A/N: So while these chapters are going to be drabbles (sorta I don't really do JUST 100 words or so), know that if you like a chapter I'll gladly expand on it per request! This is AU, and because I've got a fairly good idea of where I want to go with this story, it's plausible there may be a multitude of stories. The ultimate goal with this was to write it and get it out there first and foremost. Also, this is not Brit-picked, I try to do research and use the right words, please forgive me, and if you see something let me know I'm happy to correct it, I also accept brit-pick offers.I made a few changes, for starters I changed birthdays roughly, and I'll be updating the chapters later.

1965: Greg's born
1968: Mycroft's born
1973: John's born
1975: Sherlock's born
1977: Eurus is born (appx. 15 months after Sherlock)
1982: Victor dies/Musgrave burns

Chapter One - The Day We First Met

September 1983

Mycroft was almost sixteen at the time, and at the behest of his mother would be spending his final year of senior school among fellow students, and he couldn't help but think he didn't quite fit in. For starters he was just about the only redhead in the school, and he was shorter than nearly everyone. Not to mention he was much smarter than all of them, if only mummy hadn't insisted he attend school with other children. Something about socializing better.

"Hey fatty, did you bring cupcakes for everyone!" one kid joked late in the day, while another shoved him into the wall, his stuff fell to the ground, and he felt his face grow bright red with shame as he knelt down to retrieve his items. He wished to comment on how trivial their statement was, it wasn't exactly a secret he was fat, but then comments like theirs never stopped hurting.

"Oi!" a voice snapped, and suddenly his new tormentors were dispersing. He glanced up to see another boy, perhaps closer to eighteen standing there, glaring at them before he knelt down beside Mycroft to help him.

"You didn't have to do that," Mycroft whispered, feeling horrified that he'd required defending, perhaps it wasn't a completely bad thing, but ultimately he knew it wouldn't bode well for later run ins when his new classmates didn't see his protector around.

The gravelly chuckle surprised him, and he glanced up to see spiked chestnut brown hair sticking out in every direction. Amused chocolate brown eyes studied him curiously and the smile on the boy's face was enough to make Mycroft's stomach flutter ever so slightly. He didn't fully understand what he was feeling, but it was most certainly unlike anything he'd ever felt before. "I know, but they're jerks. Come on then, I'm Greg, wha's you're name?" he asked.

The boy certainly wasn't good at proper English, based on how he spoke, and he didn't seem to sound like he originated from this part of England, but it was an olive branch for sure and Mycroft couldn't help but wonder how this would pan out. "Mycroft, Mycroft Holmes," he explained in a high pitched voice that hadn't quite cracked yet.

"I can teach you a thing or two, about defending yourself, if you'd like that is," Greg offered as they stood and he handed the last of his personal belongings.

Mycroft sighed, his face turning red again, "I think it's more to do with my portly appearance than my ability to defend myself," he muttered, feeling embarrassed. His brother always told him he was a whale. Clearly everyone thought so. He half expected this new boy he'd met to say the same.

"I think you look fine, besides, you haven't grown from the looks of it, my mum says boys don't have their major growth spurts til we're in our late teens. Just you watch, you'll be taller than all of 'em," he grinned. "Can I walk you to class?"

Mycroft, still not entirely sure what this boy's motive was, just nodded and together they headed in the direction of the their next class. Never realizing their relationship was the beginning of something much more.