The Lost and the Broken (BBC AU Sherlock Fanfic)

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  "Sherlock come home please,"Mycroft practically begged through the phone,"mum and I are worried."

A small sob escaped his lips,"I'm not coming home Mycroft, you people don't understand me! I don't understand me!"

It was difficult for Sherlock during this time in life... He was just learning to process his deducting abilities and now it's like everyone is judging him. The world was a scary place for someone of his intelligence, knowing when they were silently studying him, when they were trying to get away, and knowing when they talked about him bad. Even though Sherlock didn't show his emotions to others, he still had emotions and they were fragile. His parents didn't spend much time around, and when they were, they were trying to change him. Trying to get him to hide his talents and work for the Government.

"Brother, just be safe and don't do anything irrational..." He hung up.

Sherlock was holed up in the treehouse he made with Mycroft before he started college. The two brothers used to spend their time together before he began going to state to work for the British Intelligence or some other Government thing. Though on the rare occasion they saw each other now, it was a rivalry. Seeing who was smarter.

Tomorrow was a school day so he had to go home sooner or later. He opened the photo application and scrolled through and found pictures of him and his friend John. He was deployed to Afghanistan about six months ago, and he missed his friend dearly. John was the only one who understood him and knew that he couldn't change him.

"Come back soon John,"He whispered before putting his phone up and making his way back to his house.

He went through the back door and snuck up the stairs without his mum noticing. She was watching the telly as he entered his room and flipped the light on. When he turned to face his bed and Mycroft was sitting in his lounge chair,"Welcome home brother. Good to see you actually came back."

"I only came back because there is school tomorrow,"he sighed before plopping down on his bed.

"It's not like you have anything to learn brother..."He continued,"You seem to be more... depressed."

"Of course I'm depressed Mycroft, my best friend may be dead. That and you all hate me."

"I'm sure your boyfriend is fine Sherlock."

"I'm not gay!" He yelled before sitting up and staring Mycroft down,"I just miss him. That's all."

The older of the two stood and went to the door,"If you need anything Brother, just ask."

Sherlock scoffed and turned away. Once he left Sherlock pulled his laptop from under his pillow. He entered his 66 character password and saw the last thing he was doing. Searching for a University. It was his last year in high school, so why not look for one. Considering that he had gotten offers from all around, he chose that Cambridge would be a good place to go. First of all, it was a high ranked school, Oxford did offer him a place, but you don't need to be smart to go there. You just need money. Second of all it was far enough from his parents and this wretched place just outside of London. 

Hello! This is Crystal--Wayne and I suck at this. Anyways I just hope you enjoyed and that you'll keep reading!

BAI!!!