Mycroft Holmes often took his younger brother to the park when thier Mother was busy, he was always so active, he couldn't sit still for long and he was always bored so they went a lot. Sherlock always insisted on bringing his pirate hat and sword much to Mycroft's dismay as he dueled strangers in the park.
'But I'm a pirate Mycroft! It's what we do!' Sherlock protested. 'And they, Sherlock, are unarmed civilians!' Mycroft corrected his little brother who pouted grumpily at this statement. Looking around Sherlock observed the people around him.
'He's not unarmed, the bulge in his right hand pocket is a swiss army knife.' He said smugly pointing at a boy his age and before Mycroft had a chance to stop him he had run off to challenge him. Sherlock, Mycroft reflected was unusually athletic and was often uninterested in other children claiming they too were boring. Happiest with a sword in his hand and his pirate hat jammed on his thick black curls he wanted nothing more than to be a pirate. Mycroft on the other hand was not as athletic as Sherlock could only shout warning to the unsuspecting child. The child turned around, puzzled tugging nervously at the sleeves of his patterned jumper his blond hair shining in the winter sunlight.
'Enguard!' Sherlock shouted pointing his plastic right at his chest. Noticing the bewildered but impressed look on his face he lowered his blade which made the stranger smile. 'Sherlock Holmes.' he introduced himself confidently.
'John, John Watson.' the boy smiled. 'I like your hat.' Mycroft by now had caught up and with a panic in his voice, dreading the worst, he shouted.
'Sherlock, leave him alone. Are you okay?' he asked.
'Yeah.' John said slightly nervously.
'He likes my hat.' Sherlock said proudly. Mycroft looked surprised.
'What?'
'He likes my hat.' he repeated smiling. Mycroft smiled too, usually Sherlock had scared them off by now. 'John this is my brother Mycroft.' he said almost dismissively. Mycroft took the hint.
'Okay I'll be over there, mother wants us back for dinner.' Mycroft said. 'and Sherlock,' he added sternly but quietly so that John couldn't overhear him. 'No experiments.' Sherlock sighed and nodded reluctantly though Mycroft wasn't entirely certain he knew it was the best he would get from him so he turned reluctantly to sit of the nearest bench.
'I'm going to be a pirate.' Sherlock told him.
'Fantastic.' John exclaimed. Sherlock looked into John's ice blue eyes questioningly. 'Sorry... It's just...' John stammered.
'No it's okay.' He smiled. 'Normally people run away.'
He thought for a while before concluding he could trust John. 'Come with me.'
'But I've only just met you.' John said looking around at the park which revealed to Sherlock his shy caution. 'I mean I barely know you.' Sherlock sighed again.
'I know you that you're new in town. You're here with your younger sister and your mother. Your mother is with her not you because she is more protective of her, perhaps because she is younger or perhaps she knows you can take care of yourself hence the knife in your pocket. Given your age it's not likely to be yours more likely it's your fathers then but if it was your fathers he would have it so that suggests he is abroad with the military and he won't be back for a while. Also you have a dog probably a Labrador' he concluded. 'So are you coming?' John stood speechless just staring at Sherlock.
'But... but what, how...?' John stammered back into life.
'Obvious really.' he shrugged. 'So?' he asked for the third time.
John nodded still in shock and Sherlock grinned and waited until Mycroft was distracted. The moment he turned his head Sherlock ran and John followed out of the park and straight into the nearby forest.
