One of my first fanfictions try not to hurt me.
Sherlock-9
John-9
Mycroft-16
"Freak." The latest new kid at Sherlock's middle school mumbled as he took his tray to sit at the next table. Sherlock watched as he walked away to sit next to Anderson who looked over at Sherlock and then announce loudly.
"I told you he was a freak." Sherlock looked down at the tray in front of him before pushing it away, his appetite was gone. It's not like he had done anything wrong. His parent's divorce had been written all over the boy was it his fault he'd observed it easily? Sure he didn't have to point out his mother's cheating but it slipped off of his tongue before he could catch himself.
Sherlock sat at his table alone, like every day, listening to the tick of the clock behind him unconsciously drumming his fingers to it.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
Sherlock turned to stare at it. The second hand slowly turning inch by inch. He hated clocks. If he could create a world it would be one without time. He'd never have to count the minutes in his head that he was alone, all of time and space would merge into one long second. He'd gotten into the habit of counting every single tick. He'd counted twenty five now that mean there was another twenty to go. He grimaced at the thought he pretending to not notice the looks everyone was giving him. Couldn't he visit his mind palace in peace?! They always stared at him like he was an alien, maybe to them he was. The thought felt indifferent to him. He was used to the stares.
A familiar object came into view out of the corner of his eye. He looked over. Mycroft's umbrella. Mycroft chuckled as his friends continued talking.
"Mycroft?" He barely heard his name above his friend's voices. The pull of his sweater vest and he turned to his younger brother. His friends chuckled as he waved them away and looked down at his shorter brother leaning on his signature umbrella.
"Yes Brother?" Sherlock looked around the lunchroom before turning back to Mycroft who waited patiently as his brother looked up at him again.
"Am I a freak?" Mycroft made a face at the question. Of course Sherlock was…different. But then again, He was a Holmes. Difference came with the name. But a freak? He certainly didn't think so.
"No my dear brother, what would make you think such a thing?" Sherlock looked over at the table of other students.
"I- It's nothing. I just wanted to know if you thought I was." Sherlock tried a smile "Thank you Mycroft." Mycroft nodded patting the top of his brother's head. "Oh course, Sherlock." The bell rang then and Mycroft looked over to the door. "You'll be late if you don't leave soon." Sherlock nodded and turned to the door before scuffling out as alone as he'd been when he arrived.
This is just the prologue of the story. But, i think i did a good job. Made Mycroft a little OOC but i like him as the supportive older brother better. I'd love a review but please try to be nice.
