Hello. This is the first fan-fic I have ever written so please be kind. I wrote it last summer and was too nervous to post it, but on the spur of the moment, I decided to now. :) I hope you all enjoy it. I appreciate suggestions and comments. I know in the first few chapters, Mycroft is a little OOC, but bear with me, he wasn't always the way he is now. I will try to update as often as I can. Thank you and enjoy!

(I do not, sadly, own Sherlock or any of the characters associatedwith the show/books. However, i do own the plot and a few characters such as Callum, and Renferd.)

Chapter 1; Sherlock

The day is January 6th, 1987, the time; 4:28am. A light flurry of snow covers the frosted outskirts of a small village by the name of Rye, one of the sub villages of London. No whistling wind can be heard in Rye on this particular night, allowing the light snow to blanket the trees in a picturesque manor. The sky appears particularly ominous for no moon can be seen tonight due to the pale overcast. The only light that can be seen is a faint, warm glow being emitted from the largest manor in Rye; a vast, royal blue palace with five stories of spacious rooms. Inside, a seven year old Mycroft Holmes lies curled upon the smooth, cedar windowsill of the tall, arced window in the entry hall of Holmes Manor. On any ordinary night, Annie, Mycroft's plump, 29 year old maid, would have whisked young Master Holmes off to bed long ago. But this winter night had no normal element about it. Earlier that night, roughly around 9pm, Violet Holmes awoke gasping and sweating. This had been expected for some time due to the fact that she was nine months and four days pregnant. Immediately, Martin, the families head butler, and Callum, their chauffer, had hurried Violet and Renfred Holmes to St. Mary's maternity ward, the highest regarded birthing center in the London area. Young Mycroft had desperately wanted to go with his parents, but his pleas went unanswered and he was left in the care of Annie. She had done her best to keep Mycroft occupied and feeling like he was doing his part in the final preparations for the arrival of his new brother or sister, but he was not amused by his being left out of the "main event" as he had put it. But he went along with Annie's simple tasks anyway, to occupy his mind and hands for the long hours that were to come. They had made up the baby's crib and Mycroft had neatly set his favorite old toy from when he was younger upon the sky blue pillow. The family had decided to let the baby's gender remain a surprise, and this was what Mycroft was most anxious about. He had imagined countless scenarios for either outcome, a little sister or brother. Regardless of the result, he knew he would teach the baby all he had to share, which was a lot, since Mycroft was already taking freshman algebra. With these thought s in mind, Mycroft went about his chores. Eventually, they had run out of simple tasks to do and Annie had suggested they both get some rest. "Your mother and father will be away for a while longer young master Mycroft. It has only been two hours; the process of having a child takes at minimum 7 or 8 hours under normal circumstances," She had explained to him, but Mycroft was under no circumstance willing to sleep. He had told her to go ahead and that he would wait up for them in the entry hall. Annie had sighed and agreed, but insisted he relax and make himself comfortable. He sprawled out on the window sill and graciously accepted the down blanket and warm milk she had brought him. "Annie?" Young Mycroft had asked. "Yes dear," his nanny replied softly. "Do you hope the baby will be a boy or a girl?" He absentmindedly asked as he stared out the window at the falling snow. "I hope the baby is happy and healthy, I do not care its gender. Do you have a preference?" She responded, much to Mycroft's dismay. Mycroft didn't answer her for a long time. He contemplated his answer carefully, for he didn't want her to think he would be disappointed if the baby turned out to be the opposite gender of his wishes, he was quite content with whichever gender the baby ended up being. Finally, he answered, "I want to have a little sibling that will know I will always be there for and I will be able to teach things to. I want it to have a long happy life and be a great playmate to me. I want whichever gender can do that better." Annie smiled at his carefully crafted answer, for she knew he secretly had a preference, but she didn't push him. With that, Annie retired to her room with a goodnight to her young master. Mycroft had waited patiently for about two more hours until his eyelids began to droop. He was determined to stay awake to meet the baby when it eventually did come home, but the lulling of the snow and warm milk eventually got the better of him and he fell into a light sleep filled with dreams of the future he would have with his new sibling. Mycroft had stayed asleep until the soft crunching of car tires on the gravel driveway could be heard outside. His eyes shot open to see the approach of blazing car lights of the black Mercedes. Instantly, Mycroft sprang up and ran to the door. "Annie wake up! Mummy and father are back!" He called up to his nursemaid. Annie came rushing down the left-hand side of the grand staircase in a long blue bathrobe. She looked quite startled, yet excited at the same time. Mycroft thought he was going to burst as he watched Callum open the back door for Father and Mummy to exit. His father emerged first, followed by an exhausted looking Violet Holmes holding a small bundle. Martin followed carrying the tiny car seat. Their walk to the front door took ages in young Mycroft's mind. His mother was quite weak and his father and Martin had to assist her every step of the way. When finally they did reach the door, Mycroft was literally bouncing. He beat Callum to the door and threw it open, letting it sway a bit on its well-oiled hinges. Mycroft, trying immensely hard to contain his excitement, hurried over to his parents. "Hello Mycroft, you're still awake. We assumed you'd be sound asleep at this late hour." His father put an arm around his now elder child. "Oh no father, I had to wait up for you mother and… and…" He couldn't finish the sentence as he caught a glimpse of a tiny hand reach out from the bundle in his mother's arms. "And your new little brother." His mother smiled down at him. Mycroft practically fainted. He had a brother. His own baby brother. Hesitantly, he asked his mother the question that had been on so anxious to ask for nine months and five days. "May, may I hold him?" He asked hopefully. "Well of course. After all he is your brother." His mother replied. She slowly lowered the bundle into Mycroft's small hands. He was particularly carful to mind his head for he had a suspicion that his baby brother's mind would be capable of great things one day. When he firmly had his brother in his hand, he peered into his dark blue eyes and instantly fell in love with him. He knew he's protecting him for the rest of his life no matter what. "What is his name?" He asked no one in particular, without averting his gaze from his baby brother's face. "His name is Sherlock dear." His mother replied. Sherlock. Mycroft smiled. Mycroft thought it was perfect. His father gently took the bundle back from Mycroft. "You can see Sherlock more in the morning, but for now, we all need to get some rest." Mycroft sadly understood. He slowly climbed the grand staircase and lay down in his bead, without the picture of Sherlock ever leaving his head. He lay there for an hour, not able to fall asleep, until he finally gave in to temptation jumped out of bead. Slowly, he snuck down the long, dark hallway to the nursery and cracked the mahogany door just enough for his small form the fit through. There, with only the light of the pale snow outside, did he peer upon his sleeping brother's face. And at that moment he knew, he got exactly what he had wished for.