!READ THIS NOTE ALL THE WAY THROUGH!

So, I know this was listed as complete, but I decided to make one more chapter. Because I needed to whump a bit.

He was a rubbish brother- This one is darker. The themes of this one can are an easy T. So please beware. I can't tell you much without giving away the story, but I will tell you that this is a big, dark departure from last chapter, and Mycroft is a bit mean. If you don't like characters getting tormented, do NOT read.

This isn't canon.

If you know what to look for, there's a huge SPOILER alert here.


Sherlock knocked on Mycroft's door. The thirteen year old had locked himself in his room for several days. Sherlock knew it was his fault.

"Mycroft? Please come out," Sherlock pleaded. He slowly turned the knob and walked in. Mycroft was hunched over his desk.

"Get out William. You aren't welcome here."

The five year old walked up to the desk and plopped down against it.

Mycroft looked down with a snarl on his face. "Did you not hear me, child? You are NOT welcome."

Sherlock's eyes began to get moist. "I know it's hard, My, but we can still be friends, can't we?"

Mycroft's attention shifted back to the desk.

"Don't you remember all the things we did together? When we used to go hunting for rabbits and frogs and things. You sang me lullabys." Sherlock paused as he stood up. "Did that mean nothing, brother mine?"

Mycroft looked down to the surface of the desk. His gaze traveled to Sherlock.

"Please, brother. Come back to us."

Mycroft got out of his chair and walked to the door, closing it.

"My, please. You don't have to walk this path alone."

Mycroft walked slowly towards Sherlock. It reminded the little boy of the way a lion stalked its prey. He slowly backed away.

"Where are you going, brother mine?" Mycroft's mouth parted into a maniac grin. His eyes blazed with an evil fire that Sherlock had never seen and never wanted to see again.

Sherlock bumped into the wall and began to panic. Mycroft continued to walk towards him. "Don't you want to play?" The older boy reached out and pinned his brother to the wall.

"Stop, My. You're scaring me. Please don't." Sherlock began to cry.

"You DESERVE to be scared!" Mycroft roared at Sherlock with a furious rage. Sherlock looked away. "He was just LITTLE and you KILLED HIM!" Mycroft pushed Sherlock roughly into the wall.

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to- Sherrinford was my friend too! Please stop, My." Sherlock whimpered. "You're hurting me."

"You deserve to be hurt! You deserve to die! Just like Sherrinford did! You want to help me deal with this? Rot forever in the deepest pit, brother mine." Mycroft released Sherlock and walked back to his desk. Sherlock sank to the floor.

Mycroft slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the wall. "Be gone with you, child. You are no longer my brother."

Sherlock quickly ran out of the room and out of the house.

Violet wondered what had happened when Sherlock ran past her by the flower beds.

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MISSING BOY FOUND

Four days after the missing persons report was filed by Mr. And Mrs. Holmes, William Sherlock Scott Holmes was found by the police barely alive in a ditch almost twenty miles into the fields from the Holmes residence. The child was hypothermic when he was found on a cold and foggy autumn night. The paramedics resuscitated him twice on the ambulance to the hospital and he remained in unstable condition for thirty eight hours.

He since recovered, and has been able to return home, but an slight ear infection has somewhat inhibited his left ear's hearing thus far.

What happens now to Mycroft Holmes: said agitator for the boy's disappearance- pg. A12


Kind of a strange little thing that I wrote up for almost no reason at all on the spur of the moment. It's a pretty terrible piece for, in my opinion, fairly obvious reasons. But I needed to write something to get myself out of Writer's Block.

I am working on another big oneshot project. It will be a sily bit of humor. (Thank heavens!) It will be out on July... 19th, I think?

Anyways-

What did you think?

Review? Maybe?

Please excuse grammatical errors.

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