Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Seventeen Mycroft's Letter

Mycroft POV:

After I dropped off Sherlock at mother and fathers house, I head straight back to my empty mansion not knowing what to do now. I just found out. . .

1. The person I loved for many years, didn't love me back and only saw me as a friend with benefits person.

2. That the person she told me she had fallen in love with, was in fact  my BROTHER.

3. That she was on a mission, while being with my brother, and was in fact the person me and my brother were looking for. 

4. That she just died in a bomb explosion before she could explain to either me or my brother anything.

I didn't know what to do now, and I didn't know how my relationship with my brother was going to be after this. It could turn out either way, he could hate me and completely ignore me or we go back to the way that we use to be. I just hope that this doesn't turn out to be worse for Sherlock than I think it is; I know my brother and I know what he will go too, knowing my brother he'll try something stupid and ridiculous such as suicide.

I sat down on my bed after I changed into my pyjamas, in my hands was the letter that Clara left for me at her home. I didn't know what to do with it, do I open it and read it or do I leave it and wonder for the rest of my life what Clara wanted to tell me. I kept on staring at the letter and turning it around in my hands, I really didn't know what to do. I think I knew what the letter was about, it maybe be about why she was truly in Coalville or the whole situation with Sherlock and me. I just wanted to open the letter and read it but I couldn't bring myself to really do it. I sat there for another half hour looking at the letter before I decided what I wanted to do with it . . . I was going to open it and see what Clara had to tell me.

The envelope was very light and smooth to the touch, however on the back was a wax seal with her initials printed into it. Her writing I could recognize for the rest of my life, it was soft and curled at the ends. I turned it back over and opened the envelope carefully, making sure not to rip the envelope or the letter. Once I opened the letter I skimmed my eyes over the top of her writing, looking at the last thing that Clara had sent me and would send me.

  Dear Mycroft Holmes, I know once you have this letter in your possession I will either be dead or on the run from you and your team of men. 

By now you and Sherlock would have figured out that I was the professional who was killing those government officials, and for that Mycroft I am so truly sorry. I didn't know you were assigned to the case until I saw Sherlock; it wasn't long ago since you told me that Sherlock was helping you on a casem and that was how I knew. 

You may think that I used Sherlock to get information on the case, but I really and truly didn't use Sherlock. I really do care for him Mycroft; everything that I told you about finishing was true, I would leave my job a thousand times over for him Mycroft. I do really love him and, I know this kills you  more than me leaving you or dying. 

Mycroft I now that this will kill you because you love me, but I never loved you back like you did me. And I'm sorry for you to find out this way Mycroft, but I ended up loving your brother. But please do me this one last request Mycroft, please do this one last request for me. 

Mycroft Holmes . . . will you please not hate your brother for this. Treat him like you have been doing, please don't push him away and blame it on him. Mycroft both me and you know that this will affect Sherlock more than it will affect you; please watch him carefully over the next few months, I don't wish for him to go back to his old ways. I don't want him taking drugs again because of me, I don't wish for him to overdose from this. Just watch out for him Mycroft while I cannot, I love him more than I can describe. 

I'm sorry for everything Mycroft. 

After I finished reading the letter I folded it back up and placed it back inside the envelope; as I walked slowly towards me room I could feel the silent tears sliding down my face, but I would have to admit that this would be harder for Sherlock then it would be for me.  Once I was inside my room I pulled out my chest from inside the wardrobe and opened it, I pulled out all l my little books that had all the little details of my days spent with Clara. I pulled out everything in that chest that had anything to do with Clara, and then placed it within a separate smaller chest. I picked up the chest and made my way up into the Attic, where I placed it as far away from the entrance as possible. I left the Attic and went straight to bed, I did what I did best . . . left all of it behind and get on with it.