Get Me Some-Sherlock Fanfic

I sit in a cold sterile room, the walls are grey cement, the tables chrome, it is an emergency hide out shelter, disused until today. Sniffing the air, I feel as if I can smell wet cement, cold, hard unyielding. Mycroft comes in with my tea, and the scent of boiling water and tea bag assails my nostrils. I grimace. “It’s not Twinings Earl Grey, it’s Twinings Lady Grey Tea.”

“And your point is, Brother mine?”

“If I’m going to die, I want Earl Grey.”

“Just drink the damn tea.”

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