Author's note: Hello everyone… I am back. I apologize for the delay, but I lost my father this September to cancer, and I was in no shape to do anything. However, I am much better now, so I apologize in advance for the avalanche of notifications those following me, or my stories, will get!
This is part 45/60!
Pairings: Mycroft x Sherlock Holmes (platonic)
Warnings: Fluff. My headcannon that even as a teenager Mycroft wore suits.
Snow
Mycroft smiled as he watched his brother looking at the snow with awe. This was the very first time that Sherlock has seen snow, and his reaction was priceless.
"My! My, look! It's snowing!" Sherlock exclaimed, his eyes shining. Mycroft looked at his excited looking brother and smiled.
"My, can we go outside? Please?" Mycroft laughed at his brother's enthusiasm.
"Ok, Sher, just put on your gloves, scarf and knitted hat. Don't want you catching a cold now, do we? Mommy will never let us play with snow again then."
Sherlock nodded enthusiastically and run to get his stuff. Mycroft looked at him running to his room and laughed a little. His brother might be a genius, but he still acted like a child.
As Sherlock run back to his brother, smiling with excitement, he grabbed Mycroft's hand and dragged him outside.
Their neighbors saw a wonderful sight that day, even if they were weirded out at the sight of Mycroft making snow angels in a suit.