The Lost and the Broken (BBC AU Sherlock Fanfic)

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 Mycroft gently took Sherlock's hand and placed the phone in his palm then lifting it to his ear,"H-hello?"

"Sherlock, it's John."

A shaky breath came though Sherlock as he gripped the phone making Mycroft let go,"I-I don't know what's-wh-what's happening, I just can't-" He gripped his hair with his free hand.

"Hey, focus on my voice. Shut out everything else, just listen Sherlock,"His breath slowed,"Don't think about anything, just focus on me. Don't think about what's happened, just listen to my voice and slow down."

Sherlock closed his eyes and did as John said. Listening to every syllable and calming his mind,"Thank you John. I-I'm sorry you had to hear that..."

"Don't be sorry, I know your mind functions in a way that I can't even imagine. Besides, we're best friends, we help each other,"He replied,"I'm always here, no matter what."

"Of course John, thank you... again, I'll see you then,"Sherlock hung up and handed Mycroft his phone,"Thank you Brother. How did you know that would work?"

"I couldn't think of anything else,"He said, honestly,"I knew that John was an anchor of some sorts to you so that's all I could think of at the moment."

Sherlock looked to the side and then back to Mycroft,"I'm going to go to sleep. I wish you a restful night."

"And to you brother," He left, turning off the light.

The next morning...

As he woke up the bright numbers on his alarm clock blinded him. The numbers read 6:45 AM. He sat up and recalled last night's events, and the confusion he felt. Knowing that John was left the same way after the call. He looked over at his desktop and turned it on. The last e-mail was on there, but he quickly closed it and opened the chat he had with John.

'Are you awake?-SH'

A few moments passed,'Yeah, what're you doing up?'

'Just woke up-SH'

'I'm sorry about what happened to you.' 'what actually happened?'

Sherlock contemplated whether or not to tell him everything,'A man named James Moriarty contacted me.-SH'

'Moriarty, that was the guy we were tracking.'

'Really?-SH'

'Yeah, the commanders said it was an old case and that it was just being used for training purposes.'

'Well he's real and this case is surely not closed.-SH'

'I'm sorry Sherlock. I can give you the file on him when we meet later.'

'Thank you John. Since we're both up now, can we meet up in Danny's in half an hour. -SH.'

'Yeah, sure. I'll take a cab to your place and then to Danny's.'

'Even more efficient.-SH'

'Logistics was a requirement.'

'See you then.-SH'

Sherlock looked at his inbox for any more messages, but only found his newsletters. Without another thought he turned the device off and changed into a different outfit: Black long-sleeve with a small design on the left arm that read 'London', his coat, black dress-pants, and dark blue socks. He slipped on a pair of old faded grey converse and walked out of the room. Only to enter once again to grab his scarf.

Going down the stairs unnoticed for a normal teen was difficult, but for Sherlock it was like walking along a line. Each spot that was creaky, squeaky, or even close to squealing: he knew where it was. As he made his way down a light flicked on in the kitchen.

"Sherlock, are you awake?" It was Mrs. Hudson.

"Yes I am, I'm going outside for a bit to get some air,"He jumped onto the floor with a skip,"You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all Sherlock, just be back by dinner,"She sighed,"Oh, and make sure you have some money on you."

"I do Mrs.Hudson, thank you for making sure,"he walked away and went out the door.

The warm-ish air swept in when he opened it, and it was nice to say the least. He sat on the porch, looking out at the yard his parents owned. It was large, but it was empty. So, sad and lonely. Sherlock closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He just searched his thoughts, memories, and knowledge.

The first time that he met John. It was just before Freshman year, John had just moved from Edinburgh and Sherlock was looking for someone to deduce. Back then, his skills weren't as toned, so he got some things wrong. Like how Harry was a girl, and that his father died in war and not murdered. Needless to say, considering that he had just moved and he had already met such an interesting person was quite a shock. After Sherlock deduced John, he introduced himself. Then John's response was exactly,"John H. Watson, pleasure to meet you. That was brilliant!" From then on they were friends.

There are very few people on the face of the planet that Sherlock would risk himself for: John, Molly, Greg, Mycroft, and Mrs.Hudson. He didn't care about himself most of the time, then again, he was even surprised when he first made friends. Even his brother was surprised, considering when they met other children, they were mostly disappointed at their normality. The only reason that he made a friend in the first place was their interest in mystery. Bet you could figure out who it was.

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