Challenge word: Hold My Hand

Genre: Angst

Characters: Sherlock and Mycroft


Sherlock was shaking.

His forehead was hot and damp with perspiration. The small body was fighting the fever with all force it could muster.

One touch.

The whisper of a rapid pulse echoed beneath the skin.

Cold.

His hands were cold.

Suddenly Sherlock scrunched up his small nose, huffed with disdain and turned around to face the wall, still asleep.

Startled, 16-year-old Mycroft let his hand float in the air where his brother's small palm had been seconds ago, then put it down slowly. After a moment of composing himself, he straightened.

No.

Caring is not an advantage, after all.