Mycroft Holmes exited his car in front of the tall gloomy, run down building. The hanging sign read, home for orphaned children. "Well, are you getting out of the car brother? Don't want you complaining about how boring or inadequate your new niece or nephew may be," the elder Holmes brother inquired. Sherlock exited slamming the side door. He contemplated jumping back in but the it speed off to his dismay.

"When did you take an interest in having a child? You don't necessarily seem like the fatherly type." Sherlock mumbled shaking out his disheveled hair.

"Well it's important to have a protégé, an heir if you wish to call it. My position will only be taken by someone I can trust, of course." Mycroft said walking toward the orphanage looking quite pleased with himself.

"There are many lined up for your position. All you must do is choose from the lot." Sherlock pleaded, he did not want to pester himself with children.

"I yearn for one I can mold to my design. A child provides just that, it being able to grasp and develop my paramount traits." Mycroft boast straightening his suit jacket. "Now shall we be on our way." Getting only a grumble in reply Mycroft entered the building.

To the pair's terror they were surrounded by miniature snot nosed monsters. Children greeted them, some begging to be adopted by them, the brothers both made a cry of disgust.

"Shoo, you maggots!" Sherlock shrieked.

"Brother please hold your composer, they are just children." Mycroft said, shaking a little boy off his legs.

"Children, please behave these men will choose whoever they want please do not pester them any longer." A middle aged woman cried to the mob of tiny booger eaters. "Hello, I am- , 56, widowed, yes I know." Mycroft cut off the older woman. "My brother and I will help ourselves to the selection of quiet children in the corner." Mycroft bustled over to the corner with haste, Sherlock following on his heels. "I hope you find the perfect little angel you are looking for." She calls after them with a slight scowl on her face.

Mycroft surveys the children in the corner. "To stupid, eats rubbers and paste, hmmm no." The slender man sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. Almost giving up hope his eyes land on a child's head poking right behind a bookcase. Leaving the side of his younger sibling, Mycroft makes his way over to find a short little girl looking no more than two years old, reading a rather hefty novel. Mycroft steadily seats himself down in front of the child.

Trying his best to smile, Mycroft asked "Enjoying your book?" The young girl looked up, her brown eyes cold and uninterested.

"Cut the act." A youthful, yet deadpanned voice, spoke.

"What act?" Mycroft played dumb, trying his best to keep his façade up. Suddenly he moved his head in time to avoid the thick novel the child had thrown at him. With a brown skinned hand still stretched out the child replied, "I heard you talking to your brother, you're not a nice and welcoming as you are trying to be.

The toddler stood up and brushed herself off, much to Mycroft's pleasure as that was a habit he displayed himself. "Pray tell child what is your name?" Mycroft asked, obviously intrigued by the lass.

"Athena Matthews, but the last name is subject to change. I am four years old and you are boring me at the moment," sighed the curly haired kid, her black pigtails moving as she stretched.

"May I ask why you have thrown a rather large book at my face? "The official asked wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

Athena's lips curled upward in a devious smirk, "I was hoping you'd get cross, maybe make a scene. That would have been splendid to watch."

"You interest me, come along now, I do not wish to spend another minute in this dreadful place." Mycroft got up walking towards the exit, Athena close behind. Sherlock looked up; he was getting tired of making deductions of the workers and children.

Seeing the child with Mycroft, Sherlock almost laughed. The two had the same demeanor, walking with an air of dignity and had the same emotionless face. Sherlock didn't doubt his brother's ability in picking a child that would be his copy.

"My people will come handle the legal matters that retain to adopting this child. Until then I will be taking her, good day." Mycroft concluded. The trio departed from the home without so much as allowing the staff to protest.