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Yet another Kid!lock inspired by my sister... oh, how I love her.
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A Bit of Childhood
Anyone who knew Mycroft Holmes at seventeen-years old knew that when he was on the computer, he was doing something of the utmost importance. In the future this fact was still applicable though these important things would come to include scouring CCTV camera's in search of potential terrorist organizations or simply conferencing with the leader of some small yet powerful nation but while he may not be the embodiment of the British government yet, it wasn't far off.
At least, that's how Sherlock saw his older brother. What six-year old with the scientific mind of a college sophomore wouldn't look up to such a powerful being? Of course, Sherlock never told Mycroft of his secret admiration; that would ruin the fun.
Today was definitely going to be fun; Mycroft was being mean and Sherlock decided he'd have to pay.
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Mycroft had been instructed to babysit the younger Holmes, as usual, except today was the day he had five important phone calls and three meetings which now had to take place via his laptop screen rather than over the phone. Whenever the teenager used his phone in Sherlock's company, the boy would decide now was the perfect time to take up drumming and thus bang pots and pans screaming, "Je suis une rock star!"
All of these meeting had the potential to either ensure the safety of queen and country or quite the opposite… That's what Mycroft always told himself. If he didn't believe it all rested on him, he may not give his best performance and failure was never authorized. All Holmes were prone to dramatics, but at least his served an actual purpose. Sherlock's were just annoying.
Now, like any genius would know to do, the elder brother had locked his dark-haired counterpart in the confines of his bedroom. The still-short monstrosity had insisted upon studying the bottom of Mycroft's shoes whilst the young man tried to have a lovely chat with one of the leaders of Asia, thus becoming made an utterly unnecessary distraction. The taller man had told him, "Sherlock you're merely six-years old, you have no idea how important these conferences are or what you're doing so just GO," and with that the younger Holmes was pushed into his room, the door was locked, and Mycroft then threw the key somewhere over his shoulder. Someone will find it.
Eventually.
With a sigh of contentment Mycroft opened his laptop and started the correct browser, inputting the correct passwords and, after the eighth and final passcode, the video feed was live.
"Sveiki-"
Suddenly and without warning, the screen went blank. Open mouthed and utterly bewildered, Mycroft stared unbelievingly at the pale tiny finger which had hit the power button of the computer.
Wide green eyes met cool icy ones and with a look of outrageous innocence, Sherlock Holmes' lip pouted.
"Brother dear," Mycroft narrowed his eyes at the sarcasm laced words, and Sherlock's widened, "I am only six years old. I have no idea what I'm doing."