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Dawn was not yet, the streets were covered by a dense fog and the time had come, Mycroft was waiting with Sherlock the black car that would take him to work. The brothers were in complete silence, the detective smoked almost compulsively, and the big brother still didn't understand Sherlock's new and apprehensive attitude.
- "Feeling nervous?" - Sherlock asked as he inhaled intensely the smoke until his lungs.
- "Yes" - replied almost instantly as guessing the question. - "Do you know what this means, brother mine?" - added Mycroft quietly.
- "Of course ..." - Sherlock affirmed by voting smoke through his nose - "... you will put your mask back" - said Sherlock uncomplained.
- "That's right, and ... do you understand why I do it?" - said Mycroft as he swayed on his feet and leaning his body on his umbrella.
- "Obviously, to protect us ..." - said Sherlock seriously.
And Mycroft smiled, the black car approaching Baker Street when Sherlock threw the cigarette butt on the ground and put out it, and shot a look inspecting his big brother.
- "You do not have to wait here with me" - said Mycroft
- "I'll wait you for lunch, Mike" - said Sherlock ignoring the words of Mycroft.
- "I do not know ..." - while getting into the car.
- "1:30, it will be then, call me when you got ready and please, do not forget to let me know when you get to your office" - Sherlock looked at his watch - "... in 10 minutes more" - Sherlock said closing the car door, the older brother was surprised, it was totally unusual and otherwise suspect thing, but he could not deny this affection and this level of concern towards his person, Mycroft had never lived it before.
Sherlock waited for the car to disappear at the end of the block before going up to his apartment,
- "Sherlock, there's something I have to tell you ..." - the detective abruptly closed the door.
- "Not now Ms. Hudson ... busy" - he stared at her, almost concentrated, and ran up the stairs to take his laptop, during the following days he would not take care of any case, John and he, would try to find out who was behind the messages, now the detective received a new message every 3 days, all of different numbers and were increasingly threatening, while Mycroft was in his part-time job, Sherlock could work on it, but at the same time he was worried about not having Mycroft under surveillance.
Three days later.
His elbows on the table, his hands crossed, and that inquisitive look, in front of him had the Secretary of State for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy. After a year away from his job, Mycroft did not notice too many changes, the routine was the same, signatures, decisions and calls, and his privileges within the cabinet office had been completely restored, he had even been commissioned to review the new agreements of the Euratom, he was now more than a simple counselor, Mycroft had to make decisions, and in the last days he had spent his time in meetings, interviews, and revising the treaties with the EU. With half a day of work it was impossible to cover everything, even for him, and discussions with Sherlock on the subject increased in the following days, Mycroft was convinced that Sherlock would understand at some point.
- "Mycroft, are you completely sure of what you are doing?" - Lady Smallwood watched the screen with fear, like a ghostly figure, Eurus walked from one place to another in her cell.
- "I do not pretend that my sister dies in prison, if that is what you think, Alicia" - said Mycroft in a low voice.
- "After handling and hiding the past affairs of my late husband, I will always be grateful to you, Mycroft, but this is too much" - Mycroft turned his head looking down at her with contempt.
- "I do not think it is necessary to remember that episode in our lifes now... that your husband never committed suicide, Alicia" - he said threateningly.
- "Mycroft, we have enough time in this to understand that your threats have no effect on me, I just want you to know that I am completely sure that this will be a disaster" - Lady Smallwood approached Mycroft softly touched the lapel of his jacket with his hand and looking into his eyes - "Your sister is a murderer and you too, as his mentor ... do not forget it" - she said turning and start to walk to the helicopter, Mycroft closed his eyes, and sat once more in the chair.
2 weeks later.
It was almost midnight when Mycroft arrived at Baker Street, Sherlock looked out the window and grimaced in disgust and sat on his couch waiting for his brother to arrive, John watched silently with an inquisitive look.
- "Mycroft Holmes! What sort of a time is this to get home?!" - Mycroft left his briefcase on the floor and slowly pulled off his coat.
- "I'm sorry Mrs. Hudson ... it's been a long day at work" - Mycroft was relieved that it was a long weekend.
- "Mycroft ... you looks ..." - the older brother brought the finger to his mouth telling her to keep quiet.
- "Goodnight, Mrs. Hudson" - said Mycroft leaning on the stairs.
- "See you tomorrow, Mycroft, get some rest" - said worried Mrs. Hudson. Mycroft slowly climbed the stairs, he was exhausted, the lower part of his eyes were blackened and his pale skin was almost gray, his lips were purple and had only been working for two weeks, his appearance was unhealthy in every way.
- "Mycroft" - said Sherlock without looking at his brother.
- "Good evening" - said Mycroft unbuttoning his tie and leaving his briefcase on the side of the sofa.
- "I imagine you will have dinner, we were waiting for you" - Sherlock said in a serious voice, John could see the tension between them.
- "Please, I'm starving ..." - said Mycroft quickly, the government official wanted to avoid any kind of confrontation, although he was not hungry Mycroft would make an effort.
- "We have soup, Sherlock, he cook it... If Rosie ate it is because it must be edible" - John said with a smile, while the detective returned a look of annoyance.
- "How was your work day?" - said John breaking the ice in the room.
- "Pretty long, I must be honest, the Brexit is a real nightmare, apart from that, I was in Sherrinford all afternoon, it was a relaxing moment, by the way our little sister is fine, Sherlock" - Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but did not respond.
- "That's good, do you go often?" - John asked while looking at Sherlock.
- "I try to go twice a week" - said Mycroft, his trips were not only visits, the big brother took Eurus to a therapist in London, on each trip his sister opened to him, and the relationship between them intensified, if Mycroft wanted her to return to a normal life, he must be earn her trust once again, and in the process at some point Mycroft had to tell Sherlock.
The three of them sat at the table, and although it was just asparagus soup, Mycroft looked at the soup like a real torture, was not hungry and was too tired. Sherlock watched his brother carefully, and closed his eyes, it seemed that Mycroft could collapse on the table at any time, Eurus was right, now the symptoms were more evident, and the younger brother felt a rage, deep down Mycroft was committing suicide slowly, that's how the way he saw it, and Sherlock could not do anything about it.
- "I thought ..." - Mycroft said hesitantly - "move out to the third floor, I speak with Mrs. Hudson, and she has two rooms there" - Sherlock looked at him surprised. - "This way, John, you can come back here" - declared Mycroft, intrinsically looking for John's support in his decision.
- "Explain to me, Mycroft, how do you plan to go up to the third floor if you can barely get up here?" - Sherlock said annoyed.
- "Slowly, in addition 14 steps more will not kill me, dear brother" - said cynically, Mycroft only thought about the Sherlock's future, if he moved to the third floor at some point could bring Eurus, and John, Rosie would be back with Sherlock, deep in his heart he wanted his baby brother to resume his previous life.
- "That's your brilliant answer ..." - said Sherlock leaning his arms on the table and staring at Mycroft.
- "Boys, please!" - Exclaimed John trying to calm his friends, but it was useless.
- "Sherlock, I do it for you" - said Mycroft sighing deeply.
- "I have not asked you any damn thing, Mycroft" - said Sherlock almost shouting. John looked at Sherlock worriedly.
- "Do not you want John to come back?" - asked maliciously Mycroft.
- "Do not get into John in this, do not try to manipulate me again, Mycroft" - Sherlock stood up from the table and dropped the chair backwards. - "I talk about you, Mycroft!" - Sherlock paused briefly looking at his big brother with despair - "Look at yourself, Mycroft, you look terrible, obviously too sick to continue, but you do not care what I think or feel about it, Right?”- Mycroft looked at him surprised.
- "Sherlock, I'll be fine ..." - trying in vain to reassure Sherlock.
- "You are a liar and damn stupid, Mycroft, stop treating me like a child, you cannot protect me anymore, you cannot stop me from seeing reality" - Mycroft closed his eyes, and Sherlock walked to his room. John and Mycroft were silent, the older brother supported his elbows on the table and dropped his head in his hands, I knew that these discussions could not continue.
- "I just do it for him, John" - said Mycroft.
- "Do you know what your problem is, Mycroft?" - The government official turned his head slowly looking at John.
- "Enlighten me, please, John" - said Mycroft in a low and threatening voice.
- "You still think that you can with everything alone, that you keep thinking about the people as if the people have nothing to say, Sherlock is your family, you're supposed to lean on him, you're supposed to let him take care of you, as you care for him and think about his future, what is best for him, Mycroft "-
- "I know, John, I have this damn way to control everything, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry" - Both men looked at the green and cold contents of their plates. John stood up from the table and Mycroft was completely silent, John was always right.
- "Then ..." - Both men looked at each other. - "Did you send my wife ... did you send Mary to shoot Magnussen?" - The question came out of nowhere, the Mycroft's body got tense and slowly put the spoon on the plate without tasting, and he knew that this kind of interrogation occurred more often
- "That's right ..." - Mycroft sighed in relief finally had said it.
- "Did she have done the dirty work for you?" - John said annoyed.
- "She was willing to do it, John, it was her job" - John looked indignant at Mycroft
- "She had a family, Mycroft, she had me, and you do not care" - John knew that he was not being fair but he still felt angry.
- "It's something that I warned to Mary, from the beginning, she knew the risks from the first moment that she fell in love with you, when Mary told me I did not object about it, in our world, John, there are always enemies that they want to eliminate us, so to speak, and we will do anything to keep the people we love safe "- said Mycroft in a low voice, John shook his head without understanding. - "I put it her on your way…”-
- "And it was the best thing that could have happened in my life" - interrupted John with moist eyes, his voice broke and quickly added - "If you want I can sleep on the couch" - said John.
- "No, I still have work to do, go to sleep, John" - said Mycroft in a sad voice.
- "Goodnight, Mycroft" - John said but there was no answer, Mycroft stayed a few minutes sitting thinking about Mary, he would never say it, but even then he still thought he could avoid Mary's death, if only he had taken into consideration the warnings Sherlock - Ammo - the government official knew that it had also been his responsibility, a plot in his face, for years, and he never realized, he had failed in every way possible. And it would not happen again.
Mycroft began to dry the dishes he had washed, thinking about everything that had happened, he looked at the time -1:15 am - he was exhausted, decided to work until 2 am and then sleep on the couch. He bent down to pick up his briefcase, a strong dizziness invaded his body and an intense desire to vomit, Mycroft walked as fast as he could to the bathroom, but it was useless, he held at the door and just could not contain himself, staining his expensive jacket and tie, Mycroft felt dizzy, panting and unable to stand from the floor, Sherlock took him from behind, the government officer could not stop vomiting and John looked at Sherlock with concern, the hands of Mycroft trembled, evacuated everything he had in his stomach and the bitter taste of bile remained in his mouth for a few minutes. Sherlock was still holding him and his right hand was on Mycroft's chest, he could feel his brother's heart beating out of control.
- "John, help me ..." - said Sherlock and both friends took Mycroft to the room. John came back with his stethoscope and opened Mycroft's shirt, the older brother did not have the strength to refuse.
In the morning, while opening his eyes, he could hear familiar voices, it was normal Saturday days, Greg or Molly always came to visit Sherlock, Mycroft turned his head, and there was Sherlock looking at him worried.
- "I think ... it would be a good idea that next week I stay at home and work from here" - Mycroft said swallowing with difficulty.
- "I think it's the best decision you've made, brother mine, anyway I already told Lady Smallwood, on Monday we'll go to doctor ... and this time I'll go with you" - said Sherlock bluntly.
- "I could not agree more with you, brother mine" - and finally after weeks he saw Sherlock smile.
- "This Molly here, do you think you can get up and accompany us to breakfast?" - said Sherlock worried, Mycroft sat painfully in bed, nausea and dizziness had disappeared, breathed deeply and the government official nodded.
- "I do not want to argue with you again, Sherlock ... and I do not want to waste more time, time that I do not have anymore" - said Mycroft before Sherlock went out the door, the younger brother leaning against the door frame.
- "Let me help ... then" - Sherlock said in a sad voice, the detective knew what Mycroft was referring to, Sherlock was beginning to perceive that there was not much time between them and there was still much to be said, sharing, the younger brother needed to know that he had to do, the messages and the state of his brother's heart, suspiciously he was united, each message was a premonition, he did not want to lose Mycroft as it happened with Mary, not again, would not let it happen again.
The rain in the morning, that penetrating smell of damp, the soft cold wind, it was a sign that autumn is coming, Mycroft loved that season and knew that it might be the last, Sherlock could not stop seeing the dark content, just coffee, he was hit with the news and Mycroft more resigned in some way had always intuited it, and Mycroft looked through the window thinking that he did not want to be a burden to anyone and the government official knew he should start putting his matters in order. Both brothers were in a coffee shop on Richmond Hill Street, after leaving the cardiologist's office hardly spoke and somehow Mycroft understood that Sherlock needed to talk. After Musgrave, Sherlock stayed for long periods in silence, Mycroft knew his brother well, and as if it was yesterday, the government officer remembered taking him to the forest, many times, while Sherlock was looking for some insect to teach his big brother, he usually said to him - Myke, I am sad and I do not know why - and ran into the arms of Mycroft sobbing without knowing why, sitting under the old cypress tree Mycroft consoled him in the best way he could do it, hugging him tenderly, the older brother always wanted to tell him, but he never found the way and strength enough to tell him the truth, Victor Trevor was dead, that his best friend was dead, Sherlock was too emotional, without realizing it, Mycroft became more and more overprotective.
- "Richmond Park is close, would you like to go?" - Mycroft asked in a low voice.
- "What for?" - said Sherlock without looking at his brother.
- "Just talk ... maybe there's something you need to tell me" - Mycroft said insecurely.
- "Do not be silly ... you know what I think, and the geographical location will not make you change your mind, Mycroft, there is nothing else that you and I have to tell us, you already made your decision" - Sherlock said annoyed and put on foot - "and yes, we are supposed to be family" - said Sherlock sarcastically and looking at his brother with anger.
- "Sherlock, please ... sit down" - but his younger brother took his coat and left, leaving Mycroft behind.
He opened the door slowly, Mycroft closed his eyes, hurt and lonely once more, he looked at his house, everything remained unchanged in time, the same fine furniture, the darkness and the long corridor, he took off his coat and left his umbrella a side, lit the fireplace, and just sat down, looked at his cell phone, but there were no messages or calls from Sherlock, perhaps his baby brother had finally understood, Sherlock had finally give up himself. His thoughts returned, he thought of alcohol and why not, sleeping pills, so weak, so predictable.
- "Steven, I need you to go to my office on Friday" - Mycroft demanded.
- "Official business, Sir?" - asked the voice the other voice.
- "No, personal matter, 12:30 I think it's convenient" - said Mycroft.
- "Perfect, Do you need anything else, Mr. Holmes?" - said the man.
- "No, Night Steven" - said indifferent Mycroft.
Steven was one of the best lawyers in London, and it was what Mycroft needed to settle his affairs, he would leave all his assets to Sherlock and Eurus, several properties in England, Mycroft was undoubtedly a millionaire man, but rarely did he exhibit his money, tired, he tilted his head back, the silence of the place began to numb his senses, and the creaking of the burning wood only relaxed him, his phone lit up in the darkness, Mycroft glanced sideways, tilted his body.
Are you coming?. SH
Mycroft put his hand to his face, he did not want arguments with his baby brother, maybe he needed a few days out of sight of Sherlock, both brothers were too obstinate to give in, their relationship was still corrosive despite that the older brother tried, and with his best effort, Mycroft was tired, just for tonight, sleeping pills, he knew that in the kitchen he had left a strip hidden, - what more damage could be done to my heart? - He thought.
No, I'll stay at my home, Good evening. M
It was Mycroft's terse response, completely ignoring that he was observed from the window, he stopped and stretched his tired body, I do not wait to read Sherlock's answer, he just started walking to the kitchen, in the middle of his journey he started coughing distressed, stopped to catch his breath and suddenly the curtain moved, it was a moonlit night, so it was obvious.
- "For god sake, Sherlock get out of there!" - Ordered the older brother, but there was nothing but silence - "Come on! Sherlock! - Mycroft repeated, the curtain moved once more, he squeezed both hands and his breathing increased, he could feel that something was not right, even if, the older brother was able to run for his umbrella he would not have the opportunity to use it, a shadow between the curtains appeared . - "Who are you?" - said Mycroft trying to control himself.
- "The correct question is: What do I want?" - said the man in a low voice and without warning, pointed his gun and only shot, Mycroft reached for support on the wall, the pain was not intense, with his hand Mycroft took the dart had buried in his arm, confused and began to feel dizzy - "Oh Dear Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes! is not so powerful or invincible! "- The man began to approach and Mycroft finally collapsed, did not know if it was poison, could not feel or move his body, Mycroft was terrified -" What is it that I want? "- The man again asked aloud, stood next to Mycroft and sadistically placed his left foot on Mycroft's chest and with the weight of his body began to crush him, Mycroft started to cough -" This is what I want ... Mr. Holmes, I want to see his face on agony and pleading, I want to take his heart out of his chest and I want to take it as a trophy! "- the man pulled a blade and smiled to see Mycroft struggling to get every breath -" Yes ... we will have a good time together, this is just beginning "- Mycroft was slowly suffocating when the man took out a cloth, poured a liquid into it and put it on face of Mycroft, it was only a matter of seconds before the government officer lost consciousness.
Sherlock squeezed the handrail of the stairs with his hands and bowed his head, - You promised me - he thought, the memory and the terror of seeing his brother lying in the living room of the house was still fresh in his mind, the feeling would not go away, for a few hours or days, the detective was disappointed, upset and frustrated, because even if he tried hard it was not enough, not for Mycroft.
- "Will you come to see him?" - asked Molly worried, Sherlock shook his head.
- "I'll wait for him to wake up ..." - he said sad - "John, could you ..." - the doctor started to walk to the end of the hall.
The bright light bothered his eyes, he felt confused, dizzy and thirsty, and was unable to understand what was happening, John approached slowly.
- "Mycroft?" - John said softly, the government official turned his head.
- "Sherlock?" - said Mycroft.
- "No, I'm John, Mycroft, how do you feel?" - John could understand that this had gone too far.
- "Dizzy, where I am?" - He struggled to wake up.
-"You are in the hospital"-
- "Why? ..." - Mycroft ask confused.
- "Last night you consumed a lot of sleeping pills, you lost consciousness due to an arrhythmia that almost killed you, Mycroft" - John said worried, filled a glass with water
- "It's not possible" - Mycroft did not remember what happened.
- "Yes it is, Sherlock found you lying on the living, do you remember?" - Mycroft tried to search his thoughts, his last memory was that he was sitting by the fireplace and yes, he thought to consume, but he was not sure if have done.
- "I do not remember ... nothing, where is Sherlock?" - He asked worried.
- "Sherlock is not here, what is the last thing you remember?"
- "I was sitting by the fireplace ... and then I answered a message from Sherlock"
- "That's it?" - Mycroft nodded as he had his eyes closed, but the government official did not answer, John sensed that his friend's brother was lying, or at least hiding something. - "Memory loss is not unusual, I will inform your doctor" - Mycroft looked at him sadly - "Did you try to commit suicide?" - The question was as embarrassing as it was disappointing, the older brother swallowed to clear his throat and answer for the first time Dr. Watson with the greatest sincerity.
- "It's been tough days, and my relationship with Sherlock has only gotten worse ..." - Mycroft turned his head and looked at John - "I will not deny to you, it was my first thought when I crossed the threshold of my house, I thought more at once, John ... but I do not remember ... maybe yes, I do not remember taking those pills "- John put his hand to his worried face. - "Will you tell my brother?" -
- "You'll tell him, Mycroft" - John took the glass with water and gave it to the government official - "I'll go for the doctor, and Mycroft" - I look tenderly at the older brother - "Just rest, you need it"-.
By the time he leave, Sherlock was waiting for him with his arms crossed over his chest, Molly was sitting with a cup of coffee in her hands, none of them had spoken for minutes while they waited in the visiting room of the ICU, John approached slowly, he still remembered every words of Mycroft in his mind, John wasn't sure what he should tell his best friend, they knew that Mycroft could have a relapse, amphetamines, alcohol or attempted suicide, John and Sherlock repeated constantly this words in the last weeks in their conversations, the detective had a serious and distant expression in his eyes, something selfish, Sherlock felt hurt, Mycroft had broken his promise.
- "How is he?" - Sherlock asked coldly.
- "Mycroft says that he does not remember having consumed pills, but he does not deny the possibility that he did it" - Sherlock slumped into the chair and Molly put her hand on his shoulder. - "Sherlock, your brother asked for you, Mycroft needs you, only yesterday he learned that ..." –
- "... that only he has months left, I know, John, I was there with my brother when they told him, but ... I do not have time now" - Sherlock said sighing and hidden his sorrow.
- "Where are you going?" - Almost shouted John, while Sherlock came down the stairs.
- "I'm going to see Eurus, we have a case yet, John, remember?" - John looked at him bewildered.
- "It's not the time, you also went through the same thing, relapses, drugs, and Mycroft was always with you ... and he will not be much longer for you, Sherlock" - warned his friend, the detective stopped, John, once again he was right, his words hurting him, but he just kept going down the stairs, the messages were more frequent, and he could not let more time pass, he needed the help of Eurus, Sherlock knew that his little sister was looking for this opportunity, a sign of redemption.
Mycroft started putting his things in his backpack, Molly had spent part of the afternoon with him, Sherlock's absence was just a sign that his baby brother was too tired just like him, Molly looked at him tenderly, Mycroft never imagined that she so sweet and really he never thought about in a special woman, always distant, always burying his feelings, it's just work, he had to be professional in what he did, he never had a serious date, a romantic moment in his life, somehow see couples on the street, kissing, it was something that he never would happen in his life, - Who could notice me? - He thought, something insecure sat on the bed and looked at Molly with a tender smile.
- "Sherlock, will come, Mr. Holmes" - said Molly sure herself, with the confidence of a woman still in love, but Mycroft doubted it, it had been more than a day.
- "I think my baby brother is too upset to come looking for me, so I asked for a taxi" - Mycroft said looking away - "I'm also a grown man, I can take care of myself ... by the way ..." - Mycroft swallowed and fixed his shirt nervously - "Thank you, Miss Hopper, for wasting your time with me" - the older brother took his backpack and medical discharge papers.
- "It’s fine, I will accompany you ... until the exit, Mr. Holmes" - she said.
- "Mycroft, please ... call me, Mycroft" - insisted the government official, she looked at him surprised; she had always considered the older brother so smug and conceited.
- "You can call me ... Molly ... Mr. Holmes ... excuse me, Mycroft "- she laughed nervously, and to Mycroft this attitude seemed so unusual and full of tenderness. Molly brought the wheelchair and the older brother looked at her strangely.
- "These are hospital policies, Mycroft" - she said.
- "I will not sit on that "thing", I can walk" - said Mycroft with his hands in his pockets and with a superb look.
- "If you want to go home ... I remember you, my hospital, my rules, Mycroft" - Molly said with a malevolent smile, the resigned government official sat in the wheelchair, part of his pride was diminished - "I will take you for some place of the hospital that you do not know ... so that nobody sees you "- she whispered in his ear, and the older brother looked at her with a smile. Maybe, she was not a woman with power, she did not have the intelligence that Sherlock expected in a woman, but Mycroft saw something more important in her, her passion for what she did, it was something the older brother had never understood in humans, the passion.
He kept the last shirt in his suitcase, everything was there, even the papers that still pending review and sign, Mycroft entered Sherlock's room sat on the bed and looked at the night table, surprised took the wooden photo frame mahogany, a photo of both, the older brother was nostalgic and sentimental when it came to his past, he remembered as if it were yesterday, his mother took this picture, Sherlock was about 6 or 7 years old, it was a hot summer day , both brothers splashed in the fountain that was in the entrance of the country house, while the statue of Poseidon threw water through his trident and finally fell on their head, Sherlock chasing his big brother with a wooden sword while the small laughed and shouted, Mycroft always believed that it was in that place where Sherlock built his fantasies and desire to be a pirate someday.
- "Felling better?" - Sherlock asked dryly, and Mycroft quickly left his mental palace, somewhat confused to see that his baby brother was standing in the doorway.
- "Oh yes, thank you" - replied Mycroft quickly and left the photo where he was.
- "We have to talk ..." - Mycroft nodded. - "What happened to you?" - Sherlock asked annoyed.
- "The truth is that I do not know ..." - he could not finish the sentence and was interrupted.
- "The great Mycroft doesn't know it, the one who knows everything"- said Sherlock mocking -"I'll tell you what happened, I went to your house around 23 pm, you were lying on the living room carpet, you barely breathed, dear brother and your heart skipped a beat in your chest constantly, in one of your hands had a strip with sleeping pills but completely empty ... "- Sherlock felt a deep rage, took a deep breath and continued -" Again, I want the truth Mycroft, what happened?"-
- "I do not remember, Sherlock, I do not know if I take those pills ..." - Mycroft's hands began to perspire.
- "Don’t lie to me, Mycroft, did you think of me? After all I've taken care of you, you're a selfish bastard ..." - Sherlock was losing his patience.
- "First of all, I've never asked you to take care of me, Sherlock" - said Mycroft almost shouting.
- "Do you have any idea why I do it?" - Sherlock said in a low voice.
- "You do not have to do it anymore ... I do not have to keep listening to you"- Mycroft's breathing increased.
- "Stop" - Sherlock put his hand on his brother's chest blocking his way - "No, we'll sit on the sofa, you and I will talk, as families do, do not you get tired of pretending that everything is fine?, this is how our parents raised us ... but me and you can change that vicious behavior ... "- Mycroft kept his eyes closed, without looking at his brother turn.
- "What do you want me to tell you now? I do not remember, Sherlock, I do not know what happened ... do you want me to lie to you, right?" - Mycroft put his hand on his face with desperation, Sherlock looked at him angry, and he was.
- "Mycroft, you were right after all, we have more in common than we thought ..." - Sherlock approached his older brother and stared at him, almost with contempt. - "Nobody deceives like an addict, your words" - Sherlock voice was soft, and like a dagger stuck in Mycroft's chest, his baby brother disappeared into the hallway and all that was heard was the door closing, Mycroft once again was sad and immobile, - "I'm sorry ... I'm really sorry, brother mine" - was all that almost inaudible from his mouth came out, but Sherlock was gone.
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