Hey guys! It's been a while since I last published a story and this is my first Sherlock fic.

I hope you enjoy it!

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He'd started when he was sixteen, when his brain would not shut up. He would sit through boring lessons and feel his brain going into overdrive because of the excess information making its way to it. The two boys in the corner had the same girlfriend, the teacher was having an affair with the cleaning lady, the boy next to him had been thrown out of his home and this was his last day in school, the boy in the front row was sad and nearly suicidal because his dad left with another woman, from Paris, no no from Bruges. He honestly could not care less but that would not stop the information shooting its way into his brain and that combined with the absolutely boring biology lesson made him want to run away 'shut up, just shut up'. The bell rang, it was the last period and they were dismissed, he grabbed his things and calmly stepped out of the room. As he walked through the corridors he saw Mr. Redwood coming in the opposite direction, one glance at him and he knew what he was going to do to shut his brain up 'tired, cheap suit probably a present from his brother, more likely his father. He's stressed out because he thinks his wife is having an affair (which she's not) recently started smoking again, cigarettes in the left jacket pocket' Sherlock pretended to look something in his bag while Mr. Redwood continued to approach, at the right time Sherlock started to walk again, three steps later and Sherlock crashed into the professor's chest, he quickly grabbed the cigarettes and the lighter before looking up and mumbling an apology, the professor didn't notice.

Sherlock stepped into the deserted house, Mother had gone to get the groceries and Mycroft was in London taking over the world. He went up to his room and after dodging several of his 'experiments' he came to stand by the open window and lit up a cigarette. After the first drag he nearly coughed up a lung "Interesting" he whispered and took another drag, he coughed again but continued to smoke, he finished the cigarette and lit up another one, this time he did not cough, he sat on his chair and felt as if his heart rate was going down, calming him, he smiled his brain quiet at last, he still noticed things but it was like his brain discarded most of it. It had only taken his body three months to get used to nicotine and now, as December loomed close Sherlock Holmes decided that he needed something better, more powerful. He went to London for the afternoon and picked up everything he needed, he went back home and into his room. He opened the bag and took the plant out, careful not to let anything get on his bed sheets. The dried plant was full of seeds and twigs, he discarded those and put what was left inside an emptied cigarette, he dragged his chair near the window and lit up the joint, he took a drag and held his breath until a coughing fit forced him to let the smoke out. The smell was interesting, quite odd; he turned on the ventilator and took another drag. When the joint was finished Sherlock sat back waiting for the drug to take full effect and it didn't take long.

He started feeling so relaxed and calm, he felt his heart thump softly in his chest and every time he breathed he felt it go up his throat and down again. Moving sent shivers up his spine "the chair is tickling me" he chuckled. The radio in the kitchen was playing Pink Floyd's Dark side of the Moon as a day-long tribute to the band, the music was coming to the end of 'Brain Damage' and the beginning of 'Eclipse', Sherlock closed his eyes and felt his mind explode when organ broke through the guitar, he smiled and lit up a cigarette, it felt so different, not raspy but soft and a little bit like he was eating ash. It was amazing, he didn't have to filter his thoughts, and everything inside his head had turned into a sea of tranquillity. He slowly moved himself to bed and let himself fall onto his pillows. A few minutes later a maid woke him up to tell him that dinner was ready and that he should go down for his brother had just arrived. The effect of the drugs had not gone away yet so he stood up drowsily and sprayed some lotion on himself before making his way downstairs.

Mycroft was sitting in the living room while his mother talked about something Sherlock had managed to do.

"Ah, my dear brother, how are you today" he said when Sherlock reached the bottom of the stairs

"Very well, thank you. How's the diet" he said smiling

"I-"

"Don't worry, I'm only joking" Sherlock laughed which took Mycroft by surprise. His brother was laughing, truly laughing "What's for dinner Mummy? I'm starving" Violet led the way to the dining room and they sat around the table.

"So, how's school brother?" Mycroft said smiling pleasantly

"Boring, as usual"

"Any extracurricular activities of, shall we say, recreation?" Sherlock suddenly looked sharp but only his brother noticed.

"I've been telling Sherlock that he should find a girl, he doesn't seem that interested though"

"It's not that I'm not interested mummy, but the girls at school are so dull and needy" he said, his voice softening

"Don't call them that, you just haven't looked" Sherlock chuckled, the chair was tickling him again "Anyway, how's work Mycroft?"

"Everything is going marvellously well, thank you for asking mummy"

They continued to eat quietly and after tea the brothers were left alone so that they could "catch up" as their mother had put it.

"You started smoking" Mycroft said "You'll stop growing"

"Well maybe you should consider starting, seeing as you keep growing horizontally" Sherlock laughed again, his eyes sparkled with something Mycroft had never seen before, he was so stunned that the witty remark he was about to make came too late, Sherlock raised an eyebrow "Is something wrong Mycroft?" He said, not really worried "Have you now realised that it's true?"

"I hope you're not smoking near mummy"

"Do you think I'm thick? Of course I don't!" Sherlock looked as if he was going to jump to his feet but something stopped him, his heart was going up his throat again. He started laughing, taking his pulse he realized that his heart was going very slowly and he smiled.

"What else are you taking Sherlock?" Mycroft had his suspicions but he could not say what kind of drug his brother was currently taking "Sherlock?" His brother didn't seem to hear him and instead he looked at him and smiled, really smiled.

"You know Mycroft, you are pretty amazing" he chuckled and stood up "I'm afraid I must go back to my room" he smiled "I'm experimenting with fizzy tablets and boiling water" And with that he left.

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So, that's it for today, I will be updating this story regularly because I'm a master procrastinator.

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