And another chapter finally up. And my muse is still being weird, so sorry for the delay. I will try get it under control by watching more Sherlock.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK, IT IS THE PROPERTY OF THE BBC.
Chapter Ten
The lunch lesson had went extremely well, Mycroft had finished the part of the lesson that he had missed in ten minutes, but he had been taking his time, attempting to work similar to the rate normal to the class. But his worry over Sherlock had caused him to hurry, not that that affected his work. The teacher found it perfect and better than the rest of the class. This caused the teacher to wonder if she should have suggested earlier to Mr and Mrs Holmes that Mycroft may fare better in a private school. Mycroft's work was usuall perfect, with occasional mistakes, that often seemed to be more nicked mistakes instead of a lack of understanding. But the rest of the work would always be flawless, nothing nicked or borrowed, all with Mycroft's unique style.
The rest of the day was not that interesting to either of the Holmes boys, both being capable of far more complicated work, but for Mycroft it was more entertaining. Always in school he would judge things based on how the others fared and tried to make himself average in comparion to them, although generally towards the upper level. This way he managed to avoid getting picked on as a 'boff' or 'nerd', who usually showed off their skills, but Mycroft found them lacking several skills. The only lesson he found of any difficulty was Physical Education, commonly known as P.E. which was an effort, however Mycroft was forced to participate as popularity was often linked to sports and those who did not try or participate were often looked down upon. Fortunately P.E. did not play a part in the day's activities.
When Mycroft returned home, Sherlock came running towards his older brother, but did not hug him, which Sherly usually did.
"Everything okay, Sherly?" Mycroft asked, bending down to look at his younger brother.
"The children don't like me. Even the ones who don't pick on others. They are scared of me." Sherlock said, looking up at Mycroft with big blue eyes.
"Why are they scared of you?" Mycroft asked politely, but already having deduced the answer.
"Why don't you tell me?" Sherlock asked, a smile tugging at his young features. Sherlock enjoyed the deduction games he played with Mycroft.
"Your ability to deduce their lives lead them to believe that you have some weird and threatening power, also suggested by your skills in your subjects." Mycroft replied cooly.
"And what else can you say about my day?" Sherlock asked, persistantly.
"You don't find school too bad, because someone admires your skill of deduction." Mycroft said, after a few seconds thought, then glancing briefly at Sherlock's school bag, Mycroft continued. "He belives that you are magic... reincarnation of Merlin." He added. "And he also has a friend who believes the same."
"How did you get all of that!" Sherlock asked, bemused.
"Firstly, you showed that you were excited, so that meant that it was something you enjoyed. You like being able to show off your skills, so therefore someone admired your skills. Secondly, your bag is open and a picture was take out and then placed on top. A crude picture with you, dressed up as a wizard, a boy as a king and a girl as a queen. They have names underneath and the handwriting is more akin to a male's than a female's." Mycroft explained. "Now, what can you say about my day?"
Sherlock paused and stared at Mycroft for a few minutes.
"It was a average day apart from visiting me. You hurried your lessons, but only slightly. You hurried because you were worried about me." Sherlock said slowly.
"Well, I was rushing, but going at a relaxed pace. However, that was faster than I normally go." In truth he was rather relaxed, usually he went slower to finish his work at the same time as the others. "You noticed by the decrease of fountain pen ink on my fingers, but an indent on my index finger from the pen. You therefore can assume that since the only change in my day is you attending school, that it therefore must be caused because of you." Mycroft said, briefly explaining Sherlock's deductions.
"I think you can read minds." Sherlock said.
"That's probably how you appear to your class mates, Sherly. I advice that you keep the deductions to yourself, and go slower on the work, trying to appear equal to your class mates. That is how to improve relationships between yourself and others. Remember that." Mycroft suggested.
"But what about Henry and Jackie? They like my deductions!" Sherlock protested.
"Then you can make some deductions, but make sure it will not be offensive to anyone." Mycroft suggested. "Now, I am going to get changed, do you want to play pirates?"
"No, I don't want to be a pirate any more." Sherlock said.
"Why's that?" Mycroft asked, looking curiously at the boy. Had it been his encounter with the bullies, he could find no other reason.
"Because of the bad people." Sherlock said.
"That much was obvious Sherlock. I don't ask questions for those answers." Mycroft pressed. Sherlock was evidentally not too keen to say the whole reason and Mycroft patiently waited as the younger boy thought about how to answer the question.
"They stole things from people, but it wasn't right. They didn't go against the more powerful people, they went against the weaker people. Pirates go against powerful ships and governments. Not little ships with weak people on them. Apparently things have changed to pirates and they are no longer so nice." Sherlock said, Mycroft didn't pick him up on a few of the points.
"So what do you want to be now?" He asked.
"I want to be like a pirate against the more powerful and not nice people. Like against those bad pirates. Like a wizard, only they don't exist. And I don't want to work with other people." Sherlock said.
"Well, I'll start thinking of other options then, ad you can continue to read and search for something that you might want to do when you are older." Mycroft replied, which lead to Sherlock rushing off to the book case. Smiling, Mycroft headed upstairs to get changed. Maybe a medical researcher, going against diseases. It would with the idea. Government was something that went against bad forces, but their was socialising in that and it was pretty much the power. The police was a lesser power and against bad people, but still they had an advantage. Private Investigator? That fitted the boxes, but Mycroft didn't want Sherlock to put himself into danger. Besides it would be rather difficult to get into that job without going into something like the police. Stories would not be so easy. Mycroft went through 'Frankenstein', 'The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde' or even some of Edgar Allan Poe's detective work. Although they all seemed a bit too old for a primary school child, although he did not doubt that Sherlock would enjoy those books.
"Mycroft!" Mycroft heard Mummy's voice calling and he quickly replied.
"Coming Mummy!" He said, raising his voice slightly so she could hear him. Finishing getting changed, he hurried downstairs and into the living room, where Sherlock had a pile of books and was studying the blurbs intently. Mummy say in a chair, reading a letter.
"I have been given a letter from Sherlock's teacher saying that he is exceptionally bright for his age. And just now I have had a phone call from your teachers suggesting that you have been holding back and suggesting that you will excell in private school. The same thing is suggested for Sherlock." She said, looking at the boy who had moved onto a different blurb, carefully putting the books into different piles. Mycroft guessed that they would be: Probably to read, possible to read and unlikely to read.
"Sherlock is very clever for his age and is not afraid to show it. I prefer attemtping to appear similar in development to my classmates." Mycroft replied.
"I will discuss this with your father, with luck we will be able to afford private schooling, but if not, grammar is an option. But how would you feel about changing schools?" Mummy asked.
"I think Sherlock will do better in a private school. I think that both of us would do better in private education, it would be easier to use our full potent." Mycroft said. He had spent a lot of work getting to the prime position he was in within school. But private school would offer a better opotunity for the job he wished to get, and Sherlock definitely would thrive in a more intellegent and focused environment.
"Well, I will talk to your father an see what he thinks." Mummy said, after some thought.
"'Croft! 'Croft!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"Yes, Sherly?" Mycroft asked, looking over to his younger brother who was triumphantly holding up a book. Evidentally he ahd found his next bed time story book.
"What have you chosen, Sherly?" Mycroft asked.
"'The Murders in Rue Morgue'" Sherlock replied.
"Are you sure, Sherly?" Asked Mummy, sounding rather horrified that Sherlock had picked such a book.
"Yes, it looks very interesting." Sherlock replied, Mycroft picked up the book and read the blurb, he had read the book before of course, but not studying it in a way to understand if it would be a good book for Sherlock.
"I believe it would be fine." Mycroft said.
"Yay!" Sherlock aid, jumping up and rushing to put the other books away before someone could suggest one of the others. Mycroft wondered how much influence he would be able to maintain over his younger brother's life and career choice. He doubted that Sherlock would go for anything conventinal, any way.
So there we have Chapter Ten and the rest of that day that I suspect that we will see.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed.
Anonymous, I'm really grateful for your review, my main worry is that I may not be able to keep the characters, especially considering that I am working with their childhood. And I do not aim to stop for a very long time. I know the ending already and that is a long way off from here.
Ripplerose, yes, Sherlock is out of touch. I've always imagined that he would have picked up his skills early but not being able to apply them correctly and thus leading to the gap between him and the rest of society. And Mycroft has always seemed to care for Sherlock, no matter what.
BloodyRosie, there will always be someone that Sherlock will be able to get on with, I'm sure of that. Or atleast there will be while he is small and cute and gets on well with Mycroft. And yes, Ellie was right, although Mycroft is brilliantly socially, I've never considered him (or Sherlock for that matter) too good at raising someone. While someone average would probably be much better.
Larahna Steadyblade, I'm glad you find this realistic. Often I'm trying to remember what things were like when I was that age and then applying that to where I am now and then attempting to link it then to Sherlock and trace it back to see how he was then, and the same for Mycroft. Also having a younger brother myself makes it slightly easier for tracing back, but at times I have to make larger links between their shown adults selves and their children selves you see in this story.
PotterSherlocketc, I will keep writing for a long time with this fanfic, it has to be one of my favirotes to write. I enjoy exploring Sherlock and Mycroft's lives. Fortunately I do not cry when writing, but some of the times I do stop and jsut think: 'Aww'.