A reflection

Let me see him

Mycroft came up the stairs of 221b at precisely 10 am. Only to see his brother collapsed on the floor sobbing.

Sherlocks hands grasped the sofa for comfort as Mrs Hudson had left because she needed to get to her doctors appointment.

Mycroft was shocked and stood rooted to the spot as he saw his brother sob for a man he lost uncontrollably. He had only seen Sherlock once like this before , and that was when they lost redbeard.

Mycroft dropped his umbrella to the floor with an almighty crash as he ran to his brothers aid.

Slowly he sat down beside Sherlock and hugged him akwardly.

"Now now Sherlock"

Sherlock gave a sob in reply and collapsed even further into the sofa.

The two brothers sat on the floor for a while, it was the first time either of them two had shown any kindness for one and other since they had reached 11 years old. Eventually Mycroft moved his brother to a sitting position on the sofa while he made them coffee. A deadly silence filled the flat with only the sound of clinking vibrating ear drums as Mycroft placed Sherlocks mug next to him.

As Mycroft sat down he saw his brothers face for the first time. Sherlocks eyes were red as berries and puffed up from the tears he had been holding back for so long, His arms were red from the scratching he does when he is in trouble. His hair was everywhere, some sticking up, some slapped to his face with sweat. It was then Mycroft saw his brother needed help.

"Sherlock come on , you need a wash"

He watched as his brother staggered over to the bathroom, almost like a ghost, barley holding himself up. Mycroft sighed , Sherlock would do some serious damage to himself if he was left alone, so he got up and assisted his brother in the bathroom. Discreetly of course, and soon Sherlock sat back in his seat , hair still dripping , but looking more of a human colour.

Suddenly a whisper escaped Sherlocks lips "I want to see him".

Mycroft looked up from his newspaper. "mmm"

Sherlock raised his voice , there was no way Mycroft would not hear what he was saying " I want to see John ,Mycroft"

"No" Mycroft dropped his head and began reading his newspaper yet agian.

No. That was it. No explaination. Just No.

A wave of fury swept over Sherlock as he ripped the paper out of his brothers hands and chucked it on the fire.

"I WANT TO SEE JOHN WATSON MYCROFT!"

Sherlock screamed at his idiotic older brother in an effort to make Mycroft see his point. Except Mycroft remained unchanged.

"MYCROFT"

There was no John to calm Sherlock down, no kind voice to bring him back to his senses. Grabbing all he could reach he began chucking items at his brother just as Mrs Hudson returned.

"SHERLOCK, what do you think you are doing young man !!"

It was true. In the space of 30 seconds the flat had gone from comfortably messy to a bomb site. Paper lay on the ground, torn from books, chairs were broken, lamps smashed , even Sherlocks violin lay with all strings broken. The only thing untouched was the wall.

Sherlock sat back down and began sobbing agian, he couldn't stand this pain that had ripped through his heart.

Mrs Hudson sighed and walked over to comfort her grieving tenant. As she put her arms around him she turned to Mycroft and suggested that he leave.

The elder brother then picked up his belongings and headed out the door, stopping to say " I am awfully sorry my dear brother"before narrowly missing Sherlocks well aimed bow that came flying past his head.

As soon as he was gone Sherlock stood and began to head to bed. " Thank you Mrs Hudson "

And with that, he closed the door, leaving Mrs Hudson and the remaining cold tea behind..