Basically, I'm requesting a 'Mycroft abused/is abusing his little brother' but since imagining Mycroft as abusive bothers me (both for being OOC and because I like his character too much to turn it dark), I want there to be a different older brother of your own creation who is/was abusive towards little brother Sherlock.
Livejournal Prompt =D
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John Watson could immediately tell there were hard feelings between the youngest Holmes brother, and the eldest Holmes brother.
He sat with Mycroft in the Holmes manor that Mummy Holmes owned, and watched as Wilson and Sherlock argued with each other. He turned to look at Mycroft, and asked, 'Are they always like this?'
Mycroft raised an eyebrow, and John got the distinct feeling of Are You Stupid? Before Mycroft replied, 'Yes. Ever since they were young.'
John watched them critically, there was something wrong in the way they addressed each other. He took the advice he'd been given from Sherlock, Notice Everything! Use your eyes!
Sherlock cowered slightly, Wilson clenched his fist, and veins popped out in his neck. It hit his brain at the exact moment Sherlock turned to look at him, and he saw the slight fear in his eyes. Then before he even realised that he was doing it, he'd punched Wilson Holmes square in the jaw to drop him to the floor.
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'Why didn't you tell anybody?' Mycroft asked later, of his younger brother.
Sherlock shrugged, and looked out of the window.
'He was scared.' John said from the darkened doorway. 'Wilson is 10 years older than he is, and is fully capable of violence.'
Mycroft looked from John to Sherlock, and grabbed his arms, 'What else did he do to you?'
Sherlock pulled him into a hug, and buried his face into his shoulder.
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Arielle Holmes had loved her boys. All three of them had made her proud. Wilson had been sociable, and had charmed the neighbourhood. Sherlock was the complete opposite. He was like her, socially awkward, with such a clever and fast mind. Mycroft, her middle son, had been a mix of the other two brothers. He had been more sociable than Sherlock, but he was still awkward, and he had same mind as her and Sherlock. Her eldest son was more like his father.
Now, as she stood opposite her eldest, she didn't understand what had gone wrong in his mind, to justify what he had been doing to his youngest brother.
'Why did you do this Wilson?' she asked eventually. She had to know.
He laughed.
'Do what mother?' he asked.
'Why did you hurt Sherlock?' even though her emotions were fluctuating, her voice stayed calm.
'He deserved it.' Wilson stated.
'Why?' Arielle pressed.
'He rubbed it in that he was cleverer than I was!' Wilson yelled, 'That I was like Dad!'
'You hurt him... because you were jealous?' Arielle said numbly.
Wilson laughed, 'I suppose you could say that.'
Arielle swept out of the room.
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Arielle sat with Mycroft, in the living room.
Wilson was locked in the cellar, and John and Sherlock were talking elsewhere in the house.
She stared into the glass of whisky she had poured, and said out loud, 'How did none of us notice that this was happening under our noses?'
Mycroft shook his head. 'I don't know Mummy.'
'Now that we know.' She said, swallowing the last of the whisky, leaving a little in the bottom of the glass, 'We can fix it.'
They left the room, not noticing he crack that had appeared in the glass, not noticing the remnants of the whisky dripping out of the glass, not noticing that in the lighting, the whisky puddle looked like an expanding pool of blood.