"Mycroft!" Sherlock whined, pulling in his older brother's arm.
"Go away Sherlock. I'm reading." He replied plainly.
"MYCROFT!" Sherlock yelled in his ear.
"Sherlock Holmes!" He cried in exasperation. "Go find something to do!"
"I did. But I got bored."
"Go play with some kids down the street then." Sherlock gave Mycroft a perfect, sassy 'seriously?' Stare.
"Their stupid and boring. Your the only human that's adequate to compete with my intelligence." Mycroft looked baffled at Sherlock. How in the bloody world does a 5 year old know that?! Then again, Sherlock was not like ordinary 5 year olds. "Play with me." Sherlock began swinging on the arm of Mycrofts chair. Sherlock realized Mycroft wasn't going to play with him so he marched to his room. Stupid Mycroft. He didn't need him to have fun. Sherlock grabbed his coat and marched back into the room, and gabbed the front door handle.
"Where are you going?" Mycroft asked.
"Out." Sherlock replied promptly and closed the door behind him. Mycroft rolled his eyes. At lest peace and quiet for once. Sherlock crossed the street and wondered into the back woods. He explored for a while... Climbing trees, and being a little boy when he soon heard a whimper. Sherlock looked up from the dead squirrel he was looking at and moved towards the sound. He entered a clearing where he found a red-ish colored dog. Sherlock's eyes widened and he slowly approached the dog.
"It's okay." Sherlock said as he slowly approached the dog. "I'm Sherlock. I'm gonna help you." Slowly the dog stopped whining and let Sherlock stroke him. "It's alright... Redbeard. Sherlock said the first name that popped into his head. Sherlock slowly reached out a trembling hand to stroke the dog. Sherlock smiled as it licked his hand. "Alright. Let's get you fixed up." Sherlock scooped the puppy up in his arms, and swayed under the weight. Sherlock staggered to his house. He struggled with the door handle and finally managed to push it open. Sherlock placed the dog on the carpet and ran to get a bowl of water for Redbeard. Sherlock didn't see Mycroft. He must be studying in his room. Sherlock sat cross legged next to the puppy and stroked his ears as he drank out of the bowl. When Redbeard drained the bowl, he gave Sherlock a sloppy wet kiss. Sherlock laughed, and his laughter echoed around the house. Mycroft's face appeared in the doorway.
"Oh. You're back." My Mycroft paused to take in the scene. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS A DOG DOING IN THE LIVING ROOM!" He erupted. Sherlock sighed and calmly replied,
"I found him on my walk, so I brought him home."
"Just wait till I tell mummy!" Mycroft said, marching back into his room.
"Just ignore Mycroft." Sherlock said calmly to the frightened dog. "He's just annoying."
"Sherlock?" a concerned voice echoed through the hallway.
"What is it mummy?" Sherlock asked through gritted teeth. He tried hard to keep his composure, when his mom walked down the hallway, her concerned face peeking around the corner.
"Mycroft told me you brought a dog home."
"Yes. I'm keeping him and his name is Redbeard."
"Who said you could keep him?"
"I did." He stated plainly, not looking up. His mom sighed.
"Sweetie, you have to ask permission before you do something like this."
"I did and I said yes." Sherlock was have you seen not budging on the matter, so mom let it go.
"Just," she sighed. "Feed him properly, and remember, me and daddy aren't going to remind you to do any thing for the dog, ok?" Sherlock said nothing
"Daddy and I," he corrected and fell silent. Is mom got up got up and mumbled something along the lines of,
"What am I going to do with this child?!" As she walked out. Sherlock heard Mycroft arguing loudly and his mom replying in a cool collected voice. Sherlock couldn't make out the words, and frankly, didn't care.
"You'll be okay Redbeard." Sherlock said soothingly. "You're okay. I'm not gonna let them take you."
As Redbeard slowly fell asleep in his lap, a slow smile spread across Sherlock's face. A true smile, filled with joy.
"Caring is not an advantage Sherlock." Mycroft said, watching his little brother stroke the puppy.
"Shove off Mycroft." Sherlock grumbled, turning back to the dog, with not a care in the world.