AN: I'm sorry. I swore to myself I'd never do this but this with the pen name I'm using it almost counts as a self-insert. This is a 'third-Holmes-child' drabble. My birthday is coming up and the idea just got stuck in my head, combined together I couldn't resist... I'm really sorry?
Um, anyway in contrast to my usual style (I post under a different pseudonym also) this is entirely dialogue between the Holmes brothers. When writing this I imagined them at around 6 and 13 years of age respectively looking down on a slightly premature newborn.
"She's too small."
"She's a little on the small side; a consequence of arriving early. Though you weren't much larger, I do hope you realise."
"Yes, yes. I meant she's going to take ages to grow large enough to be useful."
"Then I suppose it is a good thing she's not here for your 'use' then isn't it?"
"Well what good is she if she's just going to lay around and drool on stuff?"
"I believe I asked the same question when you arrived. I'm still waiting for a satisfactory answer though you've long passed the drooling stage."
"I'm plenty useful. I just don't feel like helping you."
"Then why should you assume she'll be helping you? Perhaps she'll decide to help me because you won't, after all I was waiting for a helper first. What then, hmm?"
"But she can't help you. If she helps you then who'll help me? I need an assis-tant and all the other children are idiots."
"Hmm, I suppose that's true. Perhaps she'll decide she won't be of use to either of us though. We shall have to wait and see. In the meantime, you do know as one of her elder brothers it will be your job to look out for her, yes?"
"Of course, I'm not stupid. I can look out for her and keep her safe and we won't even need you. I'll teach her everything I know and she'll be the smartest girl in the world instead of like those dumb ones that keep giggling and staring in class."
"I've told you, they wouldn't stare nearly so much if you'd allow Mummy to do something proper with that mop you call hair."
"There's nothing wrong with my hair. I bet she likes it. She tried grabbing my front curls when Mummy let me hold her. She's got dark hair too, like me an Mummy, maybe she'll have curls too. Will you tell her to get them cut?"
"She has dark hair now but it might lighten when she's older. Mine did. She might look just like Father and I when she's older instead. What will you say then?"
"But I want her to look like Mummy, she's a girl. Then Mummy'll stop babying me."
"We'll have to wait and see won't we? For now we should let her sleep quietly. She at least is still a baby and needs to rest."
"Fine, but she's still going to be my helper. Night, li'l sis."
"Goodnight, little sister. Sweet dreams."
I've only had this account 14 hours and decided to post. Maybe a new pseud was a bad idea... I'm supposed to be working on pieces for my other pseud. Don't expect any sort of regular posts here, I wasn't planning on posting here at all.
This kind of just got away from me. I literally just typed it up in Doc Manager. No outline, no notes, just a vague idea that I'd like them fighting over their newborn sister's favour/future while she sleeps on oblivious to their presence beside her. I wasn't sure how/when to 'end' it so it just kindof cuts off, hopefully not too awkwardly.