"Sherlock?" John paused in the living room door. "Sherlock? God damn it, Sherlock? where are you?"
John heard a mumbled greeting.
"Sherlock?" He stopped in his tracks. Sherlock was sat on his chair, on his phone, not texting actually listening to someone, not talking, but listening was half way there, "who is it?" he whispered.
"Mycroft," Sherlock replied covering the receiver.
"Is John there? Loudspeaker Sherlock.'"
"Yes Mycroft, whatever you want." Sherlock pressed a button, before putting the receiver on the table. "John."
"Mycroft."
"Our parents died last night-"
"Oh my, Sherlock are you okay?"
"Mm, yeah fine."
"Don't mind me. I need your help, John."
"Why exactly?"
"I need you to go with Sherlock and clean our their house-"
"Why can't you?"
"I actually have a job John, I can't just leave."
"Do they only give compassionate leave to people with compassion?" "Something like that." Mycroft mumbled.
"Sure, why not," John paused, "Sherlock get dressed."
"Laterz Mycroft" Sherlock said picking up his mobile from the table.
"Don't cause John any trouble Sher-" Sherlock hung up.
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Fanfiction"Do they only give compassionate leave to people with compassion?" "Something like that." The Holmes parents are dead, Mycroft's not talking, and Molly and Greg are struggling with a grieving Sherlock and a John a year post Mary running away; this c...
