Lonely, loved, betrayed.

Evolution.

School started almost two weeks ago. it had been thirty-four days since Summer camp came to an abrupt end because of John. "No, not because of John. Because of me." Sherlock had to think as he walked into the school building. It was his last year of school, but today was his first day. Nothing was different. Not really. No one talked to him, no one even really looked at him. It was like he didn't exist. And for the first time, he didn't care. He didn't say a single word until he saw Mycroft, who was appointed principal.

"Sherlock, I need you to come right home after-"

"You know I'm going to go see John. I'm only here at this god damn place is because I had to." Mycroft nodded, knowing he couldn't keep Sherlock away from John. Nothing could keep him away. Ironically, not even death.

In Sherlocks eyes, it had barely been three months since John died. But it had been four years since Sherlock last held Johns dying body for hours, and finding out the it was Richard who had attacked John, who raped him, all because Rich had fallen in love with Sherlock. It had been three years since he hunted down and attacked Richard Moriarty. Killed Richard Moriarty, earning the hatred and anger of Jim. It had been one year since Sherlock was out of prison and deemed mentally stable enough to live on his own. and he relived the first day of school over and over, making up stories of him and John. Them living in the same flat, them solving crimes, hunting bad guys.

Mycroft could only watch as his brother walked around the school he had built, sitting in different classrooms, avoiding people that weren't really there, then walking to Johns grave. Where he sees the death date and loses it. He realizes he's lost years of his life, did things he only know remembers, and only manages to repeat Sit elit primum. Let the competition begin. Later, it would become The game is on. But, that's a different story, with a different twin, in a different flat, with his version of John, the boy he loved.