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Chapter One:
Birth of a Legend
Mycroft Holmes at seven years old, was rather put out at the moment, as he stared down at the tiled floor of the French Hospital. His father and mother, country squires by trade who owned a large portion of land in Europe, had finally done the most ridiculous thing they could ever possibly do in his eyes and that is, have another baby.
Surely, he himself is good enough? He groused in his own mind, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest.
His father who sat beside him on these god-awful chairs, glanced in the direction of his son before looking back down the hall in the direction his mother had been taken. The man was obviously nervous, but Mycroft cared little at the moment, his entire being content on focusing on the rashness of it all.
The sudden appearance of a smiling nurse had his father suddenly jumping to his feet.
"Is she… are they… did it…"
"Calm yourself, Mr. Holmes," the nurse grinned, "your wife is fine and so is your daughter."
"Daughter…" his father whispered, but Mycroft did not hear him, his own mind suddenly freezing mid thought. A girl… a sister…
"Come, you may see them."
His father began walking with the nurse before stopping and turning back to his son.
"Come along Myc…" he said, though it was obvious his mind was elsewhere as he didn't notice his son already by his side, a deep frown on the small, young face.
"A girl will ruin everything," he muttered, unheard by his father.
He determined there and then he would never allow his new sister to interfere in his plans. She was a bother and he would treat her as such.
As the two entered the spacious hospital room, his mother looked up from her bed, a small pink bundle in her arms. She smiled at the sight of her husband and son, pecking her love on the lips before turning to the little boy.
"Mycroft, I want you to meet your sister… Willow Sherlock Sara Holmes."
Mycroft froze at the face of the child suddenly being thrust before him. It was small, red, and quite ugly in his own opinion. His lip curled up and he was ready to tell his mother such things, before he found himself being sat down on a chair nearby and the child placed on his lap.
Mycroft didn't dare move as he stared down at the being upon his figure. His arms were raised, as though in surrender, as he sat there, unsure of what to do or say. His parents chuckled, but he heard none of it as he continued staring at the baby.
Suddenly, it moved!
He had grabbed the wiggling little bundle before he knew what he was doing and held her to him, afraid she would roll off his legs. As soon as he had, he froze again, stunned at his own actions. Since when did he care if she might fall and get hurt? She was… is… an annoyance, right? Right!
The baby cooed suddenly and her eyes opened. Mycroft was taken by the brilliance of those eyes, so blue… so captivating. Her eyes clumsily spun for a moment before they seemed to lock on his own and he couldn't help but feel there was a certain aspect of beauty in this disagreeable little form.
A sister… he thought to himself again, before a small smiled slipped across his lips, unhindered. "Willow Sherlock Sara Holmes," he repeated, "How… extraordinary."
"I think that means she is a keeper, darling," his mother commented to her husband.
The man laughed. Mycroft frowned, staring at them, but the sudden movement in his arms snapped his focus back to his sister.
"She is very small…" he stated, pointing out the obvious. He frowned upon realizing he had done so, yet he couldn't seem to think clearly.
"She is very small," his father agreed as the man knelt by his side and gently caressed the child's head, "She is also very weak. Until she becomes stronger, she will need constant protection."
"I will protect her!" Mycroft suddenly said, surprising himself in the process and yet… he felt the truth in those words. "I will always protect her."
His parents smiled.
"We believe you, son."