I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 1

(A/N This story will change POV's so everytime you see a line it's a different POV, thanks!)

POV Sherlock

He slammed the door with such force that the flat shook. My hands were now resting at my sides, tired from all the gestures they had been making while we had been "talking." He was angry at me and I knew it was my fault. My John... leaving Baker St... without me. A tear ran down my face as I clenched and unclenched my hands... like John.

I walked over to the window and watched him storm away. He was wearing his big parka and I could easily watch him move through the crowd. Not once did he turn back to look at our flat, I got worried. After a couple minutes of staring I went over to my phone and text Mycroft.

John's mad, probably going to crash at your place. -SH

Thanks for the heads up, now Greg has to make more food, what did he do now? -MH

Nothing, it was my fault. -SH

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POV Mycroft

I set my phone back on the table it had been sitting on and headed towards the kitchen. Greg was cooking something that smelled wonderful. I knew he could hear me behind him but he didn't turn around, so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me. He turned his head and gave me a little kiss as he continued to cook. I stuck my hand towards the pot to test the food but he slapped it away.

"Ow..." I said as I took my hand away.

"Not until later," he whispered.

"Sherly text me that he and Johnny had a fight, so he might come and crash with us for a while," I whispered as I nuzzled him a bit closer.

"What'd he do  now?" he asked as he turned the oven off and moved to get some plates.

"Sherly didn't tell me what John did..." I told him as I let him go and sat on the counter.

"No, I mean what did Sherlock do." He replied as he took whatever that dish was and set the table.

"Why do you assume it was Sherlock?" I asked, shocked that he didn't think it might be John's fault for once.

"Well you know how Sherlock gets sometimes..." He said as he turned to face me.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" I asked, how could he not stand up for my brother? I mean, I know I don't always say it but I do care for him, he is my brother.

"Well sometimes he can... be a bit much. I'm surprised John's been able to put up with him for this long!" Greg told me as he got out another plate on the table and motioned for me to  sit.

"John does not have to "put up with"  Sherlock!" I shouted "There is nothing wrong with him and I don't know why your always on his side." I was off the counter now, standing in the middle of the floor while Greg just stared at me.

"Well I'm sorry that we normal people are too boring for you and your brother, and that we're not as intelligent as you." He shouted back sarcastically.

"I didn't mean it like..." He interrupted me.

"Well then how did you mean it?" he demanded, suddenly very angry. I took a breath before answering and looked at the situation. How could I answer his question without making him mad? I didn't have a chance to find out.

He just nodded at me and didn't say anything. He went to the door, grabbed his coat and yanked it open as a surprised John was about to knock.

"I think we may need a break from the Holmes brothers for a while." I heard him say as he grabbed John's arm and dragged him off our steps.