[ON HOLD] Unanswerable (A Potter!Lock Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

So it gets a bit hot and heavy in this chapter...I'll leave you to read, but it's just a warning. So yes. This is going to be a porn fic. My first.

So let me know how I'm doing because I'm lost

Also, this wasn't edited, so I apologize for typos and such.

And finally, Happy Halloween!!

~BB

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Chapter 7 - Sherlock

"Goodbye John, I hope you have a good holiday," Lestrade said as he went to join his other friends on the train. "Bye, Sherlock," he acknowledged me with an unenthused wave. I wasn't so sure of his friend ship with John, but as long as John was comfortable with him, that was all that mattered.

Lestrade strode down the middle corridor of the train where of the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch players were sitting, talking about their victory in the latest match.

John slid the compartment door closed and sat in the seat across from me.

"I can't wait to meet your family," he beamed, a smile on his face.

"Why? It's just Mycroft and my mother," I said plaintively.

John's smile faded a bit and he was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Why do you hate them so much, Sherlock?"

"I don't," I responded.

"Then why do you always look so sad and angry when someone brings up your family?" He placed a hand on my knee, but I knocked it off.

"My family /is/ sad and angry," I replied, turning to face the window so he wouldn't see the hurt look on my face. "They've lost interest in me."

"No interest in you? They must be insane," he tried comforting me, but I could already feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.

"Mother never liked me. I'm different. I never had friends. I'm not Mycroft enough for her, " I started telling him. "Mycroft wasn't always like this though. He used to care about me. He used to let me go to the cinema with him and we'd sneak into the horror films. When I was little I'd walk on the stone walls and try to balance, and Mycroft would hold my hand so I didn't fall. He was my big brother. But then this summer..." my voice cracked.

I heard John stand and pull the curtains of the cabin closed. He sat next to me and took a tight hold on my hand so that I couldn't wiggle my fingers out of his grip. "What happened this summer, Sherlock?"

I sighed, "I really don't want to talk about this."

"Was it really that bad?" he asked and his voice sounded genuinely scared.

I nodded, still turned to look out the window.

He brought a finger under my chin and turned my head so that I had to look at him.

"Hey, I want to talk about this. I want to be here for you," he said.

"I-I can't," I felt a single tear roll down my face and John wiped it away.

"Sherlock, I only want to help," he assured me.

I nodded. If anyone deserved to know, it was John.

"Mycroft changes friend groups like Professor McGonagall changes into and back from a cat. One year it was the chess club, the next it was the wrestlers. This summer though, it was the football players. He had them over at our house and he didn't tell me. When I went downstairs for something to eat, I saw that they were there and tried to leave, but they'd already seen me. They started teasing me and pulling on the collar of my shirt. They stood in a big circle and pushed me around. I tried to get out, but the biggest one pushed me against the wall and started punching me over and over again. I slid to the floor trying to protect myself with my arms and they started kicking me. I asked for Mycroft to help me, but he just stood on the far side of the room, watching with no expression on his face. Someone kicked me in the head and I blacked out."