I just adore kid Sherlock, don't you? So thought of having a go myself.
This is based on the poem by John Foster.
When my baby brother,
Mycroft always knew when his baby brother wanted to tell him a secret. The first sign was when he hid half behind a door and watched you for a few minutes. The older Holmes brother found it beyond amusing and though he would never admit it he missed being told his baby brother's secrets. However, when his brother was seven he would do it a lot.
Wants to tell me a secret,
Sherlock stood hiding behind the half-open dining room door, watching his older brother reading a book whilst drinking a cup of tea. Mycroft knew that he was there, but said not a word. His brother could be like a dear at times – any sudden movement and he would disappear. After a few minutes, Sherlock walked into the room. It was late and he should already be in bed like most seven year olds. However, he'd got out of bed for some reason. Struggling a little bit, he pulled out the chair next to his brother and knelt on it.
He comes up right close,
Mycroft slowly put his book down on the table and his younger brother stared at him for a moment. He then leaned in.
But instead of putting his lips,
Sherlock slowly leaned in and turned his head to the right when doing so,
Against my ear,
Mycroft's baby brother pressed his small ear against his own tightly, as if his ear was speaking to his brother's ear and he was making sure no one else could hear.
He presses his ear,
Tightly against my ear,
After making sure, his and Mycroft's ears were pressed tightly against each other, Sherlock began to a make a noise. It wasn't just a noise though, it was him whispering. He whispered so quietly that Mycroft couldn't even hear him speak. The elder brother hadn't a clue what he was saying.
Then, he whispers so softly,
That I can't hear,
A word he is saying.
When Sherlock finished speaking, he took his ear away from Mycroft's and stared at him. Mycroft looked at his younger brother, both of their eyes locked with one another. The younger Holmes brother gave a single nod and the elder Holmes returned it.
Sherlock then hopped off the chair and gave a little sprint to the door. When he reached it, he turned round and gave another nod, just for good measure to confirm that his secret was safe with his brother. Mycroft returned that nod and watched his baby brother disappear back off to bed.
My baby brother's secrets are safe with me.
What do you think?
Review please.