Title: Sherlock and His Toys
Characters: Mycroft & John
Pairing: Possible Sherlock/John (if you want)
Word Count: 221
Rating: G
Warnings: Descriptions of stuffed animal abuse
Spoilers: None
Summary: Mycroft warns John
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Mycroft gazed at John superciliously. Did Mycroft have another way of looking or was it just a product of his eyebrows like how terriers always look angry because of the way their brows and beards are cut.
"John…"
Sometimes John didn't like the way the Holmes brothers said his name; they said it too much as if they found it strange and needed to linger over it, which was rich coming from two men named Mycroft and Sherlock for heaven's sake.
"Yes."
"Did you know that Sherlock had a teddy bear when he was small?"
"No, strangely that's never come up in our conversations."
"Hmm, no I imagine it wouldn't. At any rate, he had a teddy bear.
"Its name was John."
"Really?" Somehow John didn't like the direction that this conversation was taking. "Strange coincidence, that."
"Indeed. Its name was John and it was cream coloured. He carried it everywhere, dragging it behind him by an ear, or a leg. Letting it bump over the ground, getting it dirty." Mycroft wrinkled his nose, as if such behavior was decadent and perverse and not normal for a small child.
"Do you know what happened to that bear, John?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"It fell apart, fur gone, button-eye dangling. Sherlock quite literally loved it to bits."