Sherrinford: The Third Holmes

Rescuing My Brother: Part 1

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Chapter 2: Rescuing My Brother: Part 1 

July 24th, 2014

Sherlock was trying to find his phone, he didn't remember where he put it. That was John's fault, he didn't take his lesson from the stag night. He just couldn't admit that they were terrible at drinking.

Where is it?

He went to his room. While he was looking for his phone, John came. John and Mary had been married for two months, and he was still mad at him because of his drug problem. Why he didn't understand it was just for a case?! 

"Hey,  Sherlock. What are you doing?"

"Looking for my phone. I can't find it, thanks to you."

"Okay, I admit it." John said. "That was a bad idea. I think it would be better if we stay away from the pubs."

"Exactly." said Sherlock and continued looking for his phone.

"Do you want some help?" said John.

Sherlock looked at him. They both knew there wasn't much to do, but he didn't decline his offer.  "That would be good actually. " 

John started to search the room. Sherlock looked at the cupboard, maybe he forgot it in his pocket, he checked all of his coats and suits, but it wasn't there neither. Finally, he went to the bedside table that was next to Sherlock's bed. He opened it, and he froze because of something that he saw. 

There was a picture of him and Sherrinford. 

After his two-year excile, he had really forgotten that picture was there. 

He had forgotten how much he missed his brother. 

He took the picture and closed the drawer. He remembered that time, that was the first weekend Sherlock returned from the boarding school. Sherrinford was so happy to see him again, he was happy too. 

''Hey, Sherlock.'' said John when he came to him. ''I've found your phone. Sherlock?'' 

''What?'' he said. He was stiil looking to the picture.

''Are you okay?'' said John. He started to worry. 

''I'm okay.'' said Sherlock. ''It's just, I found this picture in the drawer and it took me to the past.'' 

''Oh, who is it?'' asked John.

''My brother.'' 

''Your brother?'' said John. ''He doesn't look like Mycroft.'' 

''Because he's not Mycroft.'' said Sherlock. ''It's my younger brother, Sherrinford.'' 

''I didn't know you have another brother.'' 

''Had.'' corrected Sherlock. ''He died fifteen years ago.'' 

John looked at him, he was surprised. Why Sherlock hasn't told this before?

''I'm really sorry.'' said John. ''What happened?''

Sherlock took a deep breath, and started to tell the story. ''He died at my graduation ceremony. Some people who had guns came to the ceremony and started to shoot at the air. Everyone panicked and started to run, it was totally a mess. I've tried to find Sherrinford, but he was nowhere to be seen. When everything was returned to normal, I couldn't find my parents, there was only Mycroft. He said Sherrinford had been shot. He said he couldn't make it. I still can't believe he's dead.''