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Chapter 3:
I stormed into his flat searching for Sherlock. I tore through different rooms before finding him in his bedroom still asleep. I pulled the blankets off of his tall figure as I began to shout in his ear.

"Sherlock you better get your lazy arse up before I make you!" I shouted, causing him to jolt awake. The first thing that I noticed about Sherlock were the dark circles underneath his eyes.

"Goodness John! Shut up!" Sherlock shouted back at me angrily. He rubbed the back of his head before slapping me on the back of my head. Sherlock's eyes suddenly widened before he ran to the table and threw a sheet over it, which stood in the back of the room but I was still able to notice what was underneath the sheet. It was was a small pistol that Sherlock carried around when he was nervous or when he felt like he was going to be in danger. My anger flared even more thinking about if Mary was really going to Sherlock for help.

"Was Mary going to you for help last night?" I growled softly trying not to kill Sherlock right now. When my words reached him, he started to stammer.

"L-look, J-John. L-let me explain before you start to-" I cut him off there as I pinned him against the wall. The adrenaline was pumping through my veins. When Sherlock turned red from the lack of oxygen, I finally let him go. He fell down to his knees gasping.

"Tell me what happened" I snarled trying to stay calm. He wheezed for a couple of minutes before he sat down on his bed.

"It's important that you calm down first John. It isn't good for your health-" he said before I started to tap my foot with impatience. It was silent for a few seconds when he continued to speak again.

"Well.. it is true that she was coming to me for help" he flinched when I took a step closer before continuing to see that I wasn't going to do anything. "But it wasn't like what you think it is. She was noticing more of Magnussen's men moving near her. So she met up with the new 'boss' to make a deal. She would give him information and in return he would have to tell her what is going on with all of the men moving near her. Of course he was beheaded later on after the other men found out. Sherlock waved off as if it wasn't a big deal. I took a deep breath before letting him continue with his story.

"So last week she came over to ask me for help on trying to disappear without the men noticing. I had an entire plan figured out... if she was only able to make it in time." He shook his head sadly.

I closed my eyes blocking the tears that were threatening to escape. Sherlock sighed. He ruffled his curls before leaving the room to give me some space. My knees buckled underneath me again as anger and guilt washed over me. After having a moment, I slowly trudged out of the bedroom at the same time Sherlock opened the door with only a towel covering his toned body.

"Uh sorry, you can go first. Were you leaving?" Sherlock called out from behind me after I past him. I gave him a short nod unable to speak. He spun me around so I would be facing him again.

"Listen John. I have known you for years now. A...um ahem a best friend wouldn't let his best friend leave without cheering him up."he awkwardly explained trying to make me crack a smile, which failed. He frowned after seeing that it wasn't a good time for one of his 'jokes'.

"I'm fine Sherlock. I'm just going to leave and sleep in today" I croaked after regaining my voice. But he firmly shook his head. He sat me down in a chair and placed a plate and cutlery in front of me.

"You have to eat, John. If I just let you leave right now, I know you will never eat. This is payment from all of those times I wasn't there for you when you needed me. So I am going to make breakfast for you." Sherlock grinned. I suddenly grew scared. The last time he tried to 'cook' he almost burned down the entire flat with acid. Don't ask me why he was using acid because I don't know either.

"No, I will be fine." I argued shaking my head furiously which made his smile grow.

After a few minutes Sherlock came back to serve me my food.
"Sherlock, what did you put in here?" I groaned as I heard another crunch coming from my mouth. I looked down at the scrambled eggs, toast, and tea that he put in front of me. I spit out the chewed-up scrambled eggs in a napkin before moving on to the toast. The toast didn't taste too bad, except he burnt it.

"I may have just crushed the eggshells trying to open the egg" Sherlock admitted cringing at napkin. I sighed. I know this was extremely nice of him to even try to make breakfast and try to cheer me up, but actually I wasn't feeling any better.

"Oh yeah I have to go pick up John!" Sherlock shouted at the same time I shouted ,"I have to pick up George!"

I looked at him cocking my head to the left with a confused expression on my face. Sherlock noticed and started to explain.

"Uh after you moved out I was a bit...lonely, so I got myself a dog. He looks exactly like Redbeard." He showed me a picture of him and a large dog sitting next to him at the pound.

"But why did you name him after me?" I asked. He looked at his feet before muttering something I couldn't hear.

"Sorry? I couldn't catch that"

"I said...I missed you" he muttered again, a bit louder than last time. I cracked a small smile at the sight of Sherlock being embarrassed with his feelings. I stood up and pulled him into a hug.

"Well wherever he is you better go get him because I now have to raise George by myself. That means he will need my undivided attention." I muttered into his shoulder.

The hug lasted longer than I expected. Sherlock wouldn't let go when I tried to pull back. When he finally let me go after a few seconds, I heard a small sigh that escaped his lips.

"Erm.. Well you might want to go out the back door because the reporters are still here" Sherlock pointed at the group of reporters trying to get past Mrs. Hudson. He turned away to grab his coat and tipped his hat before rushing downstairs to help Mrs. Hudson. I followed him down but went out the back instead. I avoided the alley that Mary was murdered in.

I got into a cab and gave the cabbie my parents' address.

"I'm home" I cried out as I opened the door to my parents' house. I walked into the living room to see the news on and my mum crying. Tears sprung to my eyes again. My dad glanced at me before continuing to comfort my mum again. I walked over to my mum who pulled me into a hug.

"I am sorry you have to deal with this especially when George is so little." My mum wailed. I got up to check on George who was in his room playing with the toys that my parents spoil him with.

"Hey buddy" I smiled as I picked up one of his stuffed animals, toying with it for a bit before putting it back down. George was still unable to speak full words or sentences so he just smiled at me. His innocent smile reminded me that I had to tell him about Mary sometime soon.

"Ready to go home?" I asked him picking him off of his little crib. He pouted after sensing that we were leaving my parents but he never cried. That was the best thing about George. He rarely cries. I walk back into the living room to catch my dad watching sports and my mum cooking dinner for the both of them in the kitchen. I packed up some of George's toys and held his little hand.

"Well, we should probably leave now. See you next time" I cried out to my parents. My dad just nodded from the couch. My mum also waved without looking at us, probably not wanting George to see her red puffy eyes. I got into a cab with George bouncing on my lap.

How the heck was I supposed to support both of us? Especially when Mary mainly supported the family. She was a surgeon at a hospital nearby while I was just a teacher at Bart's with Mike Stanford. It was hard to get into the medical field, especially with all of these new and young doctors.

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Authors note:
Heya! Hope you enjoyed reading the new chapter. Me and @loyal_to_pink are already working on the new chapter, so hopefully we can publish it next weekend. Thank you for reading!
- @teamsherlock_