Thicker than Water 4/?

[prettybirdy979]

Title: Thicker than Water,
Fandom: Cabin Pressure, Sherlock
Gene: Crossover, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Kid-fic, Fluff
Character/s: Martin, Sherlock, Mycroft, OCs, (MJN and John show up later) 
Rating: This might be an R... it mentions Drug use and beginnings of withdrawal. 
Summary: Sherlock's favourite brother hasn't always been there, but he's been there when it counts. For that matter, so has Sherlock.
Warnings: Mentions of Drug abuse in this chapter
Notes: For a prompt on the kinkmeme. 

I'm not too sure of this chapter... This was all written using research and I don't know if I did it justice.

Thanks to elvendork_lee for betaing!

 

Stupid, God Damned Mycroft. How dare he?! I need them, they help me survive. I can’t live without them.

HOW DARE HE CONTROL MY LIFE?!

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Martin isn’t used to living away from home yet. He’s also not used to sharing with people who aren’t his family and have their own little ticks and habits. For that reason, he’s taking the attic room- means having less to do with everyone. Besides, once he gets his licence, he’s going to get a job as pilot and then he can get out of here.

So when someone starts knocking on the door to his room, he is very confused. The other students normally just yell…

Pulling up the trap door, he is shocked when Sherlock drags himself into the attic. His eyes are darting around and he’s smiling widely.

Martin sighs. High again. But…why is he here? “Sherlock?” he asks.

“Martin!” Sherlock swings his arms around Martin in a fashion of a hug, but it’s not…not a hug. Not a Sherlock hug.

“You’re high Sherlock. I’m not talking to you while you’re high.” Martin points at his bed. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

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Three hours later, Sherlock starts screaming. Martin is in the shared kitchen when it starts, and is able to signal to his housemates he has it covered. He sprints up the stairs and races up the ladder.

By the time he reaches his bed, Sherlock is awake and while the screams have stopped he is crying. As soon as Martin comes into sight, Sherlock is before him running his hands over his brother, checking for injuries.

He breathes a sigh of relief and then twitches. “Martin…”

“Why are you doing this to me Sherlock?” Martin pushes his brother back onto the bed. This is the most sober he has seen Sherlock in a year, and he plans to take advantage of it. He takes a seat on the bed beside him.

“Doing what?” Sherlock is still twitching, looking from one side of the room to the other.

“Hurting me. I love you Sherlock, you’re the best brother I have. But I can’t watch this; I can’t watch you destroy yourself.”

Sherlock closes his eyes for a second, before snapping them open. “I can’t be bored, Martin. I can’t handle being bored.”

“Find something to do then! You could fly a plane; or umm… build planes. Read books? Find some sort of hobby?”

Sherlock huffed a small laugh out. “Still can’t think of a hobby beyond flying, can you Martin?”

“It’s not a hobby, it’s a job. A career. Which is more than you have...” As usual, Martin speaks without thinking. Sherlock barely has time to be offended before Martin is stammering an apology. “Oh God, I’m so sorry Sherlock, I didn’t mean that.”

He is hunching in fear, clearly expecting Sherlock to yell or worse, leave. Sherlock does neither, but simply moves closer to his brother. After a second, Martin lays down so the brothers are lying side by side.

The room is silent for a few minutes before Martin suddenly breaks it. “Do you remember when I ran away and showed up at your dorm? How you took the week off and we went to London? We spent three days getting as lost as possible before you would deduce your way back. Or the hours we spent trying to get from one side of the city to another without using a main road. Oh, and the day we spent at the airport; you talking your way into as many secure areas as possible so I could admire the planes. Do you remember that?”

Sherlock does. It was in the days before Sebastian, before he realised how boring everything is and before he found the cocaine that spares his mind from all this. And yet, the warm feelings the memories create in him are far better than any high he’s experienced.

“I wish…” he whispers. He never gets to complete the thought because it is that moment the trap door to Martin’s room opens.

Mycroft pokes his head in. “Ah, there you are Sherlock. I was worried.”

Martin sits up. “Why? He’s safe, with me. We can look after another; it’ll be like when he used to visit.”

“Ah but Martin, Sherlock needs help far beyond your…capabilities.”

“Do go away Mycroft, I can handle this.” Sherlock suddenly states. “I don’t need your help.”

“I believe you do. After all, it wouldn’t do for Martin to fail his next pilot’s exam because he couldn’t study while you detox.” Mycroft said a hint of menace in his voice.

Martin freezes in shock, while Sherlock sits up quickly. “You bastard.” He whispers, his eyes flashing. Slowly he gets up, while Mycroft smiles in triumph. He makes Sherlock stop, while he descends the ladder from Martin’s room.

Before Sherlock leaves, Martin stops him. “I’m sorry…” without warning, he hugs his brother.

Sherlock hugs back tightly.

 

 

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“Two cases.” Sherlock bursting into Mycroft’s office is both unexpected and unprecedented. Mycroft quickly runs through the events of the last week to try and deduce what Sherlock would want in return for working two cases. His hand is itching to grab the weekly Sherlock report, but he resists.

“Three.” No harm in upping the price, and giving him time to deduce what Sherlock want-

Sherlock frowns, and then smiles, followed by a return of the frown- all in the space of a second or two. “Two cases. I will work them for you without complaint if you don’t interfere.”

This is intolerable. What report did I miss?! “Of my own choice and at any time?”

“Of course.”

Mycroft nods his head once in agreement. “Done.” Sherlock hums angrily and turns to leave. For a second, Mycroft lets his confusion show on his face.

“Martin, Mycroft.” Sherlock turns back around. “This is what this is about. You failed him last time he went for his licence; I don’t want you interfering this time.”

Mycroft is…well he’s completely confused. “Martin? Father’s little brat? Why-“

Sherlock’s eyes flash and he lets out a low hiss. Clearly he does not like insults towards Martin, though Mycroft doesn’t understand why. It’s not like the man matters. For a second, he is reminded of the last time Sherlock defended Martin, but he cannot see the pattern or motive behind each move.

“I mean it Mycroft. Interfere, and I’ll never work a case for you again.”

With that, he storms out of Mycroft’s office.

That was odd… and he actually meant that last bit. Hmm… Mycroft made a small note to find Martin’s file. Clearly he had some influence on Sherlock or some hidden quality only Sherlock could see. It was worth investigating.



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Comments

[syien_island]

Every chapter is so precious! Martin and Sherlock trolling London together, the way they take care of each other!
Grrrr...Mycroft and his meddling! I'm feeling a bit cruel towards him in hoping that he realizes soon what he isn't a part of.

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