wouldn't it be more fun if he was a serial killer?"

"You have a twisted mind, my love."

"One of our primary school teachers said I have a 'too active imagination'."

"They were right."

Sherlock laughs.

John kisses him, then gets off of his seat to make breakfast.

"So, I thought this afternoon I'd call Paris to show him around."

"Yeah?" John asks. "Am I going to be pushed aside for pretty boy Paris from now on? You just got back on speaking terms with Olive, am I even going to see you anymore?"

"What?!" Sherlock cries. "Of course, don't be absurd."

John smiles. "How about for every afternoon you spend with Olive or Paris, you owe me...something."

Sherlock quirks an eyebrow. "Something?"

"Dinner, maybe a massage, no experiments for a few days, a blow job..."

Sherlock laughs. "You want me to perform oral sex on you just so I can hang out with my friends?"

"Well, when you put it that way...yes."

Sherlock laughs harder. "How about you don't try to black mail sex from me and I'll service you whenever I feel like it because you're such a good boyfriend?"

"Alright, I can deal with that arrangement," John replies. "I was just kidding, babe."

"But," Sherlock says, standing and moving around the island to John. "I am going to hang out with Paris today. And my dad is gone..."

John grins and embraces Sherlock tightly. "I did miss you a hell of a lot. We have a lot of time to make up for."

"Mmm," Sherlock says, leaning forward and capturing John's lips with his own.

They kiss hotly for long minutes. John pushes Sherlock onto the island and stands between his legs; Sherlock holds onto his head and kisses John over and over.

"Let's go back upstairs," John whispers.

Sherlock hops down and begins to pull John out of the room.

"Your dad will be home in five minutes!" Declan yells from the stairs.

Sherlock and John break apart quickly. They frown at each other and try to finish breakfast with the reminder of what could have been between them.

Sherlock finds Olive right when he gets to school. She spots him from down the hall, then she runs at him and hops into his arms. Their hug only lasts a second, because neither of them like hugging, then they just smile at each other quietly.

"Oh good god," John mutters, continuing down the hall.

Olive and Sherlock laugh, then follow.

"So, glad to be back?" Olive asks.

"Yes, I'm excited. Prom this week, you're talking to me again...it's exciting."

"It is," Olive agrees.

The day passes slowly, but finally the last bell rings and Sherlock rushes out of school to call Lapointe.

There's an answer on the third ring.

"Hello?" Lapointe eagerly answers.

"Lapointe? Hi, it's Sherlock Holmes!"

"Hi, Sherlock! How's it going?"

They exchange information about their day, then make plans to hang out. Sherlock says he'll go over to Lapointe's new flat in an hour, and Lapointe eagerly agrees.

When Sherlock gets home from school, he decides to spend the hour actually unpacking. Since he took Mycroft's larger suitcase instead of his own back, he was able to pack all of the stuff he bought. John happily watches as Sherlock models all of the clothes.

John peers into one of the shopping bags while Sherlock changes his shirt. "Did you buy any new underpants?"

"As a matter of fact, I did," Sherlock says, taking his pants off, too.

John licks his lips.

Sherlock, now completely naked, straddles John.

John's breath hitches as he places his hands on Sherlock's hips.

"What time are you meeting your new friend?" John asks.

"We are meeting him in forty-five minutes."

"Is your dad here?"

Sherlock shifts to sit completely over John's growing erection and press his body tightly against John's.

"No," Sherlock says. "He's still 'dealing with stuff'."

"What stuff?"

Sherlock brushes his lips against John's. "Who cares?"

John closes the small gap between them as he turns Sherlock over to lay on him.

Preparation is quick because John can't handle Sherlock's begging.

"Please…" he sighs. "Now, John…please…"

John tries his best to focus, but finally Sherlock is ready so he rips his own jeans off and pushes his now-slick cock into Sherlock in one motion. Sherlock groans loudly at the ceiling and arches his back beautifully.

John takes hold of the back of Sherlock's knees and pushes until Sherlock's knees are nearly touching his chest. The position doesn't bother Sherlock, because this way John's cock presses into him as deep as possible.

John thrusts wildly once they're ready, and Sherlock strokes his own cock.

"God…" John sighs, "I'm not going to last…"

"I'm not either," Sherlock moans. "I needed your cock…"

"I needed you, baby…"

John manages another handful of skin-slapping thrusts before he's pushing up roughly into Sherlock and coming deep inside him. Sherlock follows quickly after, when John pushes his hand away and grabs his cock instead.

John pulls out when he calms and falls over on the bed next to Sherlock.

"My god, I missed you," Sherlock says.

John laughs.

"I need a shower."

"I'll say."

Sherlock sits up to check the time, and while his phone is in his hand, Clement calls.

Sherlock nervously answers. "Hello?"

"Hey son. Can you come downstairs for a minute?"

Sherlock turns red. "You're home?"

"Yes…" Clement says. "Why?"

"Uh, no reason. Yeah, sure, let me clean up real fast."

"Clean up? What are you doing?"

"Unpacking. I'm showing John the new clothes I bought."

"Okay…" Clement says. "Come down whenever you're ready. Alone, please."

"Sure, Dad."

Clement hangs up and John sits up to wrap his arm around Sherlock's waist.

"What's up?"

"Well, my dad's here."

John turns more red than Sherlock was.

Sherlock stands. "He needs to talk to me. I'll be right back."

Sherlock cleans up quickly before dressing, then rushes downstairs to Clement.

Clement is waiting in his office with a serious look on his face.

He looks confused when Sherlock walks in. "Why do you look so flushed? Are you sick?"

"No," Sherlock answers. "It's hot upstairs for some reason."

"I'll lower the heat."

Sherlock sits at a seat across from Clement. "So, what's up, Dad?"

Clement folds his hands on the desk in front of him and leans forward. "Son, I need you to tell me what happened this weekend with Brook."

Sherlock's stomach drops. "Uhm…"

"I know something happened. I need to know what."

Sherlock bites his lip.

"You aren't in trouble, Sherlock," Clement tries.

"Is Brook?"

Clement doesn't say anything to that. "Just tell me what happened," he says instead.

Sherlock sighs. He knows it'll help more if he tells Clement, even if that means Brook get into serious trouble.

"Well," Sherlock tells him, "I was on the sofa before bed, just watching television, and Brook came in. He was drunk, I could tell, and he came to the sofa to sit with me. He ended up pulling out a small bag of cocaine and snorting it."

"In front of you?"

Sherlock nods.

"Did you try any?"

Sherlock shakes his head. "No, I promise."

Clement nods. "Good," he says, then leans forward and runs his hands through his hair.

"Why?" Sherlock asks. "How'd you know something happened?"

Clement stands from his seat and begins to pace back and forth.

After long seconds of nervous silence, he says, "Brook overdosed last night."

"What?!" Sherlock cries, jumping out of his chair. "Is he—"

"He's alive, yes, he'll be okay. Why didn't you tell me something happened, son?"

Sherlock shrugs. "I don't know; I hadn't gotten to it yet."

Clement nods in understanding.

"Have you talked to Mycroft?"

Clement nods again. "Yes. He found Brook."

Sherlock frowns. "He did?"

"In their bathroom."

"So, what's going to happen next?"

"Brook has to stay in the hospital for a while, and afterwards he'll be going to rehab."

"Does Declan know?"

Clement shakes his head. "Uncle Asher is on his way here now. Your aunt went to New York as soon as Mycroft called this morning, but Asher is bringing Gabby here to be able to be with Declan while Asher goes to New York."

"Alright," Sherlock says. "Is that why you've been out all day?"

"Yes. I was making arrangements."

Sherlock doesn't know what to say. He's worried about his cousin, of course, but he's even more worried about what Declan is going to do. And he feels bad about the incident with Declan; he feels bad for intentionally making Brook feel guilty about his drug use.

"Dad…" Sherlock says. "I said something to him…I said…well, all I said is that Declan would be disappointed if he knew about Brook's drug use…" Sherlock looks up at Clement with hurt and confusion in his eyes. "Dad, what if he did this because—"

Clement steps around his desk and grasps Sherlock's shoulders. "No, Sherlock, I promise you that you didn't cause this. Brook has a problem. It's not your fault."

Sherlock looks down at his lap.

Clement ruffles his hair. "It's not your fault, son."

Sherlock's gaze shifts back to his dad. "Okay, Dad."

Clement gives him a weak smile and steps back around the desk. "If you don't mind, son," he says, "Can you get out of the house when Uncle Asher arrives? He wants to see Declan with the most privacy as possible."

"Of course," Sherlock says. "Do you want me to take Gabby somewhere?"

Clement taps his chin in thought. "Yes, as a matter of fact. Could you? Take her to John's, maybe?"

"I was going to show Paris around," Sherlock says, "We can take her to the park?"

"That's fine," Clement says.

Clement lets Sherlock go and tells him Asher will arrive in half an hour, which is after he's supposed to meet Lapointe. He calls his friend to relay the news.

"A family thing's come up," Sherlock says over the phone.

"Oh…" Lapointe replies, disappointed. "So, you have to cancel?"

"No, no," Sherlock says, "I'll just have my little cousin Gabby with me, if you don't mind?"

"Of course not. If you have to cancel, I understand."

"No, my dad wants me to take her out of the house. So I'll be there in about forty minutes."

"Sure," Lapointe says. "See you, friend."

Sherlock hangs up by the time he gets back to his bedroom. John's waiting on the bed, this time clothed, and he looks concerned.

"What happened?" he asks.

"Brook overdosed," Sherlock says. "He's alive, he's fine, but…it still happened."

Sherlock sits on the bed and John scoots close to him. "I'm sorry, love."

"It's…well, it's not alright…my uncle is coming here and we've got to take Gabby out, alright?"

"Sure," John says. "Are we still meeting…sorry, what was his name again?"

"Paris. Yes, I just talked to him. I thought we could take Gabby to the park."

"Sure," John says again, kissing Sherlock's shoulder.

They spend the next forty minutes cleaning up all of Sherlock's clothes and getting them into the laundry. Sherlock shows John his new suit, and they distract themselves by making plans for prom.

The distraction works, and they carry on being overly happy that they're reunited once again.