From Aleine Skyfire - Fluffy childhood Christmas for either Holmes or Watson.
Brother
Tramping around in the snow after his 6 year old brother was most definitely not Mycroft Holmes's ideal way to spend a snowy afternoon.
"Sherlock," he grumbled, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them, "if you're not done in two minutes then I'm going to go inside and leave you here!" The little boy took no notice of his older brother's threat.
"Help me lift this snowball Mycroft!"
Mycroft sighed. Said snowball was already up to his waist - larger by far than Sherlock himself.
"It would make far more sense to put that one on the bottom Sherlock - I'll lift the other one on top for the body."
Sherlock pouted, clearly not thrilled with this idea. "Why can't I lift it?"
"Because you're too small and irritating," Mycroft muttered under hhis breath.
"Huh?"
Mycroft cleared his throat and said, loud enough this time for his little brother to hear, "Because you need to make the head."
"Ohh!" Sherlock's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Alright."
As Sherlock set about rolling a new, much smaller ball of snow Mycroft breathed a sigh of relief. As of yet his brother had not reached the conclusion that snowballs made extremely effective projectile weapons – and Mycroft was quite happy for it to remain that way!
A/N HI! So um, yes... I know this is a challenge I initiated this year, and that I'm a TERRIBLE person for not having written and posted responses to it until now. But um... well... I have a really good excuse for that... which is... um... HEY LOOK OVER THERE!
*Runs away*