Forever young in heart and mind

First Fan-Fiction that I have decided to upload. Should i finish is?

'Stop Daddy, please you're hurting him.' Mycroft Let out a scream at his father. He ran over a tried to grab a crying Sherlock from his father's arms. This only ever happened when mother was out shopping. Never when she was at home

Mycroft Lay by Sherlock's hospital bed. He was staring at the pale white skin of his younger brother of several years and thought back to all those times he let his brother take the blame and then felt bad for even letting it even happen in the first place. The first time Sherlock was only 4. All that had happened was Sherlock Mummy's purse was missing. No one had taken it. Mr Holmes instantly blamed Sherlock he was an easy target.

'He Deserves it rotten little boy, stealing your mother's purse' Mr Holmes screamed. as Mycroft carried a four-year old Sherlock away in his arms. Wailing. Mycroft didn't blame him for wailing it was hardly a way an innocent 4 year old boy should be treated.

'Tell your mother he fell down the stairs and cut and bruised himself. Think of an excuse.

Mycroft told their mummy whatever there daddy told them to.

'Mummy, Sherlock feel down the stairs and scratched himself on the banister we do not know how? But he is also bruised and batter up. We were playing IT, sorry' Mycroft said still crying from the earlier.

Sherlock's body was sweating and Mycroft didn't know what to do. This time Mycroft had no idea what to do. He couldn't try and save Sherlock himself. It wasn't like the times when they were younger. When Mycroft would come and save Sherlock form their Alcoholic Father and when he would tell Sherlock stories in the worse of times. Such as when their parents would argue and when it was thundering.

A still four year old Sherlock lay on the bed of his older brother. Mycroft was telling Sherlock stories. There was crashing a banging going on downstairs'

'Mummy and Daddy are arguing again, aren't they Mycroft'

'Sherlock, don't worry, do you want to hear another story? How about the detective and the Dragon'

'Let me guess the ending? The dragon dies? Can you tell me one about two brothers and a dragon they had to defeat'

'Always a clever one he was' Mycroft let out a little giggle. Remembering how funny and clever Sherlock was a child. Sherlock's eye opened slightly. Two days after falling of the first floor of an apartment block! Always getting him-self in to trouble even knower days. Mycroft stood up in the chair he had been glued to (metaphorically) the past two days. He was used to being here, he always was by Sherlock's side.