Memorandum (Sherlock Fanfic) (On Hold)

Melted

~Mycroft~

Many people refer to me as the Ice Man. According to them my heart is made from solid ice, and for the most part they are correct. However, hearing that my brother snide little brother had jumped off a four story building nearly broke me. Sherlock and mum are the only family I have left and Mum is getting old. I can't lose Sherlock, not now, not after he had just started associating with me again.

It was Sherlock's enemies that had forced him to do this. Making a swift desicion, I made a call and rerouted the ambulance to a secure hospital where patient privacy was guaranteed. I then opened my laptop and issued a death certificate to one Sherlock Holmes.

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Three Days Later

I pity John. He's not coping very well. Sherlock's "death" has been exteremely hard on him. He cannot, under any circumstances know that Sherlock is alive. If people see him happy they will eventually figure out that something is up and begin investigating. That can not happen. So, I used my infamous heart of ice and told him that if he wanted to mourn he should go elsewhere. I told him grieving is a usless practice and that I would not tollerate it. Then, I hung up.

Turning my attention back to Sherlock I wrapped my hand around his, it felt cold, lifeless. I squeezed it hoping desperately for a response. He looked so different from his usual smart alec self, so cold and pale. If I couldn't see him breathing I'd think he was dead.

Suddenly, his fingers tightened on mine for just a moment. The touch was so weak that I could barely feel it, but it was still something. I clasped his hand in both of mine.

"Come on, Sherlock," I said, "you can do this. I'm not letting you die on me. Sherlock! Sherlock, can you hear me? Please open your eyes."

I desperately wanted to see my brother's eyes open. How many times had Sherlock rolled his eyes at me? Too many to count. I talked urgently to him, begging him to wake up, just to assure me that he would live. After a half an hour I gave up, frustrated tears running down my face. I wiped away the tears and glanced at the clock, it is 3a.m.. I am exhausted. Collapsing back into my recliner, I promise myself that I would just rest my eyes for a moment.