Sherlock
Author's Note:
Main Pairing: Mycroft Holmes/ Gregory Lestrade
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/ John Watson
Warning: I don't really know how this story will end -scratch that, I know exactly how, but it will imply some homosexual relation, so please, if you are not okay with that, don't read it.
The summer was ending. No more fun, no more pirates adventures, no more picnics shared with the whole family in the Holmes garden.
Mycroft was leaving to London.
Sherlock, who was a five-years old at that time, had a rough time to understand why his big brother wouldn't play with him anymore. Even in the early July, his brother started to withdrawn and became distant, bit by bit.
And in Mycroft's mind, that was surely one of the hardest thing he had never done. He blamed his parents to let him have to break the news to his baby brother. He didn't know how to do it properly and opted for the easiest way: not to say a thing at all. He reassured himself, thinking that putting some distance between him and his brother was the wisest thing he could do. Therefore, he would not be so heartbroken in September… Would he?
It never prevented Sherlock to poke his brother though.
"Mycroft, can you read me this book?"
"Mycroft, look at the drawing I made! It's a big organ in a box!"
"Mycroft, why do you no listen to me? I said I caught the neighbor's cat and I made him take a bath!"
"Mycroft, I have finished my experiment! It's all green AND it has exploded all over the kitchen!"
The former would only stay silent or hum in approval but focused on his search of a flat, while Sherlock began to feel rejected.
London was very expensive for a teenager, but he counted on the help of his family. After all, he was the first born, and he had been accepted in a very well-known university. That was fair. But he couldn't find himself searching for a flat as rich as the Holmes Manor. He couldn't get himself to think that he would be someone who only had to clap in his hand to have something. He deserved his place in the University but not a well-looking flat which he wouldn't pay the rent. His eyes went on a flat in Baker Street. After some calls, he got a rendezvous with the landlady some days after. He shut his laptop, and slank in his chair, relaxed.
That was before his dear brother came in his bedroom. Mycroft couldn't see him, as he stopped just behind his chair, and made no move to climb on it as usual.
The displays of affections asking by Sherlock the later days had been more and more eccentric. Clearly, he didn't buy the fact that his elder brother didn't like his experiments anymore. He searched a way to catch his attention, no matter what. Then, he gave up, and only went to him to ask him what he thought was the more logical question.
"Mycroft, why did you stop lovin' me?"
Mycroft's eyes went wide and frantic before he composed himself and turned to his little brother. He was at loss of words. That was the conversation he had tried to avoid since the moment he had received his letter which said that he was accepted in London. He kept saying to himself that he was just trying to find better words to explain. The truth was he didn't think of anything albeit his flat.
And right now all he could see was a little boy with a cat plush, eyes glistering with tears.
He picked him up and set him up in his lap. There was an awkward pause, while Sherlock fought very hard not to fell apart in front of his big brother, because he was a big boy now. Like him. That was his mum who told him that. When he had fallen of a tree two days ago and he had wanted to cry and run to his brother.
-'m a big boy.
-I know.
That's what all could Mycroft offered? STUPID, he thought. More awkward pause until…
-Wanna know a secret? Said the little boy in a very sad voice.
-I do.
-Last night, I couldn't sleep. I was going to the kitchen to grab a bit of milk and I heard Mummy talking to Daddy. She said that you have found a new home in London. They were delighted. I really thought that we can't change our family even if we try. Are you going to have new brothers? Like me? That's why you didn't want to play with me anymore, did you? It's because you already played pirates with someone else. That's fine. 'm a big boy. Pirate could be alone too. They don't need a team or anything. Just a parrot. Even if Skull *he pointed to his plush*, he's neither not very fun to play with nor a good parrot.
Mycroft had a hard time to process what was his brother was trying to say, because that didn't make really sense, but he couldn't let him think that. Then, it hit him like a truck. A vague of sadness washed him.
-Sherlock, I'm not going to change my family.
Hope danced in the eyes of the little boy.
-For real? So you stay here?
-I would like very much, Sherlock, but it's not possible.
Then, Sherlock just shut himself down. Voices came through Mycroft's mind, saying that he was a real monster as his brother began to stare at the wall blankly.
-Daddy says that too. When he doesn't want to deal with me. You're just like him. Sherlock said in a hollow voice.
There was no accusation, just a fact. And it hurt so much.
Just as Sherlock began to shift to get down of his brother's lap, Mycroft caught him by the arm and made him look in the eyes.
-Maybe I am. In so many ways, I look like Father. But I love you like I do, not like anyone else. You're my baby brother. I am not going to change my family, I only have a baby brother, haven't' I? He smiled sadly. I am going to miss you, you know? I am not going in London for fun Sherlock, I have to do my studies and then I could get a job, and buy you more set of experiments!
-That's not what I want, he cried, stop being like Father, you can't buy me!
And then, he ran off.
Mycroft sighed and rubbed his face. That went all wrong.
[To be Continued]
A/N: In the next chapter, Mycroft will go to London to visit 221B Baker Street, with Sherlock, which reluctantly went with him, with the hope that London coudn't please his brother.
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Reviews are welcome. I normally do not care about it but I want to know if I let it drop or if I continue.