To The Inevitable Dusk
Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk. - Susan Scarf Merrell
Sherlock held no fear at the thought of growing up. In fact, he relished the idea, impatiently waiting for the day he would look in the mirror and be ten years older. He and John talked endlessly about what they would do when they were 'men', and Sherlock personally scoffed at any classmate who thought remaining a child was preferable. As an adult there was no one to look down on you, no one to tell you what was right and what was wrong. What was not to like about growing up and getting older?
"Hand me that valise, would you, John? No, the other one. Thank you. Blast, I forgot to pack another coat - nothing for it now, I don't want to reopen these suitcases," Mycroft said through an avalanche of unusually disheveled belongings, as he and his young brothers perused through his room, selecting the things most suitable for a university student. "John, do you want this set? I've enough books as it is."
No. There was nothing to dislike about growing up at all…