A/N: Day one of Reflekshun's challenge of 100 one word prompts. Today's prompt was apples. I am woefully behind of this challenge, so be expecting a chapter dump in the next few days. I fear that Holmes is just a bit too effusive in this, but then the man is only human, and what person doesn't, from time to time, want to indulge in treats from their childhood? I hope you enjoy this. Note that this is unbetaed and written in about half an hour, so if you notice any glaring mistakes, please don't hesitate to point them out.
Day 1- Apple
Although it might seems strange to some, when summer came to London, his first thought was always of apples. When he was a very young child, on those rare days when the sun was shining and weather was warm, Mycroft and his favorite activity was always sitting out under the fruit trees on their property, and their favorite fruit to eat was always the apples. Even now he could taste their sweet juice, feel it tumbling down his chin a little. He sighed a little bit, the longing feeling for those days gradually increasing. It must have been louder than he had originally intended, for Watson cocked his head, giving him a puzzled glance.
"Are you quite alright Holmes?" Watson asked, concern peppering his voice. "Perhaps you should take a walk, enjoy the fresh air."
"You know I think I shall." He answered, knowing exactly where he was going. On his way there he stopped by the market to pick up a few things, and then made his way there, slowing only to let a cab go before he crossed the street.
When he arrived at the Diogenes, it was something of a surprise. Sherlock had been a presence there quite often, but always during a case, never when he could avoid it.
"Hello Mr. Holmes." The greeter said, deftly hiding his surprise behind an inviting smile. "Here to see your brother?"
"Yes, can you tell him that I have a bit of surprise for him?"
"Of course sir." And the greeter left.
Holmes tapped his foot, impatiently awaiting Mycroft, who never went faster than he deemed absolutely necessary. Sherlock's mention of a surprise should have unsettled him enough to increase his speed ten fold. And yet for nearly half an hour Holmes stood there waiting for his brother. When he finally arrived, it took some restraint for Sherlock to keep from pouncing on him.
"What is it Sherlock?" Mycroft's query held a touch of hesitation, as he was no doubt wondering what trouble his brother was bringing to his doorstep now.
"Just a little trip down memory lane," and he pulled out too shiny red apples. "I've been thinking about them all day, and thought you might like to share one for old times sake."
Mycroft simply smiled, and without a word, took the fruit.