Chapter 1
It was an average, boring day in 221B Baker St. No cases from Lestrade, nothing interesting on the news (as usual), and worse, no more shooting at the wall. He could clean out the pantry of old body parts in which he was finished experimenting on, but that was too much of a bother.
Sherlock let out an irritated sigh. He wished John wasn't at work, he longed for some company right now.
"As long as it's not Mycroft," he said. Spoke too soon.
Mycroft appeared in the living room. "It's good to see you, Sherlock," he said with much sarcasm to his name.
"Please don't apparate in my house, Mycroft," he said repeating with the same amount of sarcasm.
"At least I didn't apparate when the muggle was here."
"His name is John, not 'the muggle', and I'd appreciate it if you use his name."
"I'm not here to argue with you. I have a case, but I don't think you'll like it."
"....What-," he coughed, " what is the case?" He hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was, which meant it probably was.
"It's about your brother, Al," Sherlock winced having not been addressed that way in a long time, but also because he was right, "Your real brother."
Sherlock froze, his eyes wide. The gears in his head were spinning fast, remembering.
"James," he whispered, trying terribly hard to keep the tears from falling.
He blinked his eyes, and for a split second, he relived a memory. His first time riding the Hogwarts Express.
