What He is Today - A Sherlock one shot
"Come on Sherly, I'll racy ya down the street!" Mycroft Holmes said, half dragging his bike bike behind him.
"But My, you know I don't like racing. I want to ride to the park and back. Not race." Sherlock said adamantly, pouting as he stood next to his bike which was propped up against a wall.
"Sherly, please. I'll give you a lemon sherbet from my secret stash of sweets if you race me!" Mycroft said.
Sherlock's eyes lit up at the mention of sweets. That, coupled with the fact that he had no sense of when he was being bribed into something led the brothers to sit on their bikes at the start of their road.
"Three, two, one, GO!" Mycroft shouted.
They both pushed off with their feet and started racing down the road. Sherlock was lagging behind, his short legs not up to what his brother's were. Mycroft was really into it, and was pumping down the road like an impala. Suddenly, there was an almighty CRASH.
"Ow," Sherlock moaned from under his bike.
Mycroft ran over to him, not wanting to touch Sherlock in fear of doing any further damage that would have been dealt from the fall.
"MUM!" Mycroft called into the general direction of their house.
Their mother came rushing out with an apron on. She removed the bike from on top of Sherlock and rolled him over onto his back. He had a deep gash on his forehead, a nosebleed, grazes on his hands and knees and a cut on his left calf.
"Oh deary me. We will take you to the hospital to get you cleaned up. I have a tissue for the nosebleed. Don't worry" She said, stroking Sherlock's wiry hair.
"Mycroft, help you brother stand up for me. I'll get the car and we can be off,"
Once at the hospital, Sherlock had to undergo a few x-rays and got his calf and head cuts fixed up. But there was one worrying thing that stood out to the doctors.
"Mrs Holmes, I'm afraid to tell you that your son has sustained minor damage to his frontal lobe. It's not serous, but in his later life he will be a little less developed. He will be impulsive and childlike, but don't let that stop him. He can be a fully functioning member if the world," The doctor had said. Mrs Holmes frowned. She decided not to tell Sherlock. They went home and lived life as normal.
35 years later
"Damage to my frontal lobe." Sherlock said from the sofa of 221b.
"Hm?" John said, looking over at Sherlock from his laptop.
"That's why I am today. When I was five years old I fell off my bike and sustained damage to my frontal lobe. Mum never told me, but I worked it out soon enough when I started doing science at school,"
"Sherlock, I still like you whether or not you damaged part of your brain when you were five. You're still my best friend. And I like you just the way you are," John said, smiling over at Sherlock.
A/N- Hope you enjoyed that! It was actually inspired by a Ze Frank video. Reviews and stuff always appreciated! ^-^
