Sherlock

I sit in floor next to James who is watching Black Butler to my surprise..

"You could look a whole lot like Sebastian if you straightened your hair." James adds and I smile.

"Yea." I try and hide the pain that's evident in my voice.

James clicks the tv off and sits so he's looking at me. "Can I ask you something?" He asks with glossy eyes.

"I...umm sure?"

"Why'd you do it? Why did you try and kill yourself?! You have a great life Sherlock!" James half shouts. I can tell he isn't angry.

"James I know how great of a life I have now, but in that moment I didn't. All I saw was that I lost my best friend due to stupid feelings. I just couldn't live with myself." I answer as honestly as I can.

Before anymore can be said the dining room door slams shut. John. I try to jump up and run to him but the pain coming from my stomach stops that from happening.

"Sherlock upstairs now!" John orders and I obey. Due to habit I lead John up to my old room.

"Take it off." He orders and points at my shirt.

"What?! No! Why-"

"That's an order Sherlock!" I wince at the harshness in John's tone.

I slowly remove my jacket then my shirt. Instantly I run to the mirror to find my stomach is already bruising. Shit.

"Sherlock he did this didn't he!" John shouts although I know he isn't mad at me. I move to my bed and sit on the edge of it.

What's John going to do if I say yes? What lie could I come up with that-

A wave of energy rushed through me. One that only happens when John touches me. I look up to see my doctor knelt in front of me. His hand is placed gently on the large bruising on my stomach.

"God Sherlock why didn't you call out for me?" John asks with tears in his eyes.

"Because if I called out he would've hurt you!" Before I know it I'm sobbing. Why can't mine and John's first Christmas together be a good one?!

John wraps his arms around me and I wrap mine around him. "I'm sorry." I sob into John's shoulder.

"Don't be sorry." John coos. I know he's thinking about my possible internal bleeding but I don't care.

"I ruined Christmas!" Gosh I'm showing so much weakness right now. It's horrible.

"Sherlock you did not ruin Christmas. Calm down and sit up straight." John orders and I obey.

"You will stay by my s-" John touches my chest causing me to blush like a madman.

"No internal bleeding should heal within a few days. We'll be here for two weeks before Mycroft let's us go home." John says in a tone I assume he used when he worked at the hospital.

"You will stay by my side at all times." I pause and start to get dressed. "You will not betray or leave me."

I pull my coat on and make my way towards the door. Noticing how much John is enjoying my little speech I continue.

"And that's an order." I wink before shutting the door between John and I, leaving my doctor all hot and bothered.

John

What the hell was that! Since when does Sherlock speak, or order, me like that! And where did that confidence come from!?!?!

Minutes before whatever that was Sherlock was weeping in my arms about how he 'ruined Christmas'!

I can hear James and Sherlock shouting at the TV downstairs. I'd go join them but I feel like that may not be such a good idea.

Considering I really don't trust myself in.......this......state. Besides if Sherlock wanted me to join him he would've ushered me out of the room with him.

Mycroft

"My can I talk to you for a minute?" Chloe asks from outside my study.

"Come in!" I shout with a sigh. The blonde headed child makes her way into the room and sits in front of me.

"I want to talk about what Sherlock said at dinner." Chloe says with confidence in her voice. Confident is not a way I've seen this child.

"He didn't mean it." I force myself to say before taking a drink of beer to drown out the ping in my heart.

"He's right....." She mumbles. "My you shouldn't be doing this to yourself."

"Doing what?" I ask obviously I know what she's going to say but I'm going to continue to play innocent.

"Stop drinking him away!" Chloe shouts suddenly. Her shouting causes me to sit my almost empty beer bottle down.

"My dad cared about you more than anybody else on this planet! And for you to simply try and push the memory of him away with alcohol is horrible!" Chloe is on the brink of tears, but so am I.

"That's not true. Your Dad always put you two before me." I try to comfort her.

"Don't lie to me Mycroft. He would've ran to us when Moriarty brought up loved ones if he put us first." She pauses and places her small hand on mine.

"But that's okay. You made him happy that's what mattered. It would kill him to see you this way." Chloe reaches up to wipe one of her tears.

"I don't like these feelings Chloe. Everything's new and it hurts. It's like a hole was-"

"Punched straight through your chest? Yeah I know. My it's okay to feel hurt, but it's not okay to drink that hurt away." I feel myself start to break down. Chloe walks around to my side of the desk and hugs me.

"I care about you My and right now we need each other more than anything. Please stop this." Chloe says and I nod.

Gently I push Chloe away enough to where she can look me in the eye.

"I want you to know something. No matter what your brother says, or what my brother says, I'm going to take care of you and your family. Okay?" I say and Chloe nods.

"Thanks My." She says softly. All I can do is nod in responce.