[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

This was not only a warm and lively Christmas dinner, but also made John feel deeply.However, before he had time to take a sip of hot tea after dinner, he was forced to be dragged back into his bedroom by the big detective himself, leaving only a few Holmes family members outside who looked at each other for a long time, and then turned their faces. It's all a look of helplessness.

With 'thump! With a loud noise, the oak in Sherlock's bedroom was closed, and Mycroft's hand holding the black tea trembled unconsciously.After a few seconds, Mycroft lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, and then he sighed with emotion: "Oh~ a person who can't even close the door without Mommy's order, now he is married The door is closed before going to bed? It seems that I have to put a few bouquets of white chrysanthemums on the cemetery of the ancestors of our Sherlock Holmes family to express my gratitude.

"Sherlock went back to the bedroom in such a hurry and dragged John to exercise. Will he suffer from indigestion? Should I prepare some stomach medicine or anti-fever medicine?" Old Mrs. Holmes sat on the sofa and subconsciously turned her head to ask her husband for advice.

"That... old woman, you are worrying too much." The old Mr. Holmes, wearing a pair of black-rimmed eyes, was looking at the thick book with a black hard bottom and gold lettering that was spread out in his hand. He raised his head and looked helplessly. To old Mrs. Holmes.How could he not understand his son?Sherlock is so anxious to pull his 'daughter-in-law' back to the bedroom, maybe it's because of doing that kind of exercise, right?What was old Mrs. Holmes thinking about all day long?It should be because I have watched too many idol bubble dramas recently, and I have been affected, right?

"Mycroft, what do you think?" Apparently receiving her wife's disapproving eyes, the old Mrs. Holmes immediately turned her head to the other side without giving up, and looked at her eldest son who was exuding a relaxed atmosphere.

"No need, Mommy." Mycroft put the light green porcelain teacup back on the saucer, and directly killed Mrs. Holmes' kindness in the bud.

"why?"

"Based on your undegraded reasoning ability, you should be able to deduce that the two of them will only sleep well tonight. John is trustworthy. He loves Sherlock and is willing to take care of him, but he will not let Sherlock mess around. "Mycroft dared to confirm with the superb insight that he was always proud of. If Sherlock dared to touch John tonight, the brave and loyal former military doctor would definitely kick him out of bed and let him go. A certain great detective was reduced to sleeping on the carpet tonight.

"Mycroft, how is your investigation on John going?" The old Mr. Holmes closed the book with both palms and placed it on the left armrest of the sofa where he was sitting. He opened his mouth and asked Mycroft.As his voice fell, the old Mrs. Holmes immediately returned her eyes to her eldest son.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird, and for a while, the living room was quiet, as if only the sound of breathing and the slight 'cracking' sound of the firewood burning in the fireplace could be heard.

"...Daddy, why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" It was McCaw who broke the silence first.He sat up straight from the sofa, raised his legs, bent his fingers rhythmically and lightly tapped the beige sofa armrest under his hands.This is the subconscious action of Mycroft thinking about the problem, just like when Sherlock is thinking, he will always feel that he straightens his back and puts his hands together at the corners of his mouth.

"Can't I ask?" Old Mr. Holmes rubbed his sore eye sockets and asked back.

"That's not what I mean, it's just that you never care about these trivial matters." Mycroft continued to move his fingers while organizing his words carefully.

"Oh~ Mycroft! John has become a member of the Sherlock Holmes family. This is not a trivial matter." Mr. Holmes also sat up straight, and continued: "Sherlock is my youngest son. , and your only younger brother, I don't want any accidents to happen to him, no matter physically or mentally."

"Are you suspicious of John?" Mycroft was silent for a while before opening his mouth.

"We don't care about John's identity and experience, but the premise is that he will not cause harm to Sherlock. Mycroft, you should be able to understand our feelings, can't you?" The old Mrs. Holmes glanced back at Sherlock. After closing the bedroom door, it took a long time before he turned around and said.The two of them have only two sons, and the eldest son, Mycroft, never let them have any worries, he is a reliable son and elder brother.However, in extreme contrast to McCoff is their youngest son, who has never let their family have a day of peace of mind since he was a child. Even if he looks at him 360 days a year, he can still create countless people. Unexpected trouble came out.In the eyes of the Sherlock Holmes family, Sherlock has never grown up. He is still the innocent, self-willed but helpless child who doesn't know much about the world.

Sherlock is different from Mycroft, he can't control his emotions and understanding to integrate into the world like McCoff, he is a person who is easily influenced by emotion, although he has no intention of doing it, but he is already in John With so much attention and affection on him, Sherlock can easily break down if any unexpected situation occurs in John that is out of his control.

In this world, John is the only one who can save and destroy Sherlock at the same time!

"I understand your concerns. Sherlock is also my most important brother. Of course, I hope he will be well." Mycroft clenched his hands into fists, looked up, with a rare seriousness on his face, "Can I allow John Marrying Sherlock, making him a member of our Sherlock Holmes family, naturally has carried out some necessary investigations and confirmations. John is still the same John, a man who returned from the Afghan war two years ago and was shot in the left shoulder but limped in the right leg An ordinary ex-military doctor who will continue to conduct psychological counseling in London. As for some changes in his personality after the reunion with Sherlock, it can only show that Sherlock's two years of suspended animation caused a huge psychological trauma to his personality deviation. His psychological Doctor Amanda has submitted to me a detailed and comprehensive psychoanalysis report on this change in John."

"Although the change has been subtle, I can still find that his behavior is very different from the information you gave us two years ago. Is this really what you said, a personality deviation caused by psychological trauma?" The old man Mr. Holmes frowned, and continued to ask with some uncertainty.

"I have sent someone to verify his DNA, and he is indeed John! Unless, he has been transferred into a soul, of course, this kind of statement is a bit absurd. Otherwise, he can only be John Holmes. Alright, dear mom and dad Mi, you two over-energy little heads should focus more on other things, such as your new favorite square dance rehearsal... Also, so what if John is fake? I'm sure It is enough to know that his love for Sherlock is real."

"Perhaps you are right."

"Then, that's the end of the matter. Since even you, Mycroft, have said so, we have no objection."

Without the knowledge of John and Sherlock, the discussion about John among Holmes and the other three finally came to an end temporarily.Everyone thought that this should be a perfect Christmas family gathering, but unfortunately, this beautiful idea was ruthlessly smashed in the early morning of the next day. The instigator was, as always, the youngest member of the Sherlock Holmes family——Sherlock Holmes .

This incident originated from a phone call that Mycroft received after breakfast. Then, Sherlock and John were brought into the study by the gloomy Mycroft, and after throwing the human power into it, Michael Kauf quickly closed the door with his backhand and locked it neatly, at a speed that was definitely not in line with his usual routine.

"Sherlock, can you tell me. Why did you challenge my bottom line one after another in such a 'warm and beautiful' Christmas?" Mycroft stepped forward, walked up to Sherlock, and extended his hand rudely Lifting the collar of Sherlock's white shirt, a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked in a low voice.Anyone who knew McCoff knew that this was a sign that he was going to get mad, and Sherlock's green pupils shrank uncontrollably.

"Where did I challenge your bottom line?" Sherlock calmed down, tilted his head slightly, and asked innocently.But John didn't dare to act rashly and stood beside the two brothers, staring at the two of them with worried eyes.

"Why are you still contaminated with those prohibited drugs?" Mycroft let go of his hand suddenly, and after John swiftly caught Sherlock who was staggering back, he raised his head and glanced at Sherlock, and said with some hatred: "Sherlock, I have to say that you have really disappointed me this time. I have said before that I am afraid that it is not that you do something wrong. Even if you take drugs, even if you break the law, even if you become the head of a criminal group, you are still my father." The only younger brother, I can keep you safe and sound. But I don't want you to do these wrong things again, this is not good for you, John, or the entire Holmes family."

"When did you find out?" Sherlock stood up from John and straightened his wrinkled collar, looking as expected.

"I had someone go to 221B Baker Street for a carpet search yesterday. Don't tell me that the 221 grams of drugs in transparent flour bags in the bottom cupboard of 500B kitchen were framed by others while you were away. Yes! And, why is the news about your drug use the headlines in London's major newspapers today?"

"I didn't do drugs, I just put it in 221B." Sherlock said nonchalantly.

"Wait...! Can either of you tell me what happened?" John asked blankly.Why couldn't he understand the Holmes brothers' conversation at all?

"John, I mean, Sherlock started using drugs again behind our backs." Mycroft turned to John and explained.He knew very well that this matter was a bit of a blow to John. After all, John had never been in contact with the Sherlock Holmes who dared to do everything in order to calm down his high-speed brain.Although Mycroft didn't want to admit it, the current Sherlock was indeed the most docile and normal brother he had seen in 30 years.

It was very difficult to digest Mycroft's words in his mind, and then, John, who had always been gentle and upright, erupted like swallowing a whole bundle of dynamite.

"Sherlock!!! Is what Mycroft said true?" Now, it was John's turn to grab Sherlock's shirt angrily and question him.Anyone with a wink can see that John is now at the center of a volcanic eruption, and his face is flushed with anger.

"John, I've said it again, I didn't take drugs, I just kept him at home." For John, Sherlock would never be able to speak badly.

"Didn't you have a history of drug use before?"

Mycroft explained for Sherlock at the side: "Actually, the former Sherlock had no other vices except smoking and marijuana. Whenever there was no case to investigate, and when news, newspapers and research were boring, he turned to narcotics and drugs. Drugs to relieve the boredom of life, and casually calm his brain that has been running at high speed."

"Could it be that you're addicted to drugs again?" After hearing McCoff's words, John couldn't help but tighten his grip on his shirt. Although he had no experience in the field of drugs, he still had some basic understanding of it. of.John knew that drugs were a difficult thing to quit, and that even those who were lucky enough to quit were prone to recidivism.John wondered if, without his knowledge, Sherlock had been seduced by some villain, leading him back into this contraband.So, who would dare to do that?

Sherlock looked at John with an aggrieved face, and said, "Not now! I used to smoke it every few days when there was no case. Sometimes it was cocaine and sometimes morphine. Isn't it all taken away now?" Now that Mycroft has sent someone to search the store at 221B Baker Street, all the things he managed to hide must have been confiscated.Damn, this is troublesome!

"To me it was just an ordinary bag of flour, but you never told me it was a bag of drugs!" John yelled.Before returning to Oklahoma, they went to the supermarket together to buy a lot of ingredients and daily necessities. Sherlock took a bag of 500 grams of flour, but now, who will tell him why the flour he bought in the supermarket was inexplicable? turned into drugs? ! ! "Sherlock, you shouldn't have lied to me!!"

"I didn't lie, I just avoided the facts." Sherlock's emerald green eyes flickered slightly, and then he said with a little hesitation.

"Really?" John let go of his hand, with a heartbroken expression on his face.

"Yeah." Sherlock nodded emphatically.

"Because I have great trust in you, even if you just avoid the truth, I will feel sad."

"John..."

Sherlock watched helplessly as John turned around as soon as he finished speaking, opened the study door and left in a big stride. Although it was only for a moment, Sherlock still noticed John's red eye sockets sharply. Knowing that John is really sad this time.Like countless times before, Sherlock subconsciously turned his face to look at his brother Mycroft, but unfortunately this flash only gave him a helpless look.

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