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Mycroft came into the small tiled kitchen two minutes later, exactly. He was never late, at least not that Sherlock knew. Sherlock was bouncing on the chair, too excited to sit still. Mycroft looked at Sherlock and shook his head. 6 year olds had a lot of energy. "Alright, what do you want for breakfast? We have cereal and…" Mycroft paused as he looked in the cabinets. "…cereal. What kind do you want, Cheerios or Raisin Bran?" Sherlock made a face. "Ew, who likes Raisin Bran? I want Cheerios!" Mycroft smiled to himself. At least his brother could still be 6. "OK then. Here you go." Sherlock gulped down his juice and started on his Cheerios. "Wait," He paused, milk dribbling down his chin. "What are you going to eat?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows. "Me? Nothing. I'm on a diet." Now it was Sherlock's turn to raise his eyebrows. Mycroft didn't need to go on a diet. Not like their next-door neighbor, Phil. He was large.
"Mycroft, ten minutes! Make sure your brother brushes his teeth and combs his hair!" Emma yelled from the living room. Sherlock finished his cereal, then tipped the bowl back and drank the milk. He was about to wipe his mouth on his shirt when Mycroft whispered, "Don't do that. You'll have to change out of the shirt then, and isn't that your only pirate shirt?" Sherlock frowned. He had more pirate shirts, right?
"Come on, let's get you ready." This time Mycroft spoke normally. "To the bathroom."
Ten minutes later, Mycroft finished tying Sherlock's shoes. They had pirates on them, of course. "OK, time to go. Remember, don't say anything until you're introduced. They strongly believe that children should not be seen or heard." Sherlock's face looked puzzled. "Then why even go at all?" Mycroft smiled. "Sometimes, you have to do things that don't make sense. Now let's go, otherwise we'll be left behind, and you wouldn't want that, would you?" As soon as Sherlock stood up and looked away, Mycroft's smile disappeared. How would his extended family react to a six year old that was only in first grade? Most of the cousins Sherlock's age were in at least third grade. He himself had been a fourth grader at the age of six. Mycroft shook his head and walked out of the house, closing the locked door behind him.
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"Are we there yet? I'm boreed." Sherlock squirmed in his seat. It had been an hour already! Where were they going?
"No, we're not there yet. About ten more minutes. Here, I brought a snack for you." Mycroft held out a granola bar. Sherlock accepted it and chewed on it, looking out the window. "Look, Mycroft! Horses! Can we stop and ride them?" Sherlock begged Mycroft with his eyes. "John gets to ride horses. He owns horses." Now Sherlock was just pouty.
Mycroft sighed. "We'll be there soon. Do you see that huge building up ahead?" Sherlock nodded. "That's where it is. That's the family mansion." Sherlock looked harder. Sure enough, above the door you could barely see "Holmes" and below that "Scientia sit potentia." Mycroft saw Sherlock's confused face. "That means knowledge is power."
"We Holmes' take pride in our intelligence. You should too." For the first time that day, Emma spoke directly to Sherlock. As she was talking, Dave pulled into the driveway, where a butler was waiting to take the car. Up close, the mansion was stunning. There were pillars in front of the door, and a curved, ivy-wrapped wall to the right. (AN: To see the mansion, look below.) Sherlock's mouth dropped open. "People used to live here?" Mycroft smiled. "Not used to, do. Most of our relatives live here together." By here, Mycroft meant the neighborhood. There were many large houses, but this was by far the largest. "Now come on, we need to get out of the car." Sherlock hopped out of the black Impala and took Mycroft's offered hand. Together, they walked into the mansion as the butler drove their car away.
Thanks for reading! Please review! And sorry about the Impala reference, I couldn't resist. :) Here's the mansion I was basing it off of: files/aLZ2AsK7NSXaWauj7tO*5KveWT5CAhDWf2*f4DVflALP MPgC9YvuurHff5i9sezNBgkhY5pPLYUQD*IMV1ZPWm3OVBgvPz J* Imagine that but bigger.