Brother Mine
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Last published Tue, Jan 23, 2018
Sherlock's stoic facade shattered. This was all too much. Tears gushed out of his eyes, his whole body shook uncontrollably with grief. Each breath came too slow and left too fast as painful memories zipped through Sherlock's brain. The broken detective instinctively collapsed into the chest of the man on his left--the man who was his brother. Mycroft started with shock, his eyebrows crunched together in confusion, and his eyes darted quickly to Sherlock's best friend, silently beseeching him for help. John stood motionless like a deer caught in the headlights, meeting Mycroft's eager, pleading eyes with a confused, blank stare. The army Doctor never saw his friend like this. But Mycroft had. Watching Sherlock's wispy curls trembling and the tears rolling down his little bother's pale cheeks, Mycroft had flashbacks of memories from years ago in their troubled past...
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