I do not own Sherlock or Mycroft Holmes or any other characters that are recognisable.
One late December day, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes called upon Ms. Gaspar, in search of proper care of their two sons, Mycroft and Sherlock.
The boys were not necessarily naughty or vicious, merely curious. Mycroft, who was eleven, loved to read and constantly was debating philosophy with whoever dared to stay put for more than five minutes. A bit on the stout side, Mycroft would spend hours in the library of the family estate.
Young Sherlock, however, was abnormally intelligent and incredibly clever. Several past nannies have claimed things missing, and have pointed fingers at Sherlock, but have had no proof. A very curious child, he experimented with his father's chemistry set and occasionally caused a couple of mild explosions. At age eight, he could tell what a person's origin was, just by looking at them. His extreme detective talents baffled many officials and scared away many caregivers.
The sound of the door-knocker filled the foyer and Mrs. Holmes sent Mycroft to answer the door. A woman wearing a long dress in a peculiar shade of bottle-green stood with a no-nonsense look upon her face. "May I come in?" she asked, rather sarcastically.
Mycroft looked at her wide-eyed and replied in a high-pitched voice, "Yes Ma'am."
Stepping into the extravagantly furnished house, she nodded in Mycroft's way and said regally, "Thank you"
Mr. Holmes walked briskly to the foyer to greet their guest. "Ah , Ms. Gaspar! How good it is to meet you! I trust your journey was comfortable?"
"Good day to you, Mr. Holmes, and it was marvellous. Is this your only child?" Ms. Gaspar asked.
"No, Sherlock is most likely in the nursery, reading about far away places such as India and China." Mr. Holmes laughed. Then turning to his other son, he scolded, "Mycroft, where are your manners? Say hallo to your new nanny!"
"My… new…nanny?" Mycroft asked blankly.
"Yes, your new nanny. You don't really expect your mother to stay home all day and watch you, do you? Now, go fetch Sherlock, he must meet Ms. Gaspar!" Mr. Holmes watched his oldest son hobble down the hallway. Then turning to Ms. Gaspar, he said, "Would you care for some tea. Please come, the sitting-room is just this way. Oh, I do insist."
I'm sorry it's so short, but I'll try to make the next chapter longer. Please review, for it makes it so much more fun to write.