Two Years Gone

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*Mycroft POV*

"Is he alright? Let me talk to him."

"Hes sleeping finally. I may have been forced to drug him again."

"Fucking hell Cheryl!"

"He was hurting himself, I had no choice after he started throwing things at me."

"Damn it. Put him on as soon as he wakes up."

"I will."

"Thank you. How did the appointment go?"

"Not good, he cant walk yet."

"How bad is it?"

"He took a few steps with assistance but nearly passed out when he was walking alone. He's still on crutches, but they took the cast off today."

"That's good. Is he eating?"

"Nothing today."

"Make sure he eats, please."

"I will."

"Thank you."

"Of course. How is everything there?"

"I go back to work tomorrow, finally got cleared."

"Brilliant."

"Yeah. Greg has to stay late today, so I'm alone for most of the day."

My personal mobile starts buzzing with a call, something from John.

"I have to go, John is calling me."

"Alright, next week then?"

"I suppose."

Irene hangs up, promising to make Sherlock call me when he wakes up.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Can..can you come over. Please."

"What's wrong?"

"I...please."

"Its alright, I'll be right there."

"Thank you."

"Are you at the flat?"

"Yes. Hurry, please."

"Hey, its okay. I'm driving over now."

I run outside, hopping in my car and driving quickly until I reach the flat. Mrs. Hudson opens the door as soon as I knock, smiling warmly and pulling me into a hug.

"I dont know what you boys have done to him, but he came back."

"Greg took him back this morning."

"No, he's...he's...go upstairs dear. Go see."

I nod, walking slowly up the stairs. The door is unlocked, swinging open when I push on it.

"John?"

"Hey. You came..."

"Yeah. What...what are you doing?"

John is dressed to go out, the first tone ha has done anything outside of drinking and the occasional trip to work.

"I'm going out."

"You are? With whom?"

"I umm...found someone. Her name is Mary."

"Really? That's...That's brilliant. What did you need help with?"

"I...I don't...I cant..."

"Relax, its alright. What's wrong?"

"I'm worried about fucking it up.

"You won't, its going to be fine. When are you picking her up?"

"We're meeting up in about fifteen minutes at the restaurant."

"Come on then, lets get you on your way."

"Would you umm...what do I do?"

"About?"

"I just feel like this is too...too soon after...after Sherlock."

"Come here."

I open my arms, letting John fall against me as he starts crying again.

"Shhh...its alright. Relax John, come on. Grab your coat, it'll be okay."

John nods, pulling away and wiping the tears from his face. I grab his coat, sliding it over his shoulders.

"You ready?"

"I'm not sure I still want to go."

"It'll be fine, just message me if you need anything and ill go get you if you need it. Okay?"

"Thank you."

I hug him again, calling a cab and making sure he gets off okay before going back into the flat.

"Do you want some tea dear?"

"No thank you, I just need to check on a few things before I leave."

"Alright. Thank you Mycroft dear."

Mrs. Hudson kisses my cheek, hugging me tightly for a few moments before she goes back into her flat.