Sherlock's POV

Ghost of Christmas Present? Okay...??

"Alright..? And..?" I ask.

2nd Sherlock roll his eyes. "I'm here to help you. Didn't you just hear me? Gosh, I wonder why John stick with you!"

I glare at 'Sherlock' after those words left his mouth. 'Sherlock' didn't seem fazed with the glare and snap his fingers. My room suddenly started spinning again, only this time it's a little quicker, making me lose balance and hold on to a wall.

~Present Day. John is in Harriet's Apartment~

"You could have warned me?!" I shout.

"Nope. Warning people is boring." 'Sherlock' says simply.

I am seriously stopping myself from killing the Sherlock in front of me. This must be how John feels when I annoy him.

"John! Are you okay?" I hear a woman's voice say. I look over the door and see John with tears on his eyes. I feel guilty that I'm the one who caused his pretty eyes to be filled with tears.

"Can I come in?" He just says quietly.

"Of course. But I wanna know why my little brother is crying." The woman, whom I'm guessing is Harriet Watson, John's big sister, say.

Harry brings John to the living room, which is a mess by the way. Beer bottles everywhere. Some empty. Some full. "Alright.. so, what's the problem?" She asks.

"Really Harry? Your drinking again? Look at all these bottles!" John exclaims.

"Yeah I know. But this isn't about me little bro, this is about you. Who made you cry? Should I kill them?" Harry says threateningly.

"Of course not! You'll go in jail. Also.. it's Sherlock.." John says, making him cry again. Sherlock looks down with a shameful face.

"I knew it! I know that he was going to hurt you! Just one look on his face and I already know. He never even treated you like a friend. Hell, he didn't even treated you like human!" Harry screams.

Sherlock flinch. It's true. He never treated John like a friend or human since they grew up.

John looks at Harry. "Harry, don't say that. He is my boss anyway. He pays me, he gives me the only money I have."

"Oh give it a break John! Why do you always have to defend that.. that.. freak! That abomin--" She was cut off by John.

"Don't you fucking dare call him those words! Just fucking don't, Harry! You don't even know him yet! So just shut up!" John yells.

Sherlock looks up and stares at John. Did he.. defend him? John defended him. Even when he was the cause of his sadness and other problems in his life, he still defended him.

Harry looks at John with a hurt expression. "Fine then.. just keep defending him. Go back to his 'loving arms' and keep being his dog. If he hurt you again, don't come to me for help." Harry says and goes to her room.

"Harry wait.." John tries to reason but stops when he heard a door slam shut. He sighs and buries his hand on his blonde hair. "Oh.. what did you do to me, Sherlock Holmes." He mumbles.

Sherlock is still staring at John. He's mind couldn't comprehend what happened.

"See? He still defended you even after all the things you have done. Even making his relationship with her sister more complicated." 'Sherlock' says coldly.

Sherlock just stand there, staring at John's sobbing figure.

"Bring me back.. now... Please..." He whispers.

'Sherlock' did as he was told and  the world started spinning again. Sherlock falls on the bed, letting some tears fall. The Ghost of  Christmas Present just looks at him before disappearing.

Sherlock just stayed on the same position until a hand touches his shoulder.

"Wha-?" He looks up and he seew another version of himself. But this time, he has a stubble and short but still a little bit curly hair.

"Hello. I'm the Ghost of Christmas Future."