Don't Be Smart.
A/N So, basically I have been baffled by the fact that half of the fandom seems to think that Mycroft was this amazing older brother. I have never thought that, and in light of the new information from Season 3, I think I was able to capture, what I picture the dynamic, of Young Sherlock and Mycroft
Eight- year-old Sherlock sat before the fire, immersed in Treasure Island, almost forgetting that he'd initially picked up the book to hide his face from…
"Sherlock, what have you done now?" Mycroft, accused upon entering the room. Mycroft always stayed late after school.
"I've decided to be a pirate." Sherlock ignored the question, and turned the page in his book.
"Sherlock—" Mycroft began but Sherlock didn't let him.
"I'll have to learn how to use a sword… and I'll need a boat." Sherlock continued.
"Don't be smart, Sherlock!" Sherlock looked up at his brother shouting with a faint smile, making Mycroft lose his cool was always satisfying. Mycroft applied pressure to the bridge of his nose, something he did when he needed to regain his self control. "Sherlock," He said again, his voice calm again, "What did you do to make Lenny Barlow blacken your eye?"
"I didn't do anything." Sherlock said, "Other than ask him how his mother was doing." Mycroft raised his eyebrows at his brother, and Sherlock turned back to his book before saying, "And if he would like Mr. Crawford as step father."
"Sherlock, Mr. Barlow doesn't even know about Mr. Crawford yet." Mycroft was using that tone again. That tone that told Sherlock that Mycroft thought Sherlock didn't understand.
"Well why not, it's obvious."
"You can't do this to people, use what you see… don't reveal it."
"That's boring." Sherlock huffed.
"Why do you always feel the need to interact with the… children?" Mycroft asked, "That's not going to get you anywhere, it's the adults that have the power."
"Power?" Sherlock felt his temper rising, "I don't want power Mycroft, I want to be a pirate."
"A pirate needs a crew, Sherlock," Mycroft's voice was bland again, "A crew made up of idiots."
"At least I won't be bored." Sherlock countered.
"Sherlock, you need to apologize to Lenny." Mycroft ordered, "Then we can put this whole incident behind us."
"You're not Mummy, Mycroft, you can't tell me what to do." Sherlock scowled at his brother, "Besides, I already did." Mycroft raised his eyebrows again, "When he asked me what I was talking about I said, 'sorry, didn't you know?'" Sherlock explained, "That's when he punched me. Really, he's the one who owes me an apology." Sherlock turned another page, "Fortunately I won't be needing one, so I guess that puts the incident behind us."
"Mum will hear about this, and she'll agree with me." Mycroft bristled. Sherlock smirked up at his brother again.
"Yes. She will, but you'll have to condescend to ask her permission, a little reminder that you don't have as much power as you think you do, dear brother." Sherlock went back to his book, though not before receiving the satisfaction of making Mycroft scowl.
"Sherlock, what am I going to do with you." Mycroft muttered, almost to himself. Sherlock closed the book slowly and stood up, he barely came up to Mycroft's chin, but that didn't deter him.
"Nothing, Mycroft, you are going to do nothing with me, because I don't answer to you. I could have power, and influence, I could set up a network of boring people to ensure that what I want to happen get's done, and I could be tactful. But I won't Mycroft, not can't, won't." Sherlock walked out of the room.
"Don't be smart Sherlock. I'm the smart one." Mycroft called after him, but Sherlock pretended like he couldn't hear.
A/N So? What do you think?