Enjoy! Disclaimer- I absolutely own Sherlock. *Sherlock enters conversation* " False. Your breathing rate has increased, the eyes have become dialat-"
Fine. I don't own Sherlock.
Sherlock sat in his bedroom, completing the homework that had been assigned at school earlier that day. Well. Completing wasn't an entirely accurate word. Actually it wasn't accurate at all. Mostly Sherlock was just staring at the sheets of paper in front of him. When, he wondered, would he ever need to know the difference between a noun and a pronoun? Probably never. The homework wasn't terribly difficult, if he's wanted to he could have already had it done. It was just the incredibly powerful mental block of seeing no realistic point in doing it.
'Knock, knock.'
Mycroft, knocking at his closed door. Good Lord, even his knocks sounded posh, sharp, with precise pauses in between. Sherlock groaned audibly.
" What do you want, Mycroft?" He asked, annoyance clear in his voice. Mycroft, knowing that this was about as polite as Sherlock would get with him, took the question as an invitation. He opened the door slightly and slipped in. Sherlock met him with a glare.
" Hello, brother dear." Mycroft greeted.
" I asked you what you wanted, Mycroft. I didn't invite you in." Sherlock eventually replied. Mycroft shrugged.
" Which, by your terms at least, is just as valid." He retorted. Mycroft studied Sherlocks room for a moment. " Doing homework, I see."
Sherlock gave up, knowing that Mycroft would eventually leave on his own accord.
" Excellent deduction, Mycroft."
" Hmm, indeed. Not coming along too well is it?"
"..."
" Would you like help?" Mycroft asked, just to spite his brother.
" Piss off, Mycroft."
" Mycroft smirked some.
" I'll take that as a no, then." He sat down Sherlocks bed, next to his brother. " What's it in?" He prompted.
" If you must know, it's in English."
" Quite. Have you completed any of it?"
Sherlock nodded slightly, handing Mycroft one of his work sheets.
" One pr two problems." He answered. Mycroft examined the answers, which were printed neatly, for a few seconds.
" That one's wrong." He noted without looking up. Sherlock peered at the problem Mycroft spoke of, trying to see the mistake he had made. " It's an adverb, you said it was just a verb."
Sherlock threw the rest of the papers on his bed and stood up abruptly.
" To hell with it!" He exclaimed. Mycroft glanced up in mild surprise.
" What?" He asked.
" I'm done with homework." Sherlock responded. Mycroft raised an eyebrow.
" What do you propose doing?" He asked. Sherlock thought for a moment.
"...A pirate." He finally responded.
" I'm sorry?!"
" I'm going to go be a pirate." Sherlock said, sounding decided.
"...You're off to be a pirate." Mycroft repeated. Sherlock nodded firmly and opened the door to his room.
" Pirates don't have homework, Mycroft."
And with that Sherlock left, closing the door behind him. Mycroft continued sitting on his brothers bed. A pirate. Sherlock Holmes wanted to be a pirate. An amused look came over the elder Holmes's features. And then, very softly, he began to chuckle.
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