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As years passed by Sherlock grew into a stroppy, rebellious teenager; a troubled teen with extreme social issues - self proclaiming himself to be a Sociopath - and ice powers mixed with the current emo persona was a disaster in the making. The Doctors, Physicians, Sociologists everyone who attempted to get close to Sherlock was struck out with ice, snow and even blizzards if he felt it necessary.
In the fifteen-year-old's mind his transport was just a snowstorm scene, most days would be calm, dull, ever clouded weather over a cliché forest edged around an icy pond, his moods ciphered the weather:
Sadness - Snowing
Anger / Annoyance - Blizzards
Rare bonds of Happiness - Snowflakes of all shapes and sizes.
Disgust - Hail
While thinking - Empty calmness
Curiosity - Light swirls of snowy dust
It really did depend on how the boy felt and spent his day.
The only one who seemed to gain some words and sense from the teen was Big Brother Mycroft. Though Big Brother was away in University and busy with work Mycroft made it absolute to visit his brother once a week, every week until Sherlock was able to fit in with the world, some of the more precious items kept was the violin - played vigorously through all twenty-four hours, a magnifying glass and lock-pick kit and cases thrown away or cast aside. Mycroft realised Sherlock found them interesting from a young age and decided to hone that interest to see if it were to become useful, to a fresh-faced, young, handsome Officer Gregory Lestrade it proved much value and favours were made for future use.
Mycroft watched his little brother grow into the now Consulting Detective - the only one in the world because it's title was made up by Sherlock he was now free to live his own life at twenty-one. He was now sophisticated and well-dressed though his mannerisms weren't exactly existent, he was silent - a cold calculating man, only The Work was important now. He was still under surveillance 24/7 under Mycroft's careful eye. Using his 'trust' fund to purchase a flat in Baker Street after solving and helping execute a violent, murdering waste of a man the landlady Mrs Hudson was more than happy to accommodate Sherlock into her house.
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Adjusting to the outside world took longer than expected for the younger Holmes. Having spent nearly all his life in captivity being around people was revolting. Sherlock ignored the moronic goldfish around him, began his business as a Consultant Detective and even fully completed his Website Page; 'The Science Of Deduction'.
Sherlock was quietly proud of his genius however there were downsides, the isolation of the flat did make him feel miserable, he needed someone, he wasn't sure why, he just needed to have that tiny spark of warmth in his life. He protected others by wearing his beloved Belstaff and spotless leather gloves when he went out on cases even during a sun and heat of Summer.
DI Lestrade never questioned Sherlock's methods in solving cases and gaining results, Sherlock gained social skills and Greg, or whatever 'G' name was presented his way, gained an ally. One favour from Mycroft Holmes was to keep Sherlock occupied to keep him from hurting himself or those around him. There was also a mention of Class A drugs but Sherlock was adamant he was clean, though that didn't stop 'Drug Busts' every three months. Greg was repaying his debt to Mycroft.
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