A/N: Thank you to my faithful reviewers Ianto'sCoffeeMinion and DetectiveInspectorD. I suppose it's finally time I add that I am American, and so I will try my best to make it real, but if it isn't, then I'm sorry. Disclaimer: I could jump off the roof of St. Bart's, but I would still not own Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at Mycroft, who was standing still. How could he stand by while his brother was practically disowned? Little did Sherlock know, Mycroft was actually planning to say something. But Sherlock acted too fast. He nodded to the Aunt and strode out the room, only seconds after the incident. Once he was out the door, he managed to wait until it closed before he ran to a corner and cried. Of all the horrible things. Why did it have to be his father? Why not some relative he didn't even know? Besides, what was the whole "only in first grade" thing about? Most 6 years olds were in kindergarten! Then he realized. He could never be normal inside his own family. They were too smart for him. The boys his age were probably second and third graders. Having had the cold hard truth revealed, Sherlock decided something. He would make his father proud. He would become a fourth grader. He would learn to deduce things that no one else could even dream of, let alone use logic to figure out. He would show no emotion. Slowly, Sherlock built a wall around his emotions, his happiness, his innocence. He would basically become a Vulcan, like his second-favorite character, Spock.
Meanwhile, as Sherlock was discovering who he was about to be, Mycroft also realized something. Sherlock would no longer need a big brother. He would become independent, which meant Mycroft would need to move out. With no point in him staying at home, he could leave, and accept the assistant position in the government. He could finally become what he had always wanted to be, rich and powerful.
After three hours, Sherlock was done with the emotional wall. He decided that to be the best and the smartest, he would need to remember everything he learned. Mycroft had said something about a mind place once. Perhaps Sherlock could have a mind palace. The first thing he put in it was the feeling of betrayal. He put it at the entrance to his palace, so he would always remember what happened when you trusted someone. 'Basically,' he thought to himself, 'run. Run from all relationships so you won't be hurt. Don't trust anyone. All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.'
A/N: Ok, I lied. This is the only one today. And it's rather short. I'm not good at making them long. Sorry. Doctor Who reference anyone? It's easy, I promise. And the end quote. I really love that one. Thanks for reading, please review!