Memorandum (Sherlock Fanfic) (On Hold)

The Flat

~Mycroft~

My back was ridged as I walked out of the private hospital. He doesn't remember. Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective, as of right now didn't exsist. Well, I was going to do everything in my power to change that.

I pressed a button on my phone and a black car slid into the space in front of me. Yanking open the back door, I threw myself into the backseat and slammed the door shut again.

"Take me to 221B Bakers Street," I said.

The driver pulled out onto the street and twenty minutes later we were in front of my brothers flat. John had just moved out, back into his old flat from what I heard, and Mrs. Hudson had decided to leave it as it was. All of Sherlocks things resided here.

I strode swiftly up the stairs. I only needed two things. Looking around the unusually neat flat, I spotted what I came for right away, Sherlock's violin. Even if he doesn't know who he is, I know my brother, and he will get bored. Maybe while he's in the hospital he will enjoy having somthing to distract himself.

I had not a clue whether or not Sherlock would even be able to play the violin without his memories. Muscle memory though, can play a huge part in playing instruments. Even if his mind doesn't remember, his body does. It might even bring him comfort. I know that he often played it as an escape or when he was thinking and needed to drown out the world.

 I picked up the violin in its case and his handwritten sheet music up and turned to walk out. Looking back I had an idea. Turning around I walked over to the desk and picked up his laptop and the charging cord.

On my way out, I ran into Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello dear, what are you doing with that stuff?" She looked at me questioningly.

"Oh you know, just wanted a few of his things." It wasn't very hard to make my expression sad and sincere.

"Alright, well you take care then Mycroft."

I gave her a slight smile, nodded and walked back to the still waiting black car.

Back in the car I rested the viollin on the seat and and opened the laptop. Quickly, I blocked his computer from sending emails, instant messages, or posts. I would unblock it when he understood the situation. I could not have him contacting anyone. Finally I opened two tabs in his internet browser, one was John's blog with all their adventures, the other was Sherlock's own website.