Sherlock Oneshots

Poor little Sherlock

"Mycie... myyy wake up... please." He was shaking his older brother trying to him to wake up he needed help. It was groan Sherlock got back and the covers being tugged at. "My please I need help." Mycroft turned around yawning pushing himself onto his elbows with a struggle. "Yes?" "I... I threw up." Tears came back o his eyes. "What?" Mycroft perked up, siting up. "Where did you throw up?" "Bed... I... I didn't mean .. to." He was being cut off by his sobs and sniffles. Mycroft moved closer to the edge turning his lamp on, originally being blinded from the change.

"Oh Sherlock." There was sick all down his front. "I'm... I'm sorry." "No no Sherlock it's ok... we'll get you cleaned first. Do you still feel like your going to be sick?" Sherlock nodded which had Mycroft up in a second taking his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom trying to stay quiet as to not wake mummy daddy.

"Stay here ok I'll be right back." He lowered him brother to his knees in front the toilet noting the his brothers higher temper. "Ok... can you bring lamb?" "I'll get lamb." Mycroft left him in there going to his room, seeing lamb had been thrown out the bed, from Sherlock's initial panic. There was sick on the bed and floor luckily not the carpet he didn't want to wage his parents they always got so grumpy of angry when one of them were sick.

He picked up lamb before going to Sherlock pyjama drawer pulling it out a light cotton pair it seemed to s light blue hard to tell with the lack of light, before returning to his poorly brother.

Sherlock was knelt over the toilet a small tremble to his frame. Mycroft carefully shut the door. "Hay it's ok I'll clean it up once we get you sorted." He went over to the counter finding the portable light mummy kept in there turning it on it was a softer glow then his lamp. Light blue.

He started to run the hot water watching Sherlock carefully, till he started wrenching, darting to his side and down on his knees rubbing his back as Sherlock brought up what was in his stomach.  Tears came to Sherlocks eyes, it burned his throat. "M.. mycie." Mycroft wrapped an arm round Sherlocks front round Sherlocks chest. "Yes?" "Stay." Mycroft looked at him with pity he sounded so weak. "Of course." He stayed like that for a moment before starting to work Sherlocks top of very carefully, then his bottoms before, jumping to the sink plugging it and adding a small amount of soap grabbing a cloth from the cabinet above and dipping it in then going back to his brother and flushing the loo.

He knelt down to Sherlock putting an arm round his back starting to wipe down his front down. Sherlock slowly leaned into his brother. Mycroft pulled the towel down dabbing brother dry.

"Come on Sherlock." Sherlock huffed a bit leaning off his brother so he could get his pyjamas. "Arms up." Sherlock did as told letting brother slip it on before Mycroft helped him slip into the bottoms. "You think your going to be sick again?" He asked passing lamb to Sherlock, Sherlock shook his head curling back to his brothers side. "Alright, you can stay in my bed the now ok?" "Ok." It was tiny and sad sounding. He scooped up the six year old tight in his arms carrying him to his room placing him on the bed pulling the covers over him. "I'll be right back ok." It was just a small groan as a response. He went back to the bathroom emptying the sink then running the cold tap leaving it to go down stairs with the used face cloth putting it in the washing bin then taking the spare basin from beneath the sink adding a small amount of bleach then small amount of water from the tap then back up taking a fresh cloth running it under the cold water he'd left running, ringing it out then turning the tap off, going back to his brother seeing him sat up lamb under his chin. Mycroft put the basin on the bedside table. "Hay sherl? You alright?" "My tummy still hurts." "Oh dear. I'm sorry sherl, here lie back down."Sherlock did as told how unlike him laying his head back to the pillow cuddling lamb tight. Mycroft laid ur cloth over Sherlocks head, watching the shiver go threw him. "Leave it there ok?" "Ok." Mycroft pulled the covers up his brother again tucking him in. "The basins right next to you on the stand if your going to be sick again, I'm judging goting to tidy your room ok I'll be just in there ok?" "Ok." Sherlock sniffles hiding his face in lamb.

Mycroft stripped and changed the bed and scruples the floor, took maybe 30 40 minutes before he could return to his brother finding him still awake sat back up the cloth on the back of his neck, so till affective, lamb under his chin slightly damp on the head, Sherlocks own face having tear tracks. Mycroft sat on the edge putting a hand onto his brothers shoulder. "Hay what is it?" Sherlock only shrugged before burrowing his head into Mycroft's chest pushing lamb into his brothers belly. Mycroft wrapped his arms around Sherlock picking him before putting himself on his lap. "It's ok. Hay, um" He got up carrying Sherlock going to a shelf trying to get something to cheer up Sherlock even a little.

He took one arm away from Sherlock struggling a tad to keep him up on one. He retched up to a shelf taking down a teddy of his, it was bee with a soft belt like fabric, it was what the teddy his gran had got him when he was what four five months old. "Hay sherl you want this? It's buzzy?" He didn't know why he thought it would calm Sherlock and somehow it did he immediately took it holding it udder his chin. "Mycie?" "Yeah?" "You'll stay right?" "Of course come on back to bed."

Mycroft sat down holding Sherlock still, turning the lamp off then pulling cover round both them, Sherlock having buzzy held to his chest and lamb to the right of buzzy it's head resting on buzzy. "Wake me if anything's wrong, alright?" "Ok. Night night." "Goodnight sherl." Mycroft took the cloth off and putting it back to his head. Sherlock fell asleep his head to mycrofts chestz