John and Sherlock were looking at a butterfly they caught inside of a jar in John's room. "Whoa, do you know what kind of butterfly it is?"

"It's a male Papilio machaon, or more commonly known as the Swallowtail, it's part of the Papilionidae family."

"Whoa...How do you know so much?" John asked as he peered at the butterfly through the glass.

"I got sick a few years back; Mrs. Marble didn't allow me to leaves the house for two days. So most of the time I stayed it in the library. That, and with all the stuff I learned from the books Mycroft brings back from his school, I've learned a lot of stuff."

*Knock, Knock*

"Who is it!?" John yelled towards the door. The door was opened by John's mother, "Just me boys! Your brother just called Sherlock; he said that your mother wants you to spend the night. Mr. Wilson is bringing you some clothes and should be here in a little bit."

"Okay, thank you Mrs. Watson."

"Please Sherlock, call me Penelope!"

"Why do you think you have to stay the night?" John said, they were outside about to release the butterfly.

"I don't know, do- do you think...Pépé-"

"I'm sure he's fine Sherlock!" John said trying to unscrew the lid on the jar.

"...John..."

"Yes Sherlock?"

"I'm scared..."

"What opinions do we have?" Asked Mycroft once he saw his mother come back down the stairs.

Mrs. Holmes had stopped long ago wondering how her boys knew everything. It was when Mycroft was five that she realized he had inherited his deduction skills from her father. When Aithley was a little girl she had always thought her father was normal, but it wasn't until her best friend nearly started crying when Aithley's father deduced that she was pregnant that she realized that her father was different.

Aithley remembered her friends complaining about how their parents always seemed to know what they were doing. What she soon found out that it was not normal for your parents to know you had for lunch, what someone said to you to make you upset, the exact amount of how much weight you gained, what restaurant a boy took you to, or the exact moment you fell asleep and woke up.

The memories of kids making fun of her because of her father still haunted her. They were also the reason she was afraid to let her boys go to public school. She knew that children in the upper class were practically trained to not get on a person's bad side, at least not as up front as lower class children. But when Sherlock kept getting kicked out of school, she had no other choice; it was either that or send him to a school in another country.

"The doctors say that Pépé is too ill to travel, and said we should think about letting him stay here. They also gave me a brochure for a Nursing Home. Mémé wants Pépé to come home with her, but the doctors are almost positive that it will not be possible."

"How much long does he have left?"

"Not much, but it could be days, weeks, if we're lucky a few months. But the doctor said he will not last the year."

"Mycroft, dear what are you doing?"

"I'm packing Mummy!" Said a 5 year old Mycroft who was jumping on his suitcase which was overstuffed with toys and clothes.

"Why baby? Are you planning on going on a trip?" Said Aithley, laughing as she took Mycroft in her arms. The young boy beamed as he looked up towards his mother.

"No mummy! For our trip!"

"What trip?"

"Our trip to France to see Mémé and Pépé!"

Aithley Holmes was taken aback; she had just gotten off the phone with her husband. They had gone over the a few details of the trip and were planning around their schedules. How on earth did Mycroft know?

"Honey, did you listen in on Mummy phone call? You should know better dear-"

"No mummy! You!"

"Me?"

Aithley saw her son deeply inhale and-

"The back of your hair is all ruffed up; you always run your fingers through the back of hair when you talk to daddy. You also had your calendar out and a pen, so you were planning something. I saw you writing towards the end of the month, so you were planning ahead for something. This time of the year daddy likes to take you away on a holiday and leave me with Mrs. Marbles and Mr. Wilson.

But then you went over to the servant's calendar and wrote a line through the last week of the month, which means that they can take that week off. So that must mean we're all going away. I knew we were going to see Mémé and Pépé because last year at Christmas they said we should get together sometimes. Usual when people say that you give an excuse saying that you don't know when you can take time off, but when Mémé said we should visit them you agreed."

Aithley stared at her son with wide eyes."How- What-..."

"Pépé taught me how to do that last Christmas! Isn't wonderful mummy!"

Aithley gently placed her son on the ground, her hand almost automatically clasped over her mouth. "Mummy, what's wrong?" Mycroft asked with a puzzled expression.

Why was acting like this? Wasn't what Pépé taught his a good thing? Did mummy not want him to know about the trip?

Aithley backed away until she bumped into someone. "Aithley? Dear what's wrong, you looked frightened?" Elliot, who had just gotten back from work, asked when he saw his wife as white as a sheet.

"Mycroft- he- he just..."

Elliot looked over at his son, "Mycroft, do you know what happened?"

"I deduced Papa!" Mycroft said happily.

"Deduced? Whatever do you mean?"

Mycroft told his father everything which he told his mother. Needless to say Mr. and Mrs. Homes planned their trip much earlier than they had originally planned. Pépé Collins explained what he had taught Mycroft to his daughter and husband. Elliot Holmes was frightened of Mycroft for a whole week. He expected Mycroft to blurt things out every time he saw him.

Aithley Holmes, on the other hand, was more accepting of her son's newly found gift. She remembered how people had reacted towards her father and vowed she would never let that happen to her son as well. But even with her past experience with deductions, nothing could prepare her for whenever Mycroft deduced something.

Although Mr. Holmes, not so gently, asked Pépé not to teach Mycroft about deductions anymore, Mycroft's deduction powers grew more and more. There were many time when Mr. Holmes wanted to yell at his son, but could never find it in his heart t do it.

By the time Mycroft was nearly eight years old, Mr. Holmes had a new perspective of his son's gift. Instead of being frightened of Mycroft, he thought that his son's gift made him more superior to everyone else. That made Mr. Holmes, because he was the one who raised Mycroft, more superior to everyone else. He knew that Mycroft would one day be a great man, so with all those exceptions, Elliot Holmes made it his personal job to make Mycroft Holmes the greatest man who ever lived.

But he never took time to try and make him a good one.