Normal in the outside
Do you really want to know what is inside?
I feel the weight of your stare but you do not see what is there
All you know is what you see but you do not know what is inside of me (Hypnogaja)
The piano was being stubborn, with a sigh, he got up and look out of the window. Mother had not come down from her room after the visit from the Doctor; they were hiding stuff from them, mostly him, since Sherlock seem so oblivious when most needed. The Doctor that had seen Sherlock last week had giving them an unacceptable diagnose according to Mommy, so she made an appointment with another, putting father disapproval aside. Earlier that day, the boys had waited outside the doctor's office while their parents talked in private, having nothing to do Mycroft took out his notebook and started homework.
"I am bored." -Moaned Sherlock.
"Well I am busy." - Sherlock gave a heavy sigh –"Find something to occupy yourself with." –Few minutes of silence. Another heavy sigh; followed by the tamping of Sherlock's shoes against each other. - "If you don't quit that, they really gonna think you are crazy and keep you here for good… Which now that I think about it would be good for my studies." –Sherlock gave him the "you would not dare look."
"But I bored!" -He replied with a huff crossing his arms.-"Do anything about it."
"Something." - Sherlock turn to look at him puzzled, while Mycroft started to look for something on his bag, taking out one of the heaviest books that turned out to be a dictionary, he shoved it on to Sherlock's lap.-""Do something about it." Since it is obvious you don't know how to speak properly yet, you have lost the right to talk to me, until you finish that book or I say otherwise."
Father had given Mycroft a quizzical look about the book, but followed with a pat on his head. The ride home had been at least peaceful; Sherlock had his head buried on the book, while Mycroft's only though was why he had not though about this earlier
Once home, mother had taken refuge on her room claiming being car sick and needed to rest, father was on the kitchen fixing dinner. Gratefully, Sherlock was nowhere to be seen. Asperger's syndrome according to the first doctor; only to be reaffirmed by the second. Mycroft had known all along, there was something with Sherlock but that did not mean it was something wrong, father came out of the kitchen to announce dinner would be ready in five, and to tell mother and Sherlock.
"She is sleeping." Announced Sherlock just when he was about to knock his mother's door. He had long ago managed to keep up with the way that Mycroft talked with his eyebrows. –"I just checked."
"You should wash up, dinner is almost ready." –He turned to leave only to notice Sherlock nodding, for once not fighting, which was odd. –"Something you want to say."
"I finished the book." –Admitted Sherlock in a rather coy way, only to be rewarded with a doubtful look by Mycroft. –"I did! You can test me if you want."
"Fine, we would do it after dinner."
… …
Mycroft stood outside the school doors waiting for Sherlock, his eyes scanning softly the grounds while parents and kids made their way home, with a huff of impatience he checked his watch for the second time, Sherlock was almost never late, unless… With another sigh, he made his way inside. He found Sherlock sitting across another kid outside the office door. His teacher was coming out and stops at the sight of Mycroft. By the state of Sherlock's clothes and face, he knew his parent would be arriving soon; he sat next to his brother giving him a disapproval look.
The parents of the other kid came followed by the Holmes, a small discussion could be heard inside until the other kid's parents stormed out. The discussion grew quieter, marked by the higher tones of mother.
"It was not my fault." – Sherlock stated while looking across the room.
"Then whose fault was it? He is older than you and according to him you provoke him."
"I was passing by carrying my food and he made me trip. So, I only let him know since it was his fault he should at least pay for my food." –Sherlock looked at the floor. –"To this he stated I should eat it from the floor so it would not go to waste, because that is how freaks eat all the time. So I hit him."
Mycroft let out a sigh; he did not know he was holding, he knew the scene very good, but now that his brother was involved it was a very different feeling. Slowly he patted Sherlock head in soft way.
"Next time something like that happens, you do not get yourself in trouble. You wait for me, understood."
"I do not need you to fight my battles!" –Sherlock exclaimed all the sudden get away of Mycroft's touch. –"I can do it on my own."
Mycroft was about to reply when his parents came out, Sherlock will only be attending school for the next week, after that mother will be in charge of his studies, until he was old enough attend Mycroft's. The Ride home was tense; Sherlock was grounded.
Author's Note: Unbeta, sorry for the mistakes