Hi. So, I've had this in my notes on my iPod for ages, 'cause it's really short and I didn't think it was worth uploading, but I worked up the courage yesterday, so here it is :). I love writing these little Kid!Lock oneshots, so I'll probably do some more soon.
Sherlock dragged his feet as he sullenly followed his big brother around the huge shops, making no attempt in the slightest to hide his extreme boredom. Mycroft had dragged him there, on the premise that he would buy him a new pirate hat (the last had been damaged in an unfortunate accident during an experiment involving the microwave and some fermented eggs) though he knew that it was really because he needed a new school uniform. School. It always came down to that, didn't it? The seven-year-old hated it. One upside to the painful shopping trip was that it gave Sherlock the perfect opportunity to practice his deduction skills. He was getting really good, now, in his opinion. As the lady in the shoe shop measured his slender feet, his brain set to work. Left handed- he thought, eying the way she held the shiny black shoes. Engaged; bites nails, he added in his head; noticing the diamond engagement ring and gnawed finger-nails. He thought about her toned arms and small waist, thinking: fitness freak. Then he smirked to himself, satisfied; while Mycroft just rolled his eyes- he knew exactly what was going on. As they walked through the busy shops, Sherlock carried on playing, occasionally muttering his deductions aloud. 'Lawyer, lab technician, teacher', he said, just loud enough that Mycroft could hear him, and was suitably irritated, although he was admittedly a little bit proud of his little brother.
Eventually, the brothers had everything they came for, except for the hat; and Sherlock got more and more excited as it neared the time of his receiving the gift. He spent ages in the toy shop deciding between all the different shapes, before finally deciding on one with a cartoon skull-and-crossbones picture on the front, because it matched his t-shirt. After insisting that Mycroft let him give the money to the man at the till (he was very patient with him as he fumbled with the coins, determined to be independent, which earned him a mouthed 'thank you' from Mycroft) they left the shop, Sherlock immediately pulling his new prized possession onto his head and dancing around with an imaginary cutlass.
'Come on, Mycroft! I've got to show Redbeard my new hat!' he whined, pulling his brother by the arm- a mean feat, considering all the bags that were in the elder Holmes' hand.
After a short taxi ride home (what was the point of Mycroft learning to drive in London? If his career went the way he wanted it to, which of course it would -the man was a genius- he would have people to drive him around soon enough anyway) they arrived home to their large house, and the younger of the two brothers rushed in to play pirates with his first mate, Redbeard.
Sorry it's so short... As I said, I might do some more of this soon, so watch this space! (Also- review please, 'cause reviews are on the same level as bow-ties on the scale of coolness.)