Mycroft looked down at his sleeping little sister and smiled. She looked so innocent while sleeping. To think I've missed almost 16 years of her life. All the things she did that I missed. Her growing into who she is now. I can go through the records and read what I want but it's not the same as experiencing it with her. Mycroft thought of the good times Sherlock and him had as children. The thing Lucy would've shared with them. The things she will share with them now. He believes caring is not an advantage, but how could he say that while looking down at his innocent little sister?
Mycroft was looking to the past when Anthea brought him back to his senses.
"Sir, we are here. Shall I get the tickets?"
"Yes, yes," Mycroft said; looking down at Lucy. Naturally, Lucy felt the car stop, even in her sleep, and woke up. She blinked a few times while yawning and stretching. Realizing who she was leaning on, Lucy sat up; startled.
"Sorry," she mumbled quietly.
"It's quite alright," Mycroft replied with a smile.