They went to sleep uneasily that night. Avery insisted that she would sleep in Sherlock’s room – since he wasn’t using it, so John slept in his own room – too worried to go out with May. He wondered if this was a sign. Too obsessed with Sherlock to be able to go out and do ordinary things like dating. Being with Sherlock, you see the battlefield, right? That’s what Mycroft said. John couldn’t sleep. Sherlock wasn’t dead, was he? No, he was overreacting. Sherlock had disappeared before. The thing that bugged him though, was that Sherlock hadn’t just disappeared without a trace – no letter or message or anything- but it happened the day after his sister arrived. He sat up. Stupid Sherlock. He went out to watch more TV. TV blocked out all thoughts, at least he hoped so. It didn’t work so well. He was worried about his friend. He frowned. What was that noise? Sighing, he went downstairs. There was a scraping sound at the door, like a drunkard trying to get the key in the keyhole, but failing. John frowned, and then after a second thought ran to the door.
“Sherlock?” he asked, and opened the door.
“John. Sorry I’m late,” Sherlock said, and then collapsed onto him.
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The Third Holmes - A Sherlock Fanfic
Fanfiction[Contains JohnLock] Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. The two brilliant, emotionless, sociopathic brothers. But there's another Holmes. A female Holmes. Enter Avery Holmes - the brilliant, crazy sister - the Third Holmes.
