Hi guys! How is everyone on this fine bank holiday weekend? Good.

Now this chapter is wayyyyyy more exciting than the last one (the last chapter was more of a filler chapter). In this chapter I try to be really mysterious but I don't think it has worked very well. Maybe it did? I'm not really sure. I know that I am only 3 chapters into the story but I really needed to write this in this specific point in the story because I needed everything to work out with their ages and this was the only way to make that happen.

We finally meet Sherlock's parents in this chapter (Arabella Viviane Lucinda and Percival Sebastian Theodore Homes). They aren't going to be the normal loving parents that are shown on the BBC's version of Sherlock because I think that something happened to make Sherlock the way that he is.

I also wanted to say thank you for the review from BelieverofManyThings and that I am happy that you enjoyed it. I didn't think that it was a good chapter but I suppose I know that in later chapters/ this chapter the storyline will be much more exciting.

I don't know how long this story will be. I am hoping that I will be able to continue it for a long time so that it is over 20 chapters because I have so many new ideas about what I want to happen in this story but at the moment I really don't know where this story is specifically going.

But the bloody chapters in this story just keep getting longer and longer!

Chapter 3: Shouting at Holmes Manor

Location: Holmes manor

Date: 01/02/10

Rating: T (for homophobic language, swearing and violence)

Sherlock's age: 11

Mycroft's age: 16

Today was one of the unusually loud days at the Holmes estate. Usually it was very quiet with the exception of a few shouts from Mycroft when he spotted the mess that Sherlock had made conducting one of his experiments, but for once Mr. and Mrs. Holmes were not at work and instead were remaining at home because later, Sherlock had an important violin recital that he had been working towards all year. It was so important that most of the extended family, as well as immediate family, was coming and staying for few days at the estate to watch the young genius at work. They were even going to go out and have a family meal together at a world famous restaurant in central London.

Due to everyone's busy lifestyles, this had not previously been possible until today where they had all managed to escape from work for a whole day just to have some family time and celebrate, so they were therefore all very excited.

At 3 o' clock in the morning Sherlock started the loud day by playing his violin in his room but later moving his playing to different rooms all over the house, in an attempt to calm his over active mind. However his playing stopped after Mycroft got out of bed and stole Sherlock's violin from him, running back to his room and locking his door behind him so that he could get some sleep as he had a very important date the next day. Mycroft was really looking forward to his date and really wanted to impress instead of being too tired to have a decent conversation.

However the mansion was not quite for long. At 6 o clock the guests started to arrive. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents and other family members (mostly from Arabella Holmes' side of the family) started to arrive with numerous cases and presents for the Holmes brothers. Finally, once everyone had arrived, Mycroft went downstairs after having a shower whilst Sherlock began to get into the shower.

"Mycroft, it's so nice to see you! My, you have grown" Aunt Louisa exclaimed coming up to Mycroft and pulling him into a tight hug.

"You too Aunty. Yes I know. Its what teenagers do you see." Mycroft cunningly said hoping that this physical contact that he hated so much would stop.

"Mycroft! Stop being so rude. You don't see your aunty often so you should greet her with respect when you do get the chance to see her.'" Arabella Sherlock and Mycroft's mother said, trying to get her eldest son to treat her sister with respect because if he didn't treat her with respect then he had no chance trying to get Sherlock to do the same thing. She glared at him, giving him the 'don't be a cheeky so and so or you will be going nowhere today' look, "Now tell Aunty about your girlfriend, Lucy."

"Ok mother. Yes she's… nice… I suppose. Her parents are both surgeons and she wants to do something in the medical profession. She's quite clever. She does well in all her tests so we have quite a lot to talk about. Were actually going out today because it's our 6 month anniversary so I am taking her to a nice restaurant for lunch and then we are going to go for a walk in the park." Mycroft lied effortlessly. Not many people at school would talk to him, let alone go on a date with him.

"OWWWW. That's lovely dear! Your all loved up! But…. Doesn't that mean your going to miss your brothers recital?" Aunty Louisa said.

"Yes unfortunately I will but I will be back in time for dinner. And if Sherlock plays as good as he did at 4 o'clock this morning, then he will be more than ok. Plus I don't really think that he needs me there, he is a big boy now. He doesn't let me help him with his homework anymore so he should be perfectly fine at this recital." Mycroft said smirking again. He was not going to let one of his bossy, irritating aunts guilt trip him into missing his date and going to his brothers recital again where he will hear Sherlock play the same pieces that he has heard him play every day for just under a year. He had heard them so many times that he could infact pick up the violin and play them without even looking at the sheet music.

When Sherlock came down the stairs, all the attention turned to him, making him feel very self-conscious but his entrance helped Mycroft escape from the mansion.

After what seemed like hours of relatives coming up to him and making the 'ow your so cute and because of that, I am allowed to hug and kiss you as much as I like' routine, it was finally time to go. Sherlock quickly legged it upstairs to check that he had all his violin essentials and made a necessary loo break before heading straight of the open door and into his mother's Porsche.

Without warning, Sherlock heard his name being shouted from quite a distance away from where he was standing. He turned around, looking to see if he was able to spot the caller and Molly Hooper came into his view.

She was running down the country lane that joined their house to the local village. She was wearing a knee length black and white spotted dress with a matching flower in her long, flowing hair.

"Sherlock… Sherlock" she panted more and more the closer she reached to his house.

"I thought I missed you…. I set my alarm. Really early… so that I could spend as much time… as I wanted… getting dressed but-I-over-slept. When my parents woke me… I only had 15 mins to get dressed and… and get here." She leaned over, placing her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. "I really wanted to be here. So I ran all the way. I wouldn't miss you playing for the world."

"uhm… uhmm I don't know what to say… people my age… don't usually want to watch me play. Most people aren't interested in classical music as much as I am but… but you seriously want to watch me play?" Sherlock stuttered, for the first time in his life. He really didn't know how to act to what Molly had just said. Through all of his school life, Sherlock had been the outsider, the one left out when everyone had to get into partners. However since Molly had come into his life he no longer felt alone in social situations. He could easily socialize as long as she was there right by his side to speak when he felt too overwhelmed to continue with a conversation and she was happy with this unspoken arrangement. He had even managed to make friends, most of them were from the day at Hyde park but he had also managed to get to know a few of Molly's new mates from St. Edward's. He knew that he would always prefer his own company, much like his brother did, however he was started to like the idea of having friends. But this was not a situation that Sherlock liked. This was way out of his comfort zone. She was getting close to him. Closer than he liked.

"Well I'm not most people am I" Molly replied without a second thought. She knew that Sherlock was socially awkward so she ignored the fact that Sherlock was blushing and quickly got into his mother's car.

In Molly's opinion, Sherlock's playing at the concert was breathtaking. Not only because he played both of his pieces perfectly, but he also looked very handsome in his black suit and bow tie.

When he finished his performance and returned to his seat in the audience, Molly planted a big kiss on his cheek as her way of saying well done! All of his relatives started chatting about young love and how adorable they were. Sherlock was utterly embarrassed, resorting to putting his face in his hands to hide his blushing. He just wanted the day to go perfectly and that involved not upsetting Moly so he tried to keep his mouth shut.

Meanwhile Mycroft was enjoying his peaceful day out without having to worry about Sherlock being home alone. He met his date at exactly 9 o' clock at the fountain in the village and sharing a brief kiss before making their way towards the cinema. This was one of Mycroft's favorite places to hang out with his dates because it meant that it was dark and there could therefore, be no eyes watching his every move. It was one of the bad things about being a politician's son and he absolutely hated it. Why should he be storked around by busy bodies with flashing cameras just because his father ran the government? What he did was not of their business.

Even though Mycroft did not like physical contact, he had been going out with his date for rather a long time and he had therefore began to trust the person who liked to run their tongue along Mycroft's lower lip in a very seductive way before Mycroft let it enter his mouth. He had learnt over the past few months that he did not like someone to simply stick their tongue down his throat and repeated lick his tonsils before he had to come up for air so had asked politely if it was possible that he was not suffocated by a tongue, however sexy it was.

After they watched the film (Divergent) that he did not particularly want to watch had finished, he grabbed his dates hand and dragged them out of the screening area, coming out with a few more love bites than he had when going in to watch the film.

As he waited for their drinks in the local Starbucks, Mycroft quickly checked his phone to see if his parents had managed to remember him even if it was 'Sherlock's special day'. 1 new message appeared on his old iPhone 4 and he opened the messages while taking his drink from the waitress. "Just got out of the concert. Sherlock was amazing. You should have been here to see him play! Traffic is terrible. Will be home in an hour and a half approx. mummy xxx"

"Where do u want to go now?" His date asking him while slyly grabbing Mycroft's hand under the table, "we could go back to mine but we have never been to your place... It would be lovely to see your place, My?"

"And what do you suggest we do while we are at my place? Its not exactly 'fun central at my house. You will get utterly bored in minutes at my house, I know what your like and I don't want to listen to you complaining for an hour because your bored out of your little mind."

"Your so nice Mycroft. You really know how to treat me don't you? You know what we could do… well you now what I want to do…. As long as… no ones at your place." Mycroft shuddered. He had been trying to avoid this for weeks but there was no way he could lie his way out of this one. Maybe if he tried it, he might find that he actually enjoys it. "I have all the necessary equipment on me, if you're worried about that." Mycroft felt a small package being placed into his hand and he slowly wrapped his fingers around it. This was the furthest he had ever gone with someone (and there had been plenty of 'someone's' in his life over the past 2 years) but even if he completely trusted his date, he wasn't sure if he was going to as good as his partner and he did not want to embarrass himself. He had to decide now what he wanted to do.

"My place it is then" Mycroft replied, feeling a nervous tingle work its way down his spine, causing his to shiver ever so slightly.

When the musicians had finally finished playing, there was a giant applause and all the musicians were called up to the stage to receive their certificate. Then there was a final round of applause before everyone started to exit the auditorium.

Luckily once they got out of the car park, traffic was very good and they estimated that they would be home in an hour possibly even 45 minutes instead of the 1 and half/ two hour long journey they had anticipated. At least Sherlock could watch a film in that time without getting bored...

When all 5 cars carrying the Holmes family in arrived back at the estate, all members of the family could hear loud music being played from inside the main building of the estate. Mrs. Holmes quickly got out of the car once it stopped and headed into the house. Mr. Holmes followed, leaving the car unlocked for Sherlock and Molly to get out.

As Molly and Sherlock reached the front door the music stopped. All was silent for a few seconds but then the shouting happened. Sherlock was terrified. His parents sometimes argued but this time they were properly shouting with venom in their voices.

"You little bastard get out of my house before I call the police."

"You little shit. Do you know who we are? My son will never be seeing you again. Ever. He's not... not... Like you." Percival spat out.

And silence descended among the house as their unwanted guest departed.

"You ever come on my fucking property again and you will be dead, you fucking arsehole!" Percival shouted as he followed the boy out of the house.

Sherlock had never heard so many swearwords come out of father's mouth before and was utterly shocked! What on earth had just happened and who the hell was this stranger. Was he a burglar or something? But the Holmes estate was considered to be very safe because of Percival's high position in government and there was therefore a burglar alarm in every room that went straight to the police if it was set off.

Sherlock and Molly moved into the house some more as everyone started to move from the hallway and into the living room to see what all the shouting was about. Sherlock pushed his way through the crowd. He had a right to know what was going on. He did live in the house after all.

Both Sherlock and Molly managed to catch a glimpse of the scene in the living room while they were pushing through. Mycroft was standing in the middle room pulling up his trousers and his chest was exposed to all the family. His hair was very scruffy and all over the place and he had funny little marks all over his neck and chest. Sherlock wasn't sure what they were specifically but he had seen them on Mycroft's neck before.

When they reached the front of the crowd the shouting started again.

"What the fuck were you doing Mycroft!" His father shouted, waving his arms towards the sofa that Mycroft had previously been sitting/lying on.

"You know what you saw father. Your intelligent enough to join up the dots." Mycroft hissed, looking at the floor trying to find his t-shirt among the furniture.

"Mycroft. Don't be cheeky! You are in no position take that tone with me young man. Of course I know what I saw, I think everyone knows what they saw. But... I want to give you the chance to explain yourself."

"If I was his father, he wouldn't even get a chance to explain himself. He would get smacked right around the face until he understood what he had done wrong. He needs to understand that that kind of behavior is not right, not natural." His grandfather spat out, not leaving out any of his feelings.

"Yeah well you're not my father are you."? Mycroft shouted, still wearing only his trousers, " and father, Jim and I are together. We have been dating for a few months now. And you just walked in on us making out. If you had come back in fifteen to twenty minutes then you would have walked into a worst situation than this so you should be grateful that the traffic was so good because if you have walked in on that moment, you would have been even more disappointed in me than you are already. Although that is debatable because you seem to be absolutely fuming at the moment."

And that's when Lucius Holmes lost his temper with his eldest son and did something that he had not done in years. He pulled his hand back and punched him right in the nose. Everyone just stood rigid and watched as Percival lost control of his anger and hit his son. Mycroft tried to defend himself by moving his hands to cover his face but he was too late.

"Everyone stop. Please. Pleaseeeee." Sherlock screeched, begging for all the violence to stop. He didn't want his brother to get hurt. He hasn't done anything wrong. He didn't understand what all the fuss was about. He was just dating a boy. He was just gay. Of course he knew that some people thought it was wrong to be gay but there was loads of people at his school who were gay. Even one of Mycroft's friends at school was openly gay and his parents didn't seem to mind when he came round. So why was it such a big problem that Mycroft likes guys?

Everyone went silent. They just stared at Sherlock wishing that he had never witnessed that.

"Sherlock why don't you go round Molly's house? I'm sure her parents won't mind...considering the circumstances." Sherlock's mother said walking up to him and grabbing hold of his hand. She kissed his head and smiled at him sympathetically.

"I don't want to go. I can't leave Mycroft here!" Sherlock admitted, looking at his brother, pleading with him to come with him.

"Sherlock I can handle myself. I will be fine. Just go." Mycroft said sternly trying to pick himself up from the floor spitting blood onto the carpet.

"But you can't stay here, My..."

"I can stay round a friends or a hotel if everything doesn't calm down... Just go to Molly's. You don't need to hear all of this. You are far to young."

"I am not too young. I know everything I need to know about life to understand that this is wrong. Father should not be punishing you just because you are gay and he defiantly shouldn't hit you because of that. " Sherlock argued moving closer to his older brother.

"Sin, you do not understand this fully. Its not right to feel things for someone of the same sex in a…. romantic way. Humans are meant to get together with the opposite gender and breed, to create the future generations not have same sex relationships that do nothing for the future population. Now just go to molly's with your mother before I do something that will shut you up." Percival insisted staring at Sherlock intensely.

"Ok". Sherlock muttered hanging his head so that he could no longer look at his father's face. Sherlock's mother led them out of the house and towards Molly's house. She kept muttering that things would be ok and that it was just a bit of a shock that's why they were shouting and arguing.

Baron and Baroness Hooper said that it would be their pleasure to have Sherlock stay the night and they started to get him settled into Molly's room putting a blow up mattress and sleeping bag on the floor next to Molly's bed.

They got ready for bed as soon as they had their dinner, not mentioning what had happened back at the house. Sherlock however, could not get to sleep. He kept replaying the fight in his mind and he realized that he should have stepped in to stop his father from hitting Mycroft. In the end Sherlock just sent Mycroft a text to make sure he was ok because he knew that he it was too late to do anything to make a difference.

Myc, hope your ok. I know we never really get along but I want to make sure you are ok. Where are you staying? I could easily smuggle you into Molly's room and you can sleep with me on the blow up mattress. Please reply ASAP. SH xx

But by the time Mycroft replied Sherlock was fast asleep, too exhausted from the dramatic day to keep his eyes open any longer.

When Sherlock woke he felt better... Until he realized what had happened yesterday. He went downstairs to find Baroness Hooper making breakfast while Molly sat on a bar stall licking out a bowl covered in chocolate. This was not a scene that he was used to in his own house. His parents were rarely around to make their own breakfast let alone make breakfast for the whole family.

"Dearie, some over here. You can help Greg pick strawberries when he decides to wake up. Then we can all have breakfast together." Molly mother said happily while flipping pancakes in a pan and then putting them onto a large plate. Greg walked down the stairs just as Baroness Hooper was about to call for him again. She told him to pick some strawberries with Sherlock, telling him to be nice to Sherlock when she thought he couldn't hear her.

Greg showed Sherlock to their greenhouse, which was situated right at the bottom of the garden. He bent down and started to pick the strawberries, which were ripe enough to be eaten.

"No one can hear us down hear so don't worry about saying the wrong thing when you answer my question. Greg said looking Sherlock straight in the eye. "What's happened?"

Sherlock joined him in picking them and he told Greg everything that had happened, too worried about Mycroft to even start to worry about what should be considered personally. At least if Greg knew about what had happened, he might be able to help make sure that Mycroft was ok. Greg looked shocked at times but he stayed quiet listering to every word that Sherlock had to say.

"Wow! Is Mycroft ok? I don't know him very well but we have to sit next to each other in Latin and I know that no one, especially him deserves to be beaten up by his own father."

" Father used to discipline us when we were younger and we did something bad but now he is too busy to even see us anymore. I don't know what happened after I left but I am worried." Sherlock admitted, hating to confide in someone about such personal matters.

"Wow! I thought your father seemed pretty cool when we first met. I didn't think that he was that cruel…"

"He's not cruel! He just… doesn't like it when we misbehave. I told you because I needed your… help. I didn't need you to judge my family." Sherlock spat out.

"Ok. Ok. I understand. Just tell me how I can help."

"Thanks.. I sent him a text last night…" Sherlock pulled his phone out of his pajamas bottoms where he had left it the previous night. He quickly read the message breathing a sigh of relief because of what he read. "He says he is fine. Mother took him to the hospital last night to get the cut on his head stitched up. He stayed at a friends last night after father spoke to him alone. He also said that mother will pick me up later so that we can have dinner together because father needs to apologies."

"Sounds like your parents are ok with it then. I thought they would be. They did walk in to see their son making out with a guy and they didn't even know he was gay! They just needed to get used to it." Greg stated smiling at Sherlock while he spoke," I remember when I came out to my parents. Well Dad and Helen. They were upset that I didn't tell them, but after a few days they were fine. It will be the same with your parents they just need to get their heads around the situation."

"What! Your gay?" Sherlock questioned and Greg quickly nodded. "That's why you never date any of the girls that keep following you around! But you seem so… straight."

"Yeah I just don't want everyone to know yet. I don't want to lose all my mates just because I like guys instead of girls! Tell Mycroft that if he ever needs to talk I am here for him. You can tell him what I told you. I don't mind him knowing. It might be nice for us both to have someone to talk to about all this."

Sherlock smiled at Greg, stood up and went inside feeling a lot better for talking about it. At least Greg thought that everything would be ok and considering that he had been in the same kind of situation, he should know.

But Sherlock knew that his father only ever lost his temper when he was really angry about something and that told him that things would, unfortunately, not be ok.

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