Chronological clips of Mycroft Holmes. Might seem a little OOC but do bear in mind he is Seven in the first clip, sixteen in the second and there are extenuating circumstances for the others.

Always – Mycroft age 7

He sat stiffly in the waiting room chair doing his best not to fidget. He was seven years old, far too old to be wondering about touching everything and annoying the staff or to be swinging his legs about meaninglessly, kicking at nothing. There was no reason for such unrest. He could sit properly and wait patiently. Women had babies safely all the time so there was nothing to worry about. He'd said the words to himself many times already but despite the attempts at calming down he clutched the handle of the umbrella he held tighter using his tightening grip to channel away his nervous energy.

Mummy had been gone an awfully long time though. He twirled the umbrella lightly on the floor. When they first arrived this had caused droplets of rain to fly about but it had long since dried completely during the wait. Surely if something were wrong someone would have told him, right? Or maybe they wouldn't. Mummy knew how smart he was but everyone else always treated him like some brainless child that still ate paper paste. What if something had gone wrong and no one thought to tell him? Maybe he could ask the receptionist for news? Yes, she should be able to find out if Mummy was ok. He got up from the chair and headed to the desk only to be interrupted halfway there.

"Mycroft Holmes?" A young nurse called from the end of the hallway.

He froze in the middle of the waiting room. Oh, no! Mummy! Was something wrong? He turned toward the nurse, "Yes?" his voice was nearly nonexistent but it grabbed the ladies attention.

She smiled calmly at him. "Your mum's ready to see you. You've got a new little brother to meet."

The breath he didn't know he was holding rushed out of him. She was asking for him. Mummy was fine. His little brother was fine. He didn't run to the nurse, it wasn't proper, but he crossed the distance between them as swiftly as he could without seeming rushed. He had to see Mummy for himself.

The nurse led him down a few hallways before stopping at a door and turning to him. "Now your mum is just behind here, alright? But she's going to be tired so try to use a quiet voice, ok?" She didn't wait for an answer but opened the door and ushered him in.

A doctor stood talking to Mummy but quieted when they arrived. Mummy was propped up in the bed holding a small bundle to her chest. She smiled tiredly at him, a soft grin that eased his fears. Mummy was just fine.

"Get up here, Mye, dearest there's someone you should come meet." Mummy looked to the doctor beside her and he grabbed a chair from the side of the room to place beside the bed.

Mycroft climbed onto it to see the bundle she held. He didn't realize he had still been holding the umbrella he'd been toying with earlier but there was nowhere to put it now so he held it in front of him along the side of the bed. The bundle looked even smaller up close. How in the world was his brother in there? Mummy angled the bundle so he could see into it. A wrinkled, red face was all that was visible. He was even tinier inside all the blanketing he was wrapped in.

"Mye, this is your little brother, Sherlock." He stared at the little face presented to him. A little brother. He had a little brother!

"Sherlock, meet your big brother, Mycroft," she cooed at the little bundle before looking up at him once more. "Mye, promise you're going to look out for him. You know, that's the job of big brothers everywhere?" She looked at him with a serious face.

Of course he was going to look out for him. He'd thought of a little brother for ages, not that he'd believed he'd ever get one. "Of course, I always will! I promise…"

Review? Please?

So that's part1 of my first (intentionally) multi-chaptered fic; there will be 4 more. How is it? I'm looking to improve my writing skills so I'd like to know what's good, what's not good and what makes you tilt your head and go 'huh?'. I've got a friend who usually reviews (if it's a category they read) but they have this habit of being polite, go figure, for reasons of sentimentality due to friendship. If something's good, yes I'd love to hear about it, if something's not good... well that sucks but I'd still like to hear about it.
~Addict to Fanfics

04/22/13 – 04/24/13