I thought and thought. And thought. "But I think we might have to chose..." I began. "No! We just need to think!!! Think!!!" He yelled some more. "Stop saying think!!! It's making me feel pressured!!!" I screamed. "Oh I'm sorry pressured! Pressured! Well feel pressured because there is pressure!!!!!" He yelled. "Does that make you feel better!"'I asked. "Slightly.." he spoke. "I have a candy bar, split?" I asked. He sat criss cross apple sauce as I broke the snickers in half as we took a bite. Sherlock started laughing. I started laughing. "Why are we laughing with so much pressure going on right now!" I laughed. Sherlock froze. "PRESSURE!!! THE ANSWER IS PRESSURE!!" Sherlock yelled. The door flew open. I walked through. "JOHN!" I yelled. "MOLLY!!" He yelled. "MARY!!" I yelled. A scream came from a door. Sherlock kicked down the door. "Molly!?" He yelled. "Sherlock!?" A weak voice called. He darted towards the corner and hugged Molly, who was pale and had bruises and rope burns on her wrists. She was crying. He wiped away her tears and hugged her close. "Molly are you alright? Oh tell me your alright!" He spoke. "I'm alright," she spoke. "Hey lovebrids this is like every shippers dream but we have other friends," he spoke. "John!" Sherlock spoke. "And Mary," I spoke. "And your uncle and brother," Molly spoke. Sherlock and I hesitated. "If there's time then ya," I nodded before darting out. John and Mary were in the same room we quickly found them unharmed. "Mycroft!?" We yelled. "Here!" He yelled. "How did you get out!?" I asked. "Doesn't matter lets go!!!" He yelled. "We can't! Moriaty took the car and Molly won't last long walking!" I yelled. "We might have to call," Sherlock began. "No! No! No!" Mycroft shook his head. "Call who?" I asked. "My brother," Sherlock spoke as he dialed a number. "I need help..... I don't know..... ok get here quick," he spoke and hung up. "What!? Brother!?" I asked. "Well... we have another brother but he is dreadfully annoying and stupid... he is polite... and-" Mycroft began. "Brothers!!!" A man spoke as he hung out of a helicopter. "Brother," Sherlock nodded as they climbed in the chopper. "Who might your friends be?" He asked. My hands trembled. Odd. "You must be cold! Here!" He handed me a blanket. He is nice!? "This is Molly my girlfriend," Sherlock began. "My brother has a girlfriend! Congrats!" He smiled. "This is Mary, John's wife. John is my best friend. He is also Vi's guardian and that's Vi my daughter," he began. "Daughter! Well congrats again!!" He smiled.
This was weird.... really..... really... weird....
HEYYYYYYYY!!! Guys guess who there brother is!!!! Tom HIDDLESTON!!! Someone told me I should do this so I did!!!
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