"So I was right! This is about Magnussen." You looked up at Sherlock as he began to pull on his gloves. He nodded as he walked back into the kitchen, carefully taking Mycroft's computer from under his arms. John was in the other room, making 100% sure that Mary was okay. "What did you do to convince him?" You questioned him as he tucked Mycroft's computer underneath his arm.
"Long story." He spoke, taking a long glance out the window. You followed his eyes, wondering what he was looking for. When he still felt your eyes on him he turned to you, "I'll explain on the way." He quickly told you, you grinned up at him cheesily, ready to hear all about it.
"Sherlock... please tell me you haven't just gone out of your mind." John spoke softly from the other room. You could tell he was wondering whether or not Sherlock had reached his breaking point. John looked to you and you gave him an unknowing look, you weren't sure what exactly he was up to.
"I'd rather keep you guessing." Sherlock gave you a quick wink and you shook your head at him. You walked in the other room to join John when you heard the faint sound of a helicopter approaching in the distance. You looked to Sherlock, your face coated in shock.
"No way." You hurried to a window. That had to be what Sherlock had been looking for. A helicopter. John stood behind you, looking up at the helicopter that was quickly approaching the house.
"He's lost his mind." John nodded. He spoke this mostly to himself. You grinned up at the helicopter, you couldn't believe this was all happening right here and now. It really was Christmas! Sherlock had gotten a helicopter as your ride to Appledore? This was insane.
"Ah. There's our lift." Sherlock grinned, poking his head into the sitting room.
You followed Sherlock as he stepped out the door where the helicopter was circling the Holmes' pasture, making sure it was safe to land. After a few minutes, it began to descend into the grassy field. You shielded your face as you looked up towards it in awe.
As it landed, Sherlock made his way towards it down the path, Mycroft's computer still tucked under his arm. The helicopter was about 30 feet in front of you now, but the wind it was producing sent your hair flying in all directions as the routers began to slow down.
"Sherlock, this is insane!" You yelled over the roaring wind the helicopter was producing. You couldn't believe he'd actually gotten a real helicopter to come and pick you all up. You'd never been in one, but you were excited to. What excited you more was getting to finally see Appledore, you were sure that's where you were being taken.
John followed behind you, but stopped as you all reached the gate that led up to the small cottage. You walked through it, still watching the helicopter that was sitting in the middle of the field. You brought up a hand to your hair, holding back from your face.
"Coming?" Sherlock questioned John, stopping to look at him.
"Where?" John eyed the helicopter as he started to follow after you and Sherlock.
"D'you want your wife to be safe?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, of course I do."
"Good, because this is going to be incredibly dangerous. One false move and we'll have betrayed the security of the United Kingdom and be in prison for high treason. Magnussen is quite simply the most dangerous man we've ever encountered, and the odds are comprehensively stacked against us." Sherlock grinned as he spoke quickly, looking over at you.
"But it's Christmas." John almost pouted as he looked at Sherlock in disbelief.
"I feel the same." Sherlock grinned.
"Sherlock, he means it's actually Christmas. And this by far the best Christmas present ever!" You clapped your hands together. You were going straight into one of the most incredible places that existed, and one false move would become detrimental when it came to Magnussen. That was exciting.
"You're welcome." Sherlock spoke cockily as he continued towards the helicopter. "Did you bring your gun as I suggested?" Sherlock turned back to look at John.
"Why would I bring my gun to your parents' house for Christmas dinner?!" John raised his voice at Sherlock. You laughed, holding up his coat which you'd grabbed from him.
"Is it in your coat?" You turned the coat over in your hands.
"Yes." John spoke grumpily as he snatched his coat back from your hands. You smiled, John never let you down.
"Off we go, then." Sherlock nodded towards the helicopter.
"Where are we going?" John asked once more, still unsure.
"Appledore." You and Sherlock both replied at the same time.
***
On the trip to Appledore, Sherlock explained how he had broken out of the hospital for the second time one day while you were at work. He'd met with Magnussen at a small café. The theory was that Magnussen's glasses were a portable Appledore, but Sherlock's theory had been wrong. So, that didn't necessarily explain how Magnussen was so easily able to know things about someone that no one really knew but themselves. However, in exchange for Mycroft, Sherlock was able to convince Magnussen into gaining entrance into Appledore. What Magnussen didn't know was that Sherlock had a trick up his sleeve when it came to accessing Appledore's vaults for the world to see.
The helicopter landed not far from the huge house that was Appledore. House was an understatement. It was a glass fortress- a modern day stylistic mansion. You couldn't help but wonder what it was hiding beneath its transparent surface. The vaults Sherlock had shown you blueprints of months ago. You were hesitant that they existed at first, but you knew they must with all the information Magnussen was able to get his grubby little fingers ahold of. You just couldn't wait to see it all yourself.
The three of you were escorted from the helicopter and into the building by security guards. Behind you, the helicopter flew away and it's sound slowly faded as it disappeared from sight. You stepped into an elevator behind the guards, taking in every detail of the building. You could feel your pulse rate quicken the further you delved into the building. This was going to be one hell of an evening, that was for sure.
When the elevator doors opened, feet in front of you, Magnussen was sitting on a perfectly white, leather couch. The guards walked you up to him where Magnussen nodded them away and they left you alone. You watched him closely as he swished a glass of what appeared to be alcohol in his hand.
"I would offer you a drink but it's very rare and expensive." He spoke, without looking at the three of you. He took a drink, seeming increasingly relaxed even with the three of you standing over him. He felt as if he was untouchable. It was a rational feeling when you had dirt on anyone and everyone and could blackmail them as you so please. What Magnussen didn't know was you had a plan that he would never see coming.
Sherlock got straight to business as he took a seat on the sofa a few feet away from Magnussen. He sighed, making himself at home as he casually placed Mycroft's computer in between him and Magnussen. He looked up at a projection screen that was to your left and you turned to see a video of the moment Sherlock had literally pulled John out of a fire over and over on the screen.
"Oh. It was you." Sherlock stated coolly. He clasped his hands together, his eyes scanning the projection screen. He kept his emotions under control as he watched the moment play over and over again. You showed no emotion whatsoever, you weren't about to let Magnussen think that he had the upper hand on you.
"Yes, of course." Magnussen nodded. John turned to look at the screen, his face hardening as he turned his entire body towards it to get a better look. "Very hard to find a pressure point on you, Mr Holmes. But... not so much now." His eyes landed on you and they trailed down to your hand. You stood confidently, not shuffling under his snake-like gaze.
"Mm." Sherlock hummed, continuing to stay relaxed as he looked over to you.
"The drugs thing I never believed for a moment. Anyway, you wouldn't care if it was exposed, would you?" Sherlock tilted his head as a reply, showing he could really care less. That was kind of his goal from the beginning, but Magnussen hadn't even believed it. "But look how you care about John Watson. Your damsel in distress." He spoke smoothly as he watched the footage repeat itself. John turned back towards Magnussen, his face full of rage.
"You... put me in a fire... for leverage?" He breathed. He looked down at Magnussen with utter disgust. Of course John was pissed about being tossed in a fire for no apparent reason. No one would particularly enjoy that.
"Oh, I'd never let you burn, Doctor Watson. I had people standing by." Magnussen looked up at John as he sat his glass aside on a small table in front of him before he stood from the couch. "I'm not a murderer... unlike your wife." He finished coldly. You stared at him with no emotion, while John looked at him with his classic bitch face. He would've thrown punches by now if the circumstances were different and Magnussen wasn't, well... Magnussen. "Let me explain how leverage works, Doctor Watson." Magnussen walked past you as he stepped up to the projected video, swiping it away before he turned back towards the three of you. "For those who understand these things, Mycroft Holmes is the most powerful man in the country. Well... apart from me... Mycroft's pressure point is his junkie detective brother, Sherlock." Magnussen looked where Sherlock sat before he stood directly in front of John. "And Sherlock's pressure points are his wife, Y/n and best friend, John Watson. Y/n's pressure point is Sherlock. John Watson's pressure point is his wife. I own John Watson's wife... I own Mycroft. He's what I'm getting for Christmas." Magnussen sat back on his spot on the couch as he looked up at John. Sherlock shoved Mycroft's laptop towards him. You looked at Magnussen, still trying your best not to show any emotion. You wanted to be unreadable.
"It's an exchange, not a gift." Sherlock said harshly as he stood, coming to stand next to you. Magnussen looked up at him as he plucked up the laptop, holding it to his chest.
"Forgive me, but... I already seem to have it." He spoke.
"It's password protected." Sherlock wrinkled his nose at Magnussen. "In return for the password, you will give me any material in your possession pertaining to the woman I know as Mary Watson." Sherlock told him sternly. You glanced over at him, looking back to Magnussen as his snake eyes lit up at Mary's name.
"Oh, she's bad, that one. So many dead people. You should see what I've seen." He sighed as he looked up at John, stroking a finger down the side of the laptop. He just wanted to get the three of you worked up by saying these things. You wouldn't let it, but John on the other hand...
"I don't need to see it." John told him firmly. You looked at him to see he was still, very much, angry.
"You might enjoy it, though." Magnussen told him. John continued to give him his stoney expression. "I enjoy it."
"Then why don't you show us?" You questioned as casually as you could. Magnussen looked over to you, his expression blank.
"Show you Appledore?" He sat aside the laptop and you crossed your arms, sizing him up. You nodded at that statement.
"The secret vaults? Is that what you want?" Magnussen narrowed his eyes at you.
"No, I want a house tour." You replied sarcastically. You gave him an eye roll as you looked to Sherlock with an annoyed expression. "What we want, is everything you have on Mary." You demanded. He looked at you with the smallest hint of a smile at your sarcastic outburst.
Soon, he was chuckling to himself and you didn't drop your intense gaze as he laughed at you. You saw John shift uncomfortably out of the corner of your eye as Magnussen continued to laugh. He finally stopped, taking a breath as he patted the laptop that was sat next to him.
"You know, I honestly expected something good." He spoke as he looked at the laptop and over to Sherlock.
"Oh, I think you'll find the contents of that laptop-" Sherlock started, but was cut off.
"...include a GPS locator. By now, your brother will have noticed the theft, and security services will be converging on this house. Having arrived they'll find top secret information in my hands and have every justification to search my vaults. They will discover further information of this kind and I'll be imprisoned. You will be exonerated, and restored to your smelly little apartment to solve crimes with your wife and Mr and Mrs Psychopath." He looked to John whose jaw was tight as he stared back at Magnussen. Your gaze hardened at his words as he leaned forward, picking up his glass and holding in his hand as he glanced over the three of you.
"Mycroft has been looking for this opportunity for a long time. He'll be a very, very proud big brother." Magnussen finished off his drink in silence before sitting his glass back down on the table. That wasn't supposed to happen, but even if he knew that, it wouldn't change anything that was going to happen.
"The fact that you know it's going to happen isn't going to stop it." Sherlock spoke your thoughts. You stopped, studying how calm Magnussen looked. He wasn't worried. That made you uneasy.
"Then why am I smiling?" Magnussen smirked slightly as you searched his face for clues. "Ask me." You didn't think you wanted to ask him, honestly.
"Why are you smiling?" John asked, taking a step closer to Magnussen.
"Because Sherlock Holmes has made one enormous mistake which will destroy the lives of everyone he loves... and everything he holds dear." He spoke in a low voice as his snake eyes trained on Sherlock. You looked to Sherlock, unsure what this could mean. What mistake had Sherlock made? Were the vaults hidden... or had he moved them? You couldn't be sure.
"Let me show you the Appledore vaults." He stood. He walked into an office just by where you were and you all followed him in. He stood in front of a pair of double wooden doors. He placed a hand on one of the handles, turning to look back at all of you.
"The entrance to my vaults. This is where I keep you all." He turned back, taking both of the handles in each hand before throwing the doors open. He stepped inside the room, gazing around. You blinked at what you saw... It was just an ordinary brightly lit room painted completely white with a black leather chair sat in the middle of it. You turned to Sherlock, unable to hide your panic.
"Okay – so where are the vaults, then?" John questioned as if this was a joke. You knew it wasn't. You had made a mistake and a huge one at that. This wasn't good.
"Vaults? What vaults? There are no vaults beneath this building." He took a seat in the chair, making a wide gesture to the small room. "They're all in here."
John frowned, not understanding what Magnussen meant. You looked to Sherlock with wide eyes as he looked blankly down at the floor, he too realized the mistake that had been made. He glanced over to you, not saying a word. You needed to figure a way out of this and fast. If Mycroft and his crew got here before you had something planned... well, you didn't want to think about that.
Magnussen leaned towards John with a dark look as he placed his fingers against his own temple. "The Appledore vaults are my Mind Palace. You know about Mind Palaces, don't you, Sherlock? How to store information so you never forget it – by picturing it. I just sit here, I close my eyes and down I go to my vaults. I can go anywhere inside my vaults... my memories. I'll look at the files on Mrs Watson." Magnussen extended his hands out as if he was opening a drawer and searching through files. He hummed as his fingers flicked his imaginary files. "Mmm, ah. This is one of my favourites. Oh, it's so exciting. All those wet jobs for the CIA. Ooh! She's gone a bit... freelance now. Bad girl. Ah, she is so wicked." Magnussen chuckled. "I can really see why you like her." Magnussen put away his imaginary file and shut the door. After a breath he opened his eyes, looking out at the three of you with his hands held up. "You see?"
"So there are no documents. You don't actually have anything here." John spoke.
"Oh, sometimes I send out for something... if I really need it, but mostly I just remember it all." He nodded as he glanced down at his watch. "You can relate to that, can't you, Y/n?" His eyes went back to you and you stood, looking at him blankly. You weren't answering that question. He was trying to relate himself to you and you didn't like that at all.
"I don't understand." John shook his head, looking down at him.
"You should have that on a T-shirt." Magnussen grinned.
"You just remember it all?" John asked.
"It's all about knowledge. Everything is. Knowing is owning." He shrugged. You looked to Sherlock where he stood with a gaze that told you he wasn't present. He was thinking of a plan. You hoped he came up with one, because where you were, your situation was not looking too good and you didn't have any backup ideas of your own.
"But if you just know it, then you don't have proof." John told him.
"Proof? What would I need proof for? I'm in news, you moron. I don't have to prove it – I just have to print it." He stood, again looking at his watch. "Speaking of news, you all will be heavily featured tomorrow – trying to sell state secrets to me." He clicked his tongue as he shook his head at the three of you, disappointment clear on his face . "Let's go outside. They'll be here shortly. Can't wait to see you arrested." He left the room and you looked forward at the empty room before you. There were no vaults, no files, nothing. When Mycroft got here with backup all this could easily get spun around on the three of you and you'd be arrested, just like Magnussen had said. You'd be locked up for who knew how long.
"Guys, do we have a plan?" John looked back and forth at the two of you and you didn't answer him, still staring towards the empty room. You just couldn't believe it. You didn't know anyone else who had a mind palace like Sherlock and could store so much information, but it made since that Magnussen did- how he knew things about people when he wasn't in Appledore.
How you hadn't seen this before, was oblivious to your mind. You'd been too caught up in Sherlock's injury to place all your focus on Magnussen, and now you were all paying for it. You knew Sherlock was already blaming himself and would do anything to get you and John out of this situation. You were going to do your best not to let him do something stupid like he was probably thinking right now. "Guys." John spoke again. Neither you nor Sherlock looked at him and he sighed heavily, leaving the room.
"Don't do anything stupid." You told Sherlock seriously, looking over to his panic stricken features. "We're in this together."
"You and John can't go down for this." He spoke softly, his eyes still trained on the floor.
"So you're going to pin it on yourself? I'll turn it right over and take the blame with you, Sherlock. I've done it before and I'll do it again." You told him with an intense look.
He blinked hard, before turning to look at you. He nodded slightly, his brain clearly moving at a hundred miles per second."That's why I keep you around." He smiled slightly. You shook your head at him as you went to follow John and Magnussen out to the patio, Sherlock followed close behind.
"I just love your little soldier face. I'd like to punch it." Magnussen spoke to John as you stepped through a glass door out on the patio. "Bring it over here a minute. Come on." John looked over to you and Sherlock and you gave John a grim look. He'd have to bide by Magnussen's ways. Sherlock gave him a small, regret filled nod. "For Mary. Bring me your face." John cleared his throat, stepping in front of Magnussen. "Lean forward a bit and stick your face out." When John didn't, Magnussen smirked. "Please?" John sighed, leaning forward as Magnussen wanted. "Now, can I flick it?" John snorted at the thought of that, shaking his head at Magnussen. "Can I flick your face?" Magnussen brought his hand close to John's cheek before he flicked John's face, chuckling as John flinched at the impact. He flicked his face again in pure joy. "I just love doing this." He laughed as he looked at you and Sherlock. "I could do it all day.
"It works like this, John. I know who Mary hurt and killed." Magnussen again flicked his cheek. You took Sherlock's hand as you cringed at Magnussen flicking John. There was nothing you could do about it. "I know where to find people who hate her." Again, Magnussen flicked John. "I know where they live; I know their phone numbers." Two more flicks. "All in my Mind Palace – all of it."
Sherlock's hand tightened around yours as his anger boiled over at Magnussen. He was a psychopath that was humiliating your friend and you couldn't do a single thing about it. John just had to tolerate it.
"I could phone them right now and tear your whole life down – and I will... unless you let me flick your face." Magnussen flicked John's face three more times as he spoke. "This is what I do to people. This is what I do to whole countries just because I know." Magnussen told John after he flicked his face once more. "Can I do your eye now?" John turned his away from him for a moment in anger. "See if you can keep it open, hmm?" Before John had a chance to react, Magnussen tried to flick John's eye, which closed from reflexes before Magnussen had the chance. He chuckled, trying again. "Come on. For Mary. Keep it open."
"Sherlock?" John questioned, clearly unable to take much more of this before he burst.
"Let him. I'm sorry." Sherlock's voice broke as he looked at John. "Just... let him." You shook your head, looking away as Magnussen went back to attempting to flick John's eye.
"Come on. Eye open." He grinned as he flicked John's eyebrow a few more times. You were disgusted by the pure bliss held upon his face with each flick. "It's difficult, isn't it? Janine managed it once. She makes the funniest noises." Magnussen told you and he straightened up. Although you did hate Janine, that made you feel sick to your stomach. He did stuff like this to other people all the time just because he had information on everyone. He could do whatever he wanted. He was a monster.
You sighed slightly in relief as you heard a helicopter quickly approaching. You looked up towards the sky, which was getting a bit darker as the evening settled in. You squinted as the helicopter became closer and a spotlight lit up the patio.
"Sherlock, Y/n Holmes and John Watson. Stand away from that man." You heard Mycroft's voice over a speaker as the helicopter hovered in place, angled towards you all.
"Here we go, Mr Holmes!" Magnussen grinned.
"To clarify: Appledore's vaults only exist in your mind, nowhere else, just there." Sherlock looked towards Magnussen as he stepped to the other side of John, his eyes narrowed at Magnussen. You watched him, unsure of his intentions. His words were making you nervous.
"They're not real. They never have been." Magnussen grinned. He had won. You glared at him darkly.
"Sherlock, Y/n Holmes and John Watson. Step away." Mycroft's voice again demanded. None of you moved except Magnussen who took a few steps forward, rising his hands towards the helicopter.
"It's fine! They're harmless!" He told them. You scanned the lawn, which was now scattered with heavily armed police.
"Sherlock... Y/n, what do we do?" John looked towards Sherlock then you in a panic.
"Nothing! There's nothing to be done! Oh, I'm not a villain. I have no evil plan. I'm a businessman, acquiring assets. You happen to be one of them! Sorry. No chance for you to be a hero this time, Mr Holmes." Magnussen grinned over his shoulder, triumphantly. You watched Sherlock closely as he lowered his gaze, the gears in his head turning. You didn't like the look on his face.
"Sherlock... whatever you're thinking, stop it." You shouted over the sound of the helicopter. Sherlock didn't give you a second glance and you cursed him for never listening. He was going to do it anyway.
"Oh, do your research." Sherlock scoffed, walking behind John and reaching into John's pocket. You saw him slip the gun into his hand, but knew that it wasn't yet clear to anyone else. "I'm not a hero... I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Merry Christmas!" He shouted as he raised the gun towards Magnussen's face and fired.
"Sherlock, no!" You shouted as the gun went off and Magnussen fell to the ground. You stumbled forward, staring wide eyed at Magnussen's lifeless body. Sherlock immediately dropped the gun and you all raised your hands into the air. "Sherlock, you idiot!" You shouted, tears coming to your eyes as you looked over at him. He'd do anything to protect his friends and you hated him for that sometimes.
"Get away from me, both of you! Stay well back!" Sherlock spoke as he stepped forward, his arms still raised.
"Christ, Sherlock!" John yelled in shock, his eyes wide. You looked at Sherlock in despair as every gun was trained on him, along with many red sniper dots.
"Stand fire! Do not fire on Sherlock Holmes! Do not fire!" You heard Mycroft shout towards the police.
"Oh, Christ, Sherlock." John again shook his head in disbelief as he took a step back, making sure he didn't lower his hands. Sherlock looked back towards the two of you.
"Give my love to Mary. Tell her she's safe now... and Y/n..." He looked at a loss for words as he studied your tear filled eyes.
"Don't say anything, Sherlock. Just don't." You told him as you stepped up right next to him, your hands in the air.
"Don't be stupid." He sighed, looking at you.
"I told you that you weren't going down alone. How could I do that to my husband?" You said with the tiniest smile, looking directly forward as the police surrounded you. Sherlock looked at you a long time in thought as you stared ahead with your hands raised. You finally looked back over to him and saw a tiny glimpse of... thankfulness through his despair. You both dropped down to your knees together as the police advanced on you.
***
A day later and Mycroft had already arranged plans for you and Sherlock to head off for an undercover mission in Eastern Europe. It had been meant for Sherlock only, but you pulled some strings. You weren't letting Sherlock go alone and Mycroft knew that. So, you were in it together. All the way through.
You stood by Sherlock as a car pulled up onto the runway and Mary stepped out, hurrying towards you and Sherlock. You gave her a hug, trying not to cry as you pulled away to look at her. You looked towards Sherlock, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You didn't want Mary or John to remember the last moment they'd spent with you, you were an emotional mess. You wanted it to be a happy goodbye.
"You will look after him for me, won't you?" Sherlock asked as he looked towards John who was also stepping out of the car.
"Oh... don't worry. I'll keep him in trouble." Mary kissed Sherlock's cheek as she stepped back, looking at the two of you with a smile.
"That's my girl." He grinned. "Since this is likely to be the last conversation I'll have with John Watson... would you mind if we took a moment?" Sherlock turned towards Mycroft who stood on the other side of him. Everyone began walking away to give Sherlock and John space and you looked at John with sad eyes.
"Mary?" You questioned, stepping aside with her. She gave you a bright smile as she looked over you. You were glad she didn't look upset, if she did, you'd be a hot mess by now. "I just wanted to say... well, I don't think I ever told you how happy I am for you and John. You're going to be such great parents." You told her.
"I won't forget to tell our kid all about her parents' amazing crime fighting friends." You smiled at Mary's words. That sounded nice.
"Oh, and no matter what Sherlock tried to tell John, Sherlock is not a girl's name." You grinned at Mary as she shook her head the slightest bit, her smile growing.
"Oh trust me, I won't." She laughed, before taking your hand in hers, her face becoming more serious. You looked over at her, scanning her eyes. "You and Sherlock deserve each other, look out for one another, okay?" You gave her a sad smile as you looked at her, nodding.
"We will and hey, we can just think of this as one long case, we'll just call it me and Sherlock's honeymoon." You grinned. Mary chuckled at you before pulling you into another hug. "Goodbye, Mary." You told her as you pulled away from the hug. She nodded bidding you her farewells.
You looked back to see Sherlock waiting for you and you gave him a small smile, heading towards him. You stopped by John, devouring him in a hug. "Goodbye, John." You pulled back, giving him the best smile you could muster up. You looked back to Mary and before you could get too emotional, you turned on your heels, making your way towards Sherlock.
You looked back one last time, waving everyone a goodbye. You looked over to Sherlock before you gripped his hand in yours and together you stepped aboard the plane, taking a seat next to one another. You looked up to him with a somber look, seeing everyone out on the airstrip watching you leave.
You turned into Sherlock's chest with a frown as you wrapped your arms around him. He returned the hug, as he snaked his arms around you protectively, rubbing your back.
"I'll miss everyone." You spoke into his chest, fighting back more tears. You didn't want to cry because that would mean you truly weren't seeing any of them again and you didn't want to think about that.
"Me too." Sherlock spoke softly, brushing a hand through your hair. You held him close as the plane prepared to take you away from the city you loved the most, and all your friends. You'd left them for two years before, but now that there was a high possibility this could be the last time you laid eyes on any of them... was hard to think about.
The plane soon took off and you leaned towards the window, watching everyone become nothing more than small dots, before they were gone completely. You held Sherlock's hand tightly in yours, knowing that together, you'd be okay.
***
"Sir?" A man came out of the cockpit holding a phone out towards Sherlock. "It's your brother." Sherlock looked at it before he took it and held it up to his ear. You watched him closely, wondering what was going on.
"Mycroft?" He questioned. You watched Sherlock, leaning your head towards the phone so you could hear Mycroft speak.
"Hello, little brother. How is the exile going?" Mycroft spoke.
"We've only been gone four minutes." Sherlock sighed, looking over towards you.
"Well, I certainly hope you've learned your lesson. As it turns out, you and Y/n are needed." You raised your eyebrows at that, wondering what had come up that was suddenly more important.
"Oh, for God's sake. Make up your mind. Who needs us this time?" Sherlock sighed.
"England."
***
"Did you miss me?"