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The Rabbit Hops over the Log (Sherlock 2010, Mycroft, Sherlock)

Title: The Rabbit Hops over the Log
Author: Renata Lord (snowlight)
Characters: Mycroft, Sherlock
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue etc.
Note: This story was inspired by a certain (non-gore-related) scene from Dexter. Beta read by krazykoodles. Thanks! :D :D

He was making excellent progress in finishing reading Giddon's book before the dinner call when all hell broke loose in another part of the house. There was a loud scream, followed by the sound of furniture being pushed over. Then there was the sound of running footsteps, heading directly his way.

By Mycroft's classification system, his brother had about a dozen very distinct ways of screaming. This one was undoubtedly #5, Touch Me Again and I Will Bite Your Hand Off.

Sometimes he wondered why the housework staff bothered.

Before he could re-examine that thought, Sherlock already landed into his reading room like a hurricane. The red-faced boy's chest was heaving, a cufflink missing from his left wrist. He clutched a child-sized tie in his right hand tightly as if it was a deadly weapon.

"I have him now, Mrs. Livingston!" Mycroft shifted himself up in the ancient armchair, calling to the footsteps that came trailing behind. He didn't have enough blood sugar to play mediator at the moment. "My apologies!"

There was a long-suffering sigh, and the old woman shuffled away without replying. She sounded at the end of her rope. He would have to go talk to her later, but there was a more pressing problem at hand in the form of his brother, looking like he could have maimed somebody.

Sherlock pointed an accusing finger in the door's direction. "She was the one who almost choked me with those fingers! You know how I hate people touching me!"

"All this ruckus could have been avoided, my dear boy, if you learned how to make tie yourself," he said not unkindly. "Now sit down."

"I tried!" The boy gave the sofa next to him a kick. "But Mummy—"

"Sit down, Sherlock."

"—wasn't happy with it." Sherlock finished the sentence from the sofa. He looked crestfallen.

Mycroft frowned and filed the information away under another folder in Things to Talk about Later. He stood up and sat down on the sofa, holding out one hand.

"Now let us see about that tie."

Sherlock handed over the piece of cloth. It was blue Scotland checkers on green. Mycroft soothed the fabric and patted his brother on the head. Sherlock made a protesting sound, but it was half-hearted.

"There is a secret to doing a tie," he said. "Observe what I do in the mirror, please."

When he knew he had Sherlock's undivided attention, he smiled and went to his task.

"See, the rabbit hops over the log...and crosses it."

Sherlock kept quiet at the rather silly jingle. He wasn't absolutely still, but that was a good sign. Mycroft didn't want him to freeze and lock up, as the boy was prone to do under strangers' touches; and today was apparently a bad day if even Mrs. Livingston got the treatment. (Speaking of which, he would have to make Sherlock go apologize in person later.)

"The rabbit runs around the log, because the hounds are terrible.

"And one more time, because these are Lady Lysander's hounds."

Sherlock snorted. "Did they really try to take a bite out of you you when you were five?"

"Shhh. You're breaking the memory pattern," Mycroft chided. "And hold your chin up."

The command was obeyed. Mycroft glanced at the mirror to check if Sherlock was really paying attention. Instead of the angry little terror that he had a moment ago, what he now saw was a genuinely content child, a look rare enough that he allowed the eyes-half-closed part to slide by.

"...the rabbit dives through its rabbit hole," said Mycroft as he gave one last tug on the tie. "Safe and sound."

In the mirror, Sherlock smiled back at him.

"Safe and sound."




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This. Was. Adorable.

I love the idea of little Sherlock throwing a tantrum and not wanting to be touched, I could picture him very well! XD I think you got both of them perfectly.
Will you write more about them? I'm kind of obsessed with the younger versions of the Holmes brothers, how they spent their childhood, their relationship to their parents and such -- part of that fascination comes from the fact that we know so little about all of it, and I'd love to read more fics on that theme.

Thank you for this at any rate, loved it!!!
I'm definitely planning to write quite a bit more about these two in their younger days. I don't know why, but I'm captivated by the idea of it. :) And I love your pictures of them together as little kids, too! I showed the poor teddy bear one to all my friends. :D :D :D So..."keep it up" to both of us?
This is wonderful, and not just for the kiddie tie.
Caring Mycroft is lovely.
Caring Mycroft is lovely.

I dig caring!Mycroft so hard. >_< Especially when they were younger.

And your icon! Very fitting. :D
Oh Mycroft u magnificent smooth bastard! This is too cute!!! Always taking care of Sherlock.
The BBC version is making us love every character now...each and every one of them. That's why the show is brilliant. Even if it suffers from less engaging plots.
Yeah, even Lestrand isn't bad in the BBC version. Poor Moriarty though. ;)
LOL so funny, I could feel Mycroft's eyes roll...
I loved Mycroft's classification of Sherlock's screams! Heartbreaking #5! This was lovely. I hope you write more about their younger days! Thanks so much.
I definitely plan on writing more pre-canon stuff for them. Thanks! :D :D
Cute fic! Can see this happening/having happened.
In my head it totally did. :P

Well done.
Dawwwwww, this is just too cute. I wonder if you know what happened that set them apart later in life.... (that was my version of a subtle hint by the way LOL)
I have the why in my head. For a short version, I refer you to Primogeniture. For a longer version...well, basically, Mycroft's job pulled him away (time and attention wise) from Sherlock and changed him (behavior wise). He took on more...responsibility, some of it quite unsavory. When he realized that Sherlock had closed up to him (this was during adolescence years, difficult to begin with), the damage was already done.

Basically, Sherlock kind of saw him as selling out. But to Mycroft that was duty, he could not avoid it, nor would he even dream to. It's the dutiful elder son vs the rebellious younger son, in a way.
Oh this is lovely, and it feels authentic to the characters. Thank you for posting!
It was very IC. Young Sherlock tentatively listening to his brother... sweet!))
* same here,came to ask for a permission to translate it into Russian. All links will be saved, non-profit, of course! Please?
That would be lovely. :D If you encounter any unclear parts in the text, please feel free to let me know.

P.S.: And you are a Merlin fan! Yay!
This is so delicate and yes... so very sweet. The way Mycroft understands, knows and handles his younger brother here is beyond lovely. It really is a shame that this understanding is so diverted later on.

I too would love to see more of you writing the young!Holmes' and in fact I'm going to have a look at your LJ right now, if that's okay? xD
Thank you! :) I still firmly believe that they will find each other again. I definitely want to write more pre-canon stuff, though.

And uh, I hope you don't encounter any "WTF" moments while browsing my LJ...in fact I think I'm going to go into hiding now.
Aww, this is adorable.
Very sweet!
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