Random Sherlock Things

Caring Is Not An Advantage

Kidlock (Sherlock's about 10 in this and Mycroft is in his late teens.)

Confusion. Hurt. Sadness. And pain. That was a Sherlock felt. He sat in the waiting room of the vets. Waiting for Redbeard to come back, so they could play pirates again like they used to. But Redbeard wasn't coming back. And deep down, Sherlock knew. His only friend had left him so suddenly, he didn't know how to respond. There were too many emotions flying through his head as he tried to think of a logical solution. But his emotions over came him. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek.

"Sherlock." There stood Mycroft, towering above Sherlock. Sherlock wanted so desperately to run up to Mycroft and hug him, for his big brother to comfort him, tell him everything's going to be ok. But Mycroft wasn't like that. He didn't comfort. He didn't sympathize. He didn't hug. All he did was judge. Cold hard judgement. "Don't cry. It shows weakness." Sherlock hesitated before wiping his cheek and composing himself. He'd always tried to make his brother proud of him. Nothing seemed to work. No matter how smart he got, his emotions still took over. He was a child. He couldn't lock away his emotions like Mycroft could. Not yet.

"Caring is not an advantage Sherlock. You will learn that in years to come." Sherlock showed the slightest resistance, as if he wanted to keep feeling emotions, but slowly his eyes went blank and he nodded. Sherlock, now seemingly void of emotion, didn't look up when the vet came out with a grave look on his face. "I'm sorry Sherlock. He's-" "Dead. I know." The vet gave a sympathetic look and knelt down to make eye contact with the small boy. "I know this is hard, but it gets bette-" "Shut up." "Excuse me?" "What? Your simple mind can't comprehend a simple phrase? I said shut up." "Now I know you're angry but liste-" "NO.I-i.... I don't care. I don't need friends. I'm smarter than everyone else. It'd just be boring." The vet looked slightly scared and walked back into the room he came out of. Mycroft gave a hum of approval. "Right then. Mother will be expecting us to be present for dinner. Come along now Sherlock." Sherlock simply nodded and followed his brother to the taxi.

After Season 2 Ending
Confusion. Pain. That's what Sherlock felt now. Something that he hadn't felt in a while. Ever since John had stumbled into his life, Sherlock had tried showing more sympathy. John seemed to like it when he did. In a way, John brought out the best in Sherlock. He made Sherlock feel wanted. Appreciated. Not that it mattered now. Now Sherlock was crouched on a chair in Mycroft's house, alone. He'd see John again, he was certain, but how he was going to last the months, years possibly, without John escaped his furious mind. He buried his head in his knees as he thought about John. "You see little brother. I'm always right." Sherlock looked up at his big brother. No sympathy was shown in his judgemental stare. "Caring is not and advantage."