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Insomnia (BBC Sherlock drabble, Mycroft + Sherlock)

Beta read and Brit-picked by the lovely krazykoodles, as usual. :) I had no idea that there is no cicada in England! :O

Title: Insomnia
Characters: Mycroft, Sherlock
Rating: G

Sherlock was seven when the first bout of winter insomnia hit him, and it would persist for the rest of his life. There was always something dreadfully wrong with his bedroom at night. Most of the time it was the old heater, gasping incessantly like a dying grasshopper. Or it would be the winds lingering outside his window, carrying screams and laughter from places far over the fence but nowhere at all. And at the breaking of every gray dawn, there would be bulky cleaning trucks yelping on the streets down below, sucking up all his ability to sleep along with the dead leaves.

It was also then that Sherlock developed a habit of sneaking into Mycroft's bed at night, because happy though as he was to do away with the concept of wasting time in a bed, eventually something had to give. Mycroft's bedroom was far too clean and orderly for his liking, but it wasn't as if he spent much waking time in this place. Mycroft's book shelves didn't interest him enough to stick around—The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, The Stranger, On the Genealogy of Morals, et cetera et cetera, and not one single volume on firearms or the properties of different poisons. (Years later, he would realize that this was not true—Mycroft simply had books on those subjects placed in more discreet places.)

If Mycroft thought Sherlock's presence was odd or bothersome, he never said anything. Thus Sherlock was free to tiptoe into his brother's bedroom—which was never locked—at the dead of the night, plant himself right under the covers, and shortly succumb to the annoying necessity of sleep, surrounded by everything Mycroft.

The smell in that bed changed over the years. Tobacco's spiciness came and went, as did the faint sweetness of butterscotch biscuit, but the odour of ink and old books remained. Eventually, right before Mycroft left for Oxford, there was the scent of aftershave, something as alien to Sherlock as Christmas carolling.

None of that, however, really mattered. Though Sherlock was preternaturally averse to all noises during those winters, the single thing in Mycroft's room that calmed him like magic was the sound of his brother's slow but steady breathing, luring him to sleep and to dream.

Fin



无眠
Mycroft+Sherlock粮食
原作:Renata (snowlight)
翻译:荔枝(asukajude)

冬季的季节性失眠在Sherlock七岁时第一次袭击了他,并自此纠缠了他一生。一到晚上,他的房间总有这样那样的严重问题——大多数时候是那台老爷级别的暖气,苟延残喘如一只垂死的蝈蝈;也可能是在窗外徘徊不去的风,从栅栏外并不存在的地方裹挟着尖叫或狂笑的声音而来;在东方显出鱼肚白时,还有傻大个儿的清洁车吵吵嚷嚷地开过下面的街道,将他的睡意连同枯叶一起彻底卷走。

也就是从那时候起,Sherlock养成了在夜里偷偷爬上Mycroft的床的习惯;因为虽然他讨厌睡眠这种在床上浪费时间的事情,但他的身体最终还需遵守生理法则。Mycroft的卧室以他的喜好来说是太过清洁整齐,不过他本来也没有在醒着的时间里于那里多呆。Mycroft的书架总是提不起他的太多兴趣——《罗马帝国衰亡史》,《异乡人》,《道德谱系学》,等等等等,然而没有一本提及枪支或者各种毒药的性能。(多年以后他发现这不是真的——Mycroft有那些书,只是收得更谨慎。)

如果Mycroft对Sherlock的到来感到诧异或困扰,他从来没说过什么。因此Sherlock便在半夜三更里自如地蹑手蹑脚钻进他哥哥的房间(那从来没上过锁),把他自己安插在被子底下,然后迅速地屈服于可恶的必要性睡眠——在名为Mycroft的世界的怀抱之中。

那张床上的气息在几年间不断变换着。烟草的辛辣和奶油饼干的微甜来了又去,而常驻的是墨水和旧书的味道。最后,在Mycroft去牛津的前夕,那还带上了些须后水的香味,对于Sherlock来说就像圣诞颂曲合唱一样陌生。

然而那一切都无关紧要。尽管Sherlock以不可思议的程度讨厌着冬夜的一切声响,在Mycroft的房间里唯一奇迹般地能让他安静下来的东西却是他兄长呼吸的声音。那缓慢均匀的起伏总是引他沉进睡眠,入梦安然。

Comments

(Anonymous)

Thus Sherlock was free to tiptoe into his brother's bedroom—which was never locked—at the dead of the night, plant himself right under the covers, and shortly succumb to the annoying necessity of sleep, surrounded by everything Mycroft.

看得我心都融化了,讓我在辦公室中看著文章傻笑實在是太犯規了(旁邊還擺著Time跟paper呀...),這位作者!

You really make my day:)

谢,谢谢………………

(害羞跑走ing)

所以说哥哥少年时

睡觉都不打呼的对不对!

……他后来开始减肥其实是发福到开始打了吧!

Re: 所以说哥哥少年时

我不记得哪里看过说他打呼噜呀……

不过这个当减肥理由倒不错…………………………

Re: 所以说哥哥少年时

嗯没有哪里,除非你直接阅读了我的脑补……XD

Re: 所以说哥哥少年时

…………明天给你寄明信片。

说起来,扫墓那个实在太低气压了。我换一篇甜一点+长一点的东西给你如何?虽然估计是英文写,但是会被翻译的,大概………………

Re: 所以说哥哥少年时

我表示热烈期待在下次看见你之前收到明信片……
你尽管写吧……只要你写出来就好了,长度什么的不是问题,语言什么的不是问题,题材什么的不是问题。我表示热烈期待在下次看见你之前收到文……

(Anonymous)

热烈脑内了哥躲在床上抽烟吃饼干…………

……顺便说……这个看起来太不TTB了…………

Re: 热烈脑内了哥躲在床上抽烟吃饼干…………

That's because it is not.... This is side A, anyway. TTB would need to be in side B.
This is gorgeous and beautiful and somehow very christmas-like (not in a cheerful and annoying way, but in a smoothing snow-falling type).

Thanks, though.....

.....you just reminded me, I have a Christmas advent fic to write for! Arrrrggggghhhhh I'm so going to die........

Re: Thanks, though.....

with Mycroft, hopefully?
and good luck! :)

Re: Thanks, though.....

It's for the Star Trek fandom. Although...a Christmas fic with Mycroft? Why is my first reaction, "How Mycroft Stole Christmas"?

Clearly I'm hallucinating on painkillers....

Edited at 2010-11-03 02:00 pm (UTC)

Re: Thanks, though.....

lol :)

and get well!
You are one of my favourite writers in the fandom :3 I can't get enough of your Mycroft and Sherlock!

This is remarkably sweet for these boys. I love your Mycroft books idea and the whole paragraph with scents is just wonderful.

Also I joined your comm for these two holmes' ^^ found it on accident, wut!
You are really too kind. ^_^ I don't get to write nearly enough about them in English.

And yes, somehow whenever I think of Mycroft's choice of books, my first reaction is always Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. I am not sure why.

Edited at 2010-11-04 10:05 pm (UTC)
aww those holmes!!
and its would be totally like mycroft, to let sherlock crawl into his bed without saying anything!
Younger brothers are like an invasive species. :)
Awww! Sibling fic! This was so nice. I love seeing the times when they get along. They love their sibling rivalry but deep down they love each other and it's such a classic relationship with a protective older brother and a wild little brother.
This was one of my fav lines:
"Mycroft's book shelves didn't interest him enough to stick around—The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, The Stranger, On the Genealogy of Morals, et cetera et cetera, and not one single volume on firearms or the properties of different poisons. (Years later, he would realize that this was not true—Mycroft simply had books on those subjects placed in more discreet places.)"
It's such a classic relationship with a protective older brother and a wild little brother.

Yes exactly. I have always imagined that Mycroft spoiled Sherlock, in a way. And when duty called and he couldn't continue being the big brother all the time, that's when Sherlock started pulling away.
"And when duty called and he couldn't continue being the big brother all the time, that's when Sherlock started pulling away." So sad...I need more Holmes Brothers fic.

I rec-ed this to queenstardust. It was to good to keep to myself.
Aww, I love mini!Sherlock and Mycroft fics, especially with Mycroft being all big-brotherly like this. Mini!Sherlock's insomnia fits him really well, and I love how in the end he only tried to fix it because he had to.

Also, I really liked this part:
`The smell in that bed changed over the years. Tobacco's spiciness came and went, as did the faint sweetness of butterscotch biscuit, but the odour of ink and old books remained. Eventually, right before Mycroft left for Oxford, there was the scent of aftershave, something as alien to Sherlock as Christmas carolling.`

It's just a really nice way of showing Mycroft growing up through smells (which are definitely what Sherlock would pick up on). (And I now have a mental image of mini!Sherlock being dragged along to carols and whining the whole time.)
I love how in the end he only tried to fix it because he had to.

Right. I remember when I was a kid, I totally thought not having to sleep was the coolest thing in the world. :)

And I now have a mental image of mini!Sherlock being dragged along to carols and whining the whole time.

Oh no! He would totally change the words to be subversive, I bet.
It feels warm, sweet and even a little serene with the sense of years passing by and all those gentle, delicate descriptions of sound and smell.

中英文各看了两遍,好喜欢这种可以绵延在两种语言里的温柔触感。
谢谢,我一开始是想写得强硬一些的……不过在那时候的小夏眼中,哥哥的世界始终是温柔的吧。