Sherlock: 14
Mycroft: 22
"Hullo?" Mycroft answers his phone tiredly, having returned from a hard day at work.
"I'm sorry to bother you, cher…"
"No bother Mummy, what seems to be the matter?" He asks, picking up on her tone.
"Your brother," she begins, "He hasn't come home from school and… You wouldn't have any idea where he could be would you?"
Mycroft thinks for a beat, "He's not with Jamie or the library?"
"No, Jamie's mother said she hadn't seen him and the library was the first place we checked." Madame Holmes sighs, "I don't know what else to do… it's getting late and your father's out of town…"
"Did you call the police?"
"Yes, I popped by the station… They're useless, nothing they can do."
"I see," Mycroft hums in contemplation, eyeing the door to his bedroom wishing he didn't answer the phone and was well on his way to go to sleep. "I shall be there as soon as I can," he rubs his brow, "Check down by the pond and perhaps even the old tree house," he suggests.
"I don't want to call you away."
"Its fine mummy, I'll see you soon."
They ring off, Mycroft sighing loudly and dramatically. Snatching up his keys from the table he stomps out of his flat, cursing his little brother. When he arrives, Mummy is beside herself with worry; Sylvia at her side staying to be of some sort of assistance and looking just as worried.
"We've been all over town Mycroft," Madame Holmes laments, pacing in front of the door, glancing at the clock as it chimes 8pm.
"He'll turn up," He nods, squeezing him mother's shoulders reassuringly. "I may know where he is," he states after a beat, before going back to his auto and driving off.
It's the second place Mycroft looks that he finds his brother. Tucked up on the roof of the school's main building, the elder not surprised it was somewhere high up and hard to get to.
"Sherlock," Mycroft huffs trying to catch his breath, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Why are you here?" He replies with quiet vehemence.
"I'm here because you where due home hours ago and Mummy is beside herself."
"Oh," Sherlock breathes, hugging his knees tighter as he picks at his sleeve.
"Did something happen?" Mycroft wonders cautiously after fully observing his brother's over all demeanor.
"Leave me alone," he snaps, "I'm used to it," he states under his breath.
"What's that supposed to mean, Sherly?"
Sherlock pouts, looking out over the school yard below. "I have no friends," he murmurs.
"I believe Jamie would say otherwise," he offers, sitting next to his brother.
"Not anymore…"
"Oh?" Mycroft raises a brow, "You've fought before, you've even punched him if I recall properly."
"This is different…" The brothers are silent for a bit, until Sherlock is ready to divulge more. "He was going on, incorrectly, about our chemistry lesson and I corrected him…" Sherlock mumbles, "He wouldn't listen, thought he was right…"
"And?" the eldest leads.
"I told him he was being an arsehole and walked away."
"That hardly seems like a problem Sherlock, I'm sure it will work out."
"You don't understand 'Croft," He insists, "It was different…"
"Very well," Mycroft nods, knowing Sherlock wouldn't be giving any more information. "Up you get," he nudges, "Mummy's probably assuming you have been spirited away by gypsies."
"If only," Sherlock sighs, rising to his feet.
As soon as the door to the house opens, Madame Holmes is there relief evident.
"Look who I found," Mycroft offers with a pleased expression.
"Ah bebe," Mummy quickly squeezes her youngest in a tight embrace. "You're freezing," she scolds, ushering him into the kitchen for a hot beverage; Mycroft and Sylvia following. "Next time you decide to trot off by yourself; for the love of god, have the courtesy to call or leave a note."
"Where'd you find him?" Sylvia asks Mycroft.
"He was still at school."
"You weren't on the rooftop where you," Madame Holmes narrows her eyes at her youngest, as she places a steaming mug in front of him. "What am I saying of course you were…" she sighs.
"I'm sorry mummy…" Sherlock intones without meaning.
"You better be…" She states, "Honestly, what were you thinking, surely your first day of school wasn't that bothersome."
The youngest remains silent sipping his beverage pensively as Sylvia fusses about the kitchen to save the dinner that was supposed to be eaten a good three hours earlier.
AN: Thank you for the prompts etc! Please keep it up, chances are I'll use it... any and all ideas are welcomed for the brothers, vague or detailed (doesn't matter).
Just don't forget to mention ages and such, since this is random bits of the brothers relationship. (keep in mind they are 7 years apart.)
Also check out the spin off story from Chapter 9 called Seven Percent (THANKS!)
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