Mycroft knew there was something wrong with Mummy. He could see it in the way she moved, and how she didn't eat and how she was sick every morning.
He was sickeningly panicked. He'd read enough books like The Hot Zone to know of the symptoms of a dangerous disease. So he carefully distanced himself from her and began researching what was wrong with her.
So when his results showed she was pregnant, he was slightly disappointed that it wasn't something more dramatic.
And he really wasn't sure if he wanted her to have another kid. What was wrong with just him?
Quite a lot, he realized, a bit later, after pondering the question. To the outside observer, he was the epitome of unnatural.
Mummy probably wanted a kid she could relate to. She certainly couldn't relate to Mycroft. He distanced himself from her and his father. Books were his constant companion.
Mummy probably hoped the new baby would be a perfectly average blonde little girl who cared for shopping and doing hair.
But what would happen to him then? If Mummy and Papa had the perfect daughter to care for, what would they do with their unnatural son?
He was struck with a slightly appealing image of living in the dark tower library like a bat, forgotten by everyone, plotting his revenge on the world.
This thought took up his imagination for a minute, before his rational side told him he would most likely be sent off to boarding school.
Dull, but quite predictable. He wondered how old other children were when they were sent off to school.
Was seven an acceptable age for that to happen? Should he pack soon? How long did babies take to come?
He wondered and worried for the rest of the day.
After Mummy had come and tucked him in and turned the lights off, he stepped quietly out of bed and switched the lights back on.
He pulled his suitcase from under the bed and put a few choice garments into it. When the time came, he was going to be ready. Who knew how fast babies would come out.
Mycroft pushed the case back under his bed. Preparedness was key.
He hoped he'd like school.
A/N Okay, I'm sorry. I've been wanting to write this fic since I started my account. So now I am. And I have an annoying case of writer's block, where all I want to write is school stuff. Is that depressing or what? Anyway, is a kidfic okay here? I was a little unsure. But I hope you all like it!
...Of course I'm not starting a new fic when I have three others to finish...
