A/N: This is going to be a series of one-shots of random people encountering Sherlock at different points in his life. Any ideas are definitely welcome! Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock.
Being a nanny for the Holmes' household was no easy task. Linda Spieling could attest to that, especially as she cleaned up the messy nursery of the four year old Sherlock Holmes. Even if he wasn't tidy, he was thorough. Every toy he owned, which was a considerable amount, was scattered across the floor, except his favorite teddy bear which was with him no doubt. Linda had left him temporarily in the care of his brother, Mycroft. Sherlock followed the boy eight years his senior like an adoring puppy and jumped at any chance to play with him. The plump nanny made her way to the open window to check on them.
"No, Sherlock. That is not how a policeman acts!" Mycroft was reprimanding his younger brother.
"I am 'posed to guard Teddy! And I want to be a pirate!" The boy replied stubbornly.
"Let's try this again," Mycroft sighed. "You are a policeman guarding Teddy who is really a government secret from bad people. But I am a good person! You are supposed to let me have him!"
Sherlock thought about this for a minute, his curly mop flopping from one side to the other as his head tilted. "Nope. It's my Teddy. You said no is 'posed to get'im."
"Supposed. Him." The elder Holmes boy enunciated clearly for his brother. "Say words right or don't speak."
Sherlock pouted and grabbed his Teddy. "I don't want to play anymore. This isn't fun!" He carefully articulated each word.
"I didn't want to play with you and your dumb teddy anyway!" his brother hissed.
"Teddy isn't dumb! And you are just mad because no one will play with you because you are so mean!" Sherlock ran away to the back door, presumably to Linda. She was surprised by him. She knew that Mycroft had been losing friends at school but hadn't realized that Sherlock noticed. He was a bright boy, as was his brother.
She turned to face the door just in time for a small form to barrel into her legs. "It's okay," she consoled Sherlock. "Mycroft didn't mean it."
"Yes he did. He hates me and he always will."
"No, he doesn't. He loves you and it was just a little disagreement." Linda stroked his hair and detangled it. The truth was, she wasn't sure if Sherlock was ever going to have a good relationship with Mycroft. Maybe the age difference was too much to overcome. Deep down, she really hoped that the Holmes' brothers would always be there for each other, even if it wasn't in the conventional sense.
