So, since we still don't 100% know when we'll be getting the new series, I thought I'd finally get around to posting this. I wrote this after watching ASiB but never got it up here. So, I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: All ownership of these characters go to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss, and Steven Moffat, not me.


"Initially, he wanted to be a pirate."

Sherlock, at nine years old, didn't truly care to understand the world of grown-ups. All he knew was that Mycroft took a special joy in crushing any and all of his dreams. And it wasn't because they were foolish. But this one... Not even Mycroft could destroy this one-It was flawless!

Sherlock jumped onto the back of the couch, foam sword waving wildly, battling the invisible foes he knew he'd one day be facing. His spindly legs, barely able to support his weight, wobbled before growing steady as he advanced on his ghostly enemy. He imagined his foe with Mycroft's face and giggled. All of a sudden, his sword poked something soft and squishy clothed in a fancy jacket.

"Sherlock," reprimanded the voice above the belly. "What do you think you're doing?"

Sherlock looked down the length of the sword, then up into the disapproving face of his brother. He shrugged; Sherlock despised explaining himself to Mycroft. He never understood.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. "Sherly, I highly doubt that. You always know exactly what you are doing."

Sherlock shook his head, swatting away Mycroft's hand when the older Holmes tried to pat his head.

"You wouldn't understand, Mykie," Sherlock sneered, sidestepping his brother and poking his sword into the plush tummy.

Mycroft snatched the sword away from his younger brother, shooting him a stern glare. "Sherlock, we have company over for mummy and daddy. You must be on your best behavior, which means no swords, no poking people, and no piracy. He handed the sword back to Sherlock, whose head was hanging low. All he had wanted to do was have a little fun. Instead, he had to take off his eyepatch and bandanna and put on the stuffy suit hanging in the back of his closet reserved for the dinners with mummy and daddy's guests. He trudged dejectedly up the long staircase to his room, putting his dreams of piracy away... For now.


I hope you all enjoyed this, and may it give you comfort in the days of not knowing when we'll get series three. As always, please review, if you feel so inclined.