"What do you want?" Sherlock asks feigning hostility but gentleness in his tone betraying him. "Brother mine, I have another gift for you." Mycroft responds striding into the room and sitting up, with stiff posture on the edge of Sherlock's bed. "Why give it to me now?" Sherlock asks moving towards his brother hesitantly. " I want it to be between us." Mycroft replies holding out a parcel wrapped pristinely in silver paper. Sherlock gently grabs the present opening it slowly with great care. In his lap lays a detective hat, the kind with two fronts and the flaps tied in a bow on the top. " I know you and Redbeard love to play pirates but I have a feeling this might interest you too." Mycroft explains. "Being a detective?" Sherlock asks softly. Mycroft shakes his head and replies "Not just that but learning to see the extraordinary in things most people glance over, being able to tell everything you need to know about someone just by watching them. Sherlock I may be the smarter one but you are more aware. The other kids may tease you for not being like them but trust me it is a good thing. Being overly sentimental will only bring you pain. Start learning to deduce and you may be free of the crushing loneliness and boredom." Silence fills the room and Sherlock picks the hat up and places it onto his head. Mycroft smiles and exits the room carrying himself with grace. "Thank you." Sherlock calls after him and although I never saw his face I swear he is wearing one of his increasingly rare smiles.
