A/N- I was listening to Tommy-the rock opera and had the idea for this, my first really chaptered story that I've uploaded. I'm not planning on sticking as religiously to the story of the album as the first few chapters will suggest as the later songs on the album don't really fit with the plan I have for this story and getting it to fit with the known story of Sherlock's life before Study in Pink.
Sherlock's story telling it set sometime after the Scandal in Belgravia but before the Reichbach Fall I imagine.
If you're not aware of Tommy by The Who, then I serious suggest you check it out!
Disclaimer- Obviously I don't own Sherlock or Tommy.
Eyesight to the Blind
"Now, not long after that Mycroft fell in love for the first time…" Sherlock began again.
"Mycroft in love?" John breathed, not believing.
"Oh, yes. The man had to fall in love once then have his heart broken believe sentiment is a disadvantage." Sherlock sighed, slightly disbelieving that it hadn't been obvious to even John's mind.
"Oh…I suppose so."
"Indeed. Now I must have been 8 and Mycroft 14 and Mycroft, though he had a few… 'friends' who served their cause and company for him at school but none of them were worthy of trust, and of this secret, according to a 14 year old Mycroft." Sherlock explained, "So Mycroft confided in a the only person he knew wouldn't steal her or tell anyone."
Mycroft can thundering into his brother Tommy's rooms that even Tommy was aware of the other boy's presence.
"Oh Tommy!" He cried, "Tommy she said yes! I asked her on a date, on Saturday and she said she'd love to! Oh Tommy, if only you could see her! Her face, it would be enough to bring eyesight to even you! And her voice, oh Thomas Sherlock Holmes, the vibrations would be so sweet you wouldn't know what hit you! They'd make you…. So…. uncontrollably want to speak back!" Mycroft gushed, not caring that he sounded like a 12 year old girl talking about Patrick Swayze.
Indeed young Mycroft's girl was not like other girls, she was the local Gypsy woman's daughter fathered by a man on a night where stars were bright and many, the moon high. She had something special about her and though she could not do anything Mycroft claimed she could, even at the tender age of 13; she was beautiful and she did have a smooth and seductive voice that made you want reply and impress her with what you said.
Yes even at that young age, Irene Adler was a wondrous, seductive and beautiful.
"Irene! Irene bloody Alder!" John cried.
"Mycroft did ask if I recognised her." Sherlock conceded.
"I thought he was having a laugh!" John exasperated.
"He was, to be fair, considering that chance of me recognising my brother's first love from a time when I was Deaf, Dumb and Blind." Sherlock sighed, "There's my brother's sense of humour now a days, for you."
"How'd she break his heart?" John asked after a while.
"He never said, I had to deduce it, didn't happen for a while though…" Sherlock trailed of.
"Back to the story then?" John encouraged.
"Indeed."
A/N- Oooo controversial, no? Irene Alder after both the Holmes Boys? A Gypsy? And I'm not done with her yet!