Mycroft's P.O.V
"He isn't there anymore. He's got on with his life." I'm hesitant to say this, he hasn't truly got on with his life. Doctor Watson has actually been in a place for the mentally insane.
"What life? I've been away." My little brother looked to me finishing up the buttons on his coat. I wonder how long it will take until he figures out that I'm hiding something.
"Where is he going to be tonight?" He has become quite demanding, maybe it was the Serbians beating him. I did quite enjoy that.
"How would I know?" Sherlock gave me the yes you do look causing me to sigh.
"You always know."
"Doctor Watson is at a hospital just outside London. He's been there for quite a long time. Surely there is a chance that you are not welcome back. If you are going I insist I accompany you."
"No it isn't, I don't care where you go. Now where is it?" Sherlock asked looking around.
"Where's what?" Of course I knew what he meant, it's just fun to tease him once in a while.
"You know what." I sighed ans gestured for Anthea to bring it in, my brother getting it on and swiftly leavig my office.
"He'll never learn will he Anthea?" I asked her sittong on my desk and running a hand down my face
"No sir."
Third Person *Time Skip Dusk*
Mycroft and Sherlock made their way into the hospital, Mycroft merely nodding at the secratary and heading to the one room he visited any time he was here. Though something was different, there was a whole in John's door. When he opened it there John sat in a straight jacket smiling, "Hello Mycroft! Can you tell them to get this jacket off me? It's uncomfortable." Sherlock was taken a back, he thought he was a doctor here, not a patient. "Who is this?" John suddenly gasped, "You're the man from my dreams! The person that I have drawn!" His sketches were torn apart, but there was one still intact it was Sherlock before he jumped.
"John, you tore up all your sketches." Mycroft told him sitting on the bed a and removing the straight jacket. Sherlock was still rendered silent, thinking about what to say.
"They said I had an episode because I didn't take my pill. Who is he?"
Sherlock finally got himself composed enough to talk, "I'm Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft's brother."
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Dr.Watson
FanfictionJohn has been trying to cope with Sherlock's inevitable death. When he comes back, how will he react when he finds his lovely doctor? Breakig the news won't be easy, who will tell him about John?
