Drug Addict's Daughter

Prologue

Prologue

 
Mycroft
Mycroft tugged his little brother.He held Sherlock by half carrying him and half dragging him.It did not do Mycroft any good that Sherlock was in a sloppy drug induced  state

Fishing him from a ditch in the darkest of London's alley all stoned in drugs  did a lot to Mycroft 's psyche that he wished could be forgotten but alas it could not,it could never be forgotten.

Sherlock's incessant wailing was heart breaking as Redbeads woeful last barks and whinings.

"I th -thought sh she lo- loved me." He sobbed in to Mycroft's shoulder .

It was for the first time Mycroft's brother found comfort in him and for the last.

It was why the situation was more terrifying to Mycroft.

Mycroft always wanted Sherlock to be a high wind.

He wanted Sherlock to be the terrifying destruction that would not be just known to England but to all of mankind.

He wanted Sherlock to be known as the most famous Englishman.Unlike himself who will control the government but never be known. He would be more happy to be known as Sherlock's big brother.

But now Sherlock was not the high wind he was just high.

Mycroft more than dearly wanted to know what Sherlock has taken to render him like this.

Never had Sherlock gone into this deep mourning. Even the death of Redbeard had not made Sherlock this incapacitated.

He dragged his younger brother out of the infamous alley ways of london in to the open road.

To Mycroft's surprise and dismay the street lights were off.

But that did not fool Mycroft.

Ignoring Sherlock's sobbing and wailing there was a third sound of repetitive  breath . This  sound of respiration  was familiar.

It was of the feminine nature.

"Athena"Mycroft cried without further thought.

She was the only woman who he knew who could have held a steady  breathing in the darkest and most isolated of London's streets.

She was also the most gorgeous woman Mycroft knew.

"I always knew you were just as impressive as Sherlock." Her usual mocking tone towards Mycroft was heard loudly  through London air.

The mocking did not affect him. Athena alway mocked him as she supposedly loved Sherlock and as she was despicable towards Moriarty.

Her strong and graceful footsteps much like his own echoed the through out the street. 
 
The street lights turned back on and he saw her.

Athena was in a business woman outfit that held her glorious curves,that showed her beautiful legs and even in the dark that made her grey eyes pop.

She was now a few meters infront of them.

"Don't come any where near  him." Mycroft barked

For the first time Mycroft found himself not affected by Athena's beauty. For Mycroft it was his brother's broken heart that mattered.

Mycroft thought of how Sherlock for the first time went on his knees for someone other than Redbeard.

He thought of how his brother brought out a black ring box and proposed to Athena.