Author's Note: Hello again! Just wanted to say a huge thank you for the reviews and favorites so far, it's truly touching! So touching I managed to knock out another chapter! I wanted to explore John's life without Sherlock a bit more, and who better to do so through than the man who see's everything! I am planning one more chapter from another character's point of view, so stay tuned and thanks again!

3 Days After

Brother.

I cannot explain how sorry I am for my part in your current situation. But I must inform you, your decision was a foolish one, and you are very lucky to still be alive. As much as you dislike me I would have thought that you would have known I will always find a way out of your troubles, and ones that don't involve throwing yourself off buildings. Since surveillance caught a drift of the sniper holding up in the flat opposite the hospital, I can only assume you couldn't deduce any other way out, and that for now you wish to be alone.

However, when you do decide to resurrect yourself, do give Doctor Watson a call. He seems to have missed the signs and has concluded you are, in fact, dead. And even if you hold nothing more than companionship for him, I can assure you he feels rather strongly about you.

Give my love to the lovely girl who works in the mortuary, Molly, isn't it?

Mycroft.

3 Weeks After

Brother,

Oh, Sherlock. The sociopath that cared. After finding the sniper placed opposite Bart's, and shall we say a little 'reasoning' on my behalf, he confessed that while he was informed you needed to jump his target was never you at all.

Lestrade, really, Sherlock? While I had guessed your warmth for dear Mrs Hudson after the American-through-the-window incident, I had wrongly presumed Lestrade was nothing more than a colleague to you. And then of course, there is Doctor Watson. While I know you acted only in complete selflessness, I must say a bullet through his head may have been kinder. Surveillance informs me he has barely left the flat since your 'funeral', and when he does it is only for milk and an hour or two at the cemetery. He still holds himself together, though. I fear that may be the death of him, as he seems unwilling to accept any help anyone tries to offer him.

I must say having your eulogy read in French was for the best after all, as I think it would have torn the dear doctor to shreds. Emotionally, of course, before you get pedantic.

I have arranged for him to be there at the reading of your will, and I will keep to my word, brother. I will make sure he is safe from the harm of others. And I do feel confident that in a few months when things have all settled down, perhaps it would not be a bad idea to let him know. If not of your wellbeing, at least of your reasons for jumping. According to his therapist's notes, he blames himself. For what or why, I do not know, but I do know a broken heart is a heavy burden to bear. But, I'm sure you know that too.

And do answer you phone, Sherlock. I hate emails.

Mycroft.

3 Months Later

Brother,

Since I have no other way of contacting you since you insist on being an utter child, I regret to have to inform you via the internet that Doctor Watson was arrested last night for 'Drunk and disorderly conduct'. Fortunately between Lestrade and myself we have managed to free him of any charges, and keep his boss and his girlfriend out of it all. Unfortunately he has been banned from the cemetery and was given a very stern row from Mrs Hudson.

However, before last night's incident, he has seemed to be doing rather well. He has a new job, teaching at Bart's Hospital I believe, and has eventually started to sort out all your 'experiments'.

I've always found reactions to loss to be the true telling of a man. In the case of Doctor Watson, there seemed to be a great deal of conflict between the soldier who kept strong and compact until the very last moment and the caring doctor who fell in love with a man who kept eyes in the fridge. It seems the later overtook last night as I read in the police report that he seemed to be shouting 'I want the pickled eyeballs back' to your 'grave'.

I also did as you requested at our last meeting and did a full background search on the new girlfriend. Apart from a rather heated argument on facebook with an ex-boyfriend about a few personal photos he showed a colleague, she is as clean as they come. I guess your instincts were wrong, dear brother. Either that or a certain green eyed monster is clouding your judgement. But either way you don't have anything to worry about, due to the lack of a certain toiletry item on Doctor Watsons recent shopping lists, I doubt they will last much longer. He has been spending a large amount of time with Miss Hooper though, although I assume by the sharp intake of breath you took the last time we met when I mentioned her name, you already knew that.

As much as I want to empathise with your pain, I ask you to not interfere. Until you decide it's safe enough for you to unveil yourself to him, you need to understand he is not betraying you, nor are his actions any comment on his feelings for you, and if you care as much as you seem to think you do, you will let him attempt to be happy.

Text me when you've decided where you are heading next, I do worry.

Mycroft.

3 years after.

Sherlock,

You are the most utterly frustrating human being I have ever come across, and I work in government.

I have now called you 56 times, left 76 text messages and have every available person in Europe searching for you, and yet you still are nowhere to be found at the time you are most needed!

So as a last resort, I must beg you via the internet, to come home. I will not even bother explaining the situation as I know fine well you have listened to every voicemail, so all I will say is this.

I expected more from you.

The man you claim to love needs you by his side and you are refusing to co-operate out of pure spite. Spite that he could survive without you, the Great Sherlock Holmes, and that he had managed to get to a place where he was actually living a normal life, and now he's nowhere to be found because he thinks he's losing his mind because a person he believed to be dead decided showed up at the corner of Baker Street!

I swear Sherlock, you better hope that surveillance find him before he does something incredibly stupid, or you will get your wish and I will stop worrying about you.

And here I was thinking you were the sociopath that cared.

Mycroft.