I woke up to the smell of Sherlock's breath as he exhaled, his face inches from mine on my pillow. He must have fallen asleep after pirates!
I rose from the bed and began to pack my bags for Baskerville, hoping that if I kept quiet Sherlock wouldn't hear me.
When I was done I went downstairs and made enough tea and eggs for Sherlock and I. Walking up the stairs I could hear my mom and dad whisper fighting, the thing they only do when they know it's to early for regular fighting.
I pushed my door open and found Sherlock on the floor surrounded by my clothes with tears running down his cheeks.
"Sherlock what the bloody hell are you doing?" I whisper screamed as I set the tray down and rushed to Sherlock, wrapping my arms around him.
"I-I don't want you to leave Myc!!" he sobbed into my shirt. I pulled him closer and sat him in my lap as I rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.
"Please Myc, don't leave! I'll be good, I'll... get rid of Cluedo! But please don't leave me Myc!" he whispered into my shirt as he continued to cry and began to tremble.
"Sherlock... Sherlock! I'm not leaving because of you! I'm leaving because dad want me to leave, it's not your fault!" I whispered while trying to stop him from shaking.
"I hate dad! Why is he making you leave? Why can't you stay here? Please Myc don't leave! I don't want to be alone..." he cried into my shirt. I pulled him away from myself and looked him in the eye.
"Sherlock I will never EVER leave you! You hear me? I will ALWAYS be your brother and love you! You will never be alone!" I told him as I forced him to look me in the eye.
"Promise?" he asked, his eyes full of hope.
"Promise." I said and pulled him into a hug.
"Myc?'' he asked after he had calmed down a little.
"Yeah?" I asked pulling away.
"Sorry about the mess..." he replied sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it Sherly, it's fine!" I said ruffling his hair and starting to repack my clothes.
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"Mycroft! Time to go!" I heard father shout up the stairs some time after Sherlock and I had packed up my clothes.
Sherlock was sitting in my lap in silence while we waited for the inevitable. When he heard father's voice he whimpered slightly and buried his face in my shirt.
"Shh... It's okay... I'll come back..." I whispered as I gently rose to my feet carrying Sherlock in my arms.
"Myc... please..." he whispered, tears threatening to fall.
"Do you want to come with?'' I asked hoping that by delaying the inevitable he would forget his sadness for the moment.
"Can I?" he asked perking up a bit.
"I don't see why not!" I said as I set him down and picked up my bags. He took my violin and we both trudged down the stairs and out to the waiting car in silence.
"Sherlock wants to come see me off." I told father as I sat Sherlock next to me in the car and buckled him in.
"Fine." I heard father say before he turned his attention to the road and began to drive.
The car ride was long and tedious. After the first couple minutes Sherlock looked like he was going to nod off so I pulled out a pillow I had packed and set it on my lap so he could sleep. I absently ran my fingers through his dark curls while I looked at the country side flying by my window.
At one point father looked at me through his review mirror and scoffed.
"What?" I asked incredulously but quiet enough not to wake Sherlock.
"I always knew you were weak." he replied as I continued to run my fingers through Sherlock's hair.
"Weak? I love Sherlock, he's my brother! I would do anything for him. Unlike you, you don't even love him and I am questioning your reasoning for having kids if your just going to hate them!" I shot back icily before returning to my window.
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"Sherlock?" I asked quietly as I shook my little brother awake.
We were a couple minutes away from Baskerville and I thought now would be a good time to wake him up so he wasn't falling in and out of sleep inside the school.
"Myc?" he asked as he slowly opened his eyes and yawned.
"Yeah?"
"Where are we?" he asked yawning again.
"Almost to Baskerville." I replied. His eyes got wide and he flung his arms around me.
"I thought it was a dream... why couldn't it be a dream?" he whispered into my coat as we pulled up to the school.
"Sherlock we need to get out now. Can you help e carry in my bags?" I asked seriously as I unbuckled our seat belts and opened the door. He nodded and I began handing him light bags to set outside the car.
Sherlock carried my violin and another bag while my hands were full with at least four bags each, father didn't even offer to help.
We walked into what seemed to be the office of the school and I set my bags down momentarily while I joined father at the desk.
"I'm Mr. Holmes and this is my son Mycroft. We are here to drop off him and his things." my father stated to the secretary behind the desk.
"Ah yes Mr. Holmes. If you would just wait a moment while I find Mycroft's roommate I'll be right with you!" said a very petite little woman who then proceeded to run off in a hurry.
My father was a very impatient man.
"I'm leaving you here. Sherlock and I will be going now, I trust you can find your way to your room?" he said as he made his way to the door and back to the car.
Sherlock just stood there, eyes wide open in... fear.
Fear of me not coming back.
I knelt to one knee and opened my arms.
He closed his eyes and ran into them, crying.
"Sherlock I swear, I will come home. But you must promise me something." I said pulling myself away long enough to look him in the eye. "Whatever father tells you about people, and weakness and anything. Promise me you won't listen, promise me you'll be strong! Can you do that?" I asked. He nodded and I smiled.
A boy my age tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Greg Lestrade, your roommate. I'm to show you to the dorm, do you need help carrying anything?" I smiled, he looked like a nice kid.
"That would be great thank you!" I replied and picked up my bags.
Sherlock hugged me one last time and whispered something in my ear before running out the door and joining father in the car.
"Once a pirate, always a pirate."