Hello this is another of my stories and I have still not learnt to not do more than one at a time. I will finish Battle of the Anonymous eventually, but I am finding much more interesting stories to write for the moment, like this one. The more sinister subjects will only appear in roughly chapters 8 and onwards, I will warn you when they are coming up. I'm not going to write in third person forever, it is only for when Sherlock is not capable of thinking and talking for himself, it will be written in first person at the age five maybe four, I'm not sure yet. But enough talk from me, lets get on with the story, hope you like it. Please don't be put off because I will put it as M that is to just be safe and it won't be a proper M for a while. Please review.
I do not own Sherlock, it is simply a hobby to write the stories. That's it. :D
The Era of Holmes
3 hours old: Deciding a name
The little baby lay peacefully in his mother's arms, not stirring or crying, he had jet black hair and looked very scrawny and thin, he had glass blue eyes with a grey tint and was quite small for a baby. His mother smiled at him constantly, never taking her eyes off of him. She finally looked away when there was a knock at the door of her room.
"Come in." Two men walked in with a young boy in front of him, he looked the age of eight or nine and one of the men was at least sixty-three he moved over to her and gave her a gentle hug. "Hello father."
"How are you feeling Emily?" The younger man spoke; he wasn't a doctor because he didn't look like one so he must have been family or her husband which was more likely.
"I'm fine thank you, Richard." She noticed the other boy slowly walk towards her. "Come say hi to your baby brother, Mycroft." He then skipped over to get a better look at his new sibling.
"What is his name?"
"We haven't decided yet, you can help out if you want." Mycroft jumped in excitement at the idea which made the three adults laugh.
"Can I hold him, Em?" Her father had asked, she nodded to him and slowly passed the youngster over. He held him close and softly spoke.
"Hello, there. I'm your granddaddy, if ever you need help with something, whether it is money or just someone to talk to, I'll always be here for you... always." He nuzzled his nose on the baby's forehead ever so softly which made the child giggle slightly, the sound nearly brought a tear to his eye of happiness.
"Right, names please or we won't get anywhere." She laughed slightly. Names were suddenly thrown at her. Things like Elliot, Jeremy, Luke, Eli, Ethan, Richard Junior, Samuel, Arthur, Harry and Michael. "As lovely as they are I can't see him with any of those names, I'm sorry."
"Mycroft!" The little boy suggested with a wide grin on his face.
"No, Mycroft, that's your name and a very special one it is too." His father placed a hand on his shoulder as he told him. "What about the name of my grandfather, Sherlock?" Emily took a while to think about it.
"Yes... yes I can see that. Dad can you pass him back?" He gave her the baby and she looked at his carefully, testing to see if the name worked, he had his eyes closed at the time. "Sherlock?" And at that moment she knew Sherlock was the name as he slowly opened his eyes to look at his mother. She could have sworn that he smiled at her at that very moment as well.