John feels hurt and deserted, tries to just run into the road, but a limousine halts next to him. He hisses: "Oh no, not today Mycroft!", and keeps walking, but the limo just creeps behind him. Eventually John gives up and enters the vehicle. He doesn't even look at the texting Anthea, who is somewhat confused over this unusual ignorance. Even more when he stays silent the entire ride, giving her the cold shoulder.

They arrive at a private residence of the upper class, something that confuses John. When he exits the limo, servants bow to greet him and usher him into an office. Mycroft is sitting at a desk with an open laptop. John growls: "It will take more than threats or money to fix this, Mycroft!". But Mycroft answers with a raging outburst: "That you have the nerve... I should be the one to be angry at you! Since your onslaught this morning, Sherlock has gone missing and might do something really stupid!" When John is winding himself up, huffing: "Oh is that so? Well he already...", Mycroft shuts him up by crying out: "I saw you! My brother didn't rape you, you made love to him, just like he said!"

Then he walks over to the laptop and ushers John to join him. He shows him footage of a surveillance camera, that seems installed in John's room. John is shocked and demands: “What the hell, are you spying on me?”, but Mycroft simply states: “I just try to look out for my brother!” The recording shows how the young Holmes is helping Watson undress, and how the doctor is making Sherlock the compliments. Then there is the kiss. John has to look away. He asks: "So you were watching us?” "When you started to tug at my brother's pants, I tuned out. I don't have to witness his first serious steps into a sexual relationship.”, Mycroft makes clear, “I did however tune in to the next morning, to make sure everything went well!" John snorts disbelieving.

The government official continues unimpressed: "Only to discover that you fire around wild accusations, along with furniture, spooking my little brother away to God knows where! I cannot call or trace him! If he takes hits and gets hurt or worse, I will hold you responsible!" Watson looks again at the footage of the two half naked men, gently caressing each other. Suddenly the older Holmes pulls a USB-stick from the laptop and the signal is lost. He gives it to the doctor saying: "You can keep it, or burn it. I trust it is in your own interest, not to have this posted somewhere. And you better help me retrieve my brother!" Overwhelmed, John just silently accepts. As he moves to leave, Mycroft inquires: "Is the police investigating?" When John shakes his head, he nods at him and turns around to a window.

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John is brought home with the limo. He goes straight to his room and finds that the hidden camera has already been removed from it's hiding spot. So he sits on his bed and watches the footage. In between he has to stop and shut his laptop to calm himself down. He never watches gay porn, but seeing himself and his best friend go down on each other, apart from being cringe, is also strangely arousing. It is notable, that despite his disability, John was the more active part, and also the top, throughout the entire session. And that he took his sweet time. It makes John blush.

Once they're asleep, he fast forwards to the next morning, watching now with guilt, how he chased Sherlock away, embarrassed at his outburst, and noticing how hurt his friend looked. He texts Molly and Lestrade, telling the later: 'You were right, misunderstanding, sorry. Please don't tell.' Lestrade texts back: 'Didn't tell anyone. Okay, but please explain some day. Take care.'

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John goes out, wanders the streets looking for Sherlock, but doesn't find any sign of him. He starts to organize the homeless network, spending a lot of money, and instructing them to tell Sherlock he is sorry. And to please keep him from taking drugs, if possible. On his way, he meets a sprayer and employs him too, then gets an idea. He borrows one of the cans and starts spraying: 'S come home, I'm sorry, John!', in a gruesome handwriting, since he still only has his right arm to use. He continues to do this on all corners where he and Sherlock ever ate, drove to, or had a case.

At the end of the day, running from the police twice, and with an empty can, John slumps home. His arms hurt so much, it feels like one will fall off any minute, and he wouldn't be sorry if it did. John goes to bed, partly dressed and in a lot of pain. But he endures it, since his usual stopped working anyways, and looking for Sherlock's Polcitine to kill the pain would only make him feel even more guilty, remembering how well he felt under it's influence. 'He really only meant well.', John scolds himself, worried over Sherlock. In the middle of the night, he wakes up from a sound, but can't find anything. Out of an impulse he writes 'Sherlock, I'm sorry, John' with chalk on the table. He goes to bed even more hurt and cries.

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