A/N~ So super mega short chapter. But the knew one will be up soon and I owe you an explanation. I just moved computers and since I knew I was moving computers and I hated my old computer i decided to stop writing until I got a new one that wasn't basicity completely unresponsive all the time short chapter but I will write another very soon like I will start tomorrow on the plane I have to take because planes are boring.

Mrs. Holmes walked Artim- no, Sherlock, into a large house not fowl manor but it was big. It Reminded the boy she walked with (who just wasn't sure what to call himself at the moment) of the manor before his father did what he did. Homey warm and comfortable, In general it just seemed yellow to him.
"In here." Sherlock (He liked the name so that was what it would be that name simply wouldn't do anymore) went in to the room she gestured to.
"I'll be back in a moment." There was another boy in the room he was but not grotesquely so he wore a school uniform and was clearly quite a bit older than Sherlock.
"What's your name?" Sherlock asked at last.
"Mycroft." He looked at him questioningly
"Sherlock" He said finally. Mycroft chuckled dryly.
"Mummy certainly has a thing for odd names you were lucky." Sherlock was confused (Mycroft didn't seem that bad of a name to have after all) but there was quite obviously more going on here. Mrs. Holmes Came back and motioned for him to sit.
"Now Sherlock I'm sure you are confused and Mycroft surely didn't explain anything but before that I want to ask you, do you want a new life? A new home? A chance to start again? Forget clean slate I'm giving you a whole new slate. You can be whoever you want to be become anyone. Now I'm asking you. Do you want that?" He didn't hesitate not for a second it took no thought he understood what this women was and what she did he understood now. This made him see that this was a test to see is that he understood he looked down at his feet and that was the moment when Artemis Fowl, became Sherlock Holmes when he took his emotions and locked them in a secret corner of his brain in a lead lined box locked tight with a lock. Around this he would latter build a palace the great mind palace of Sherlock emotions box would remain forgotten in the corner collecting dust. Until the day a certain army doctor found them and pried them open to be used again. He did this all by saying to words to words that shaped him changed him and molded him into what he was when he was found by that doctor.
"Yes, mummy."

A/N~ so there may or may not be a time jump and if you are confused by Who "mummy" is then Review or PM but you can review even if you under stand
Thank yo to my wonderful beta ihategoodbyes for being you know wonderful