First Deductions

The Science of Deduction

The small Holmes flat filled with the smell of toast, cooking eggs, and frying bacon; the one thing Mrs. Holmes was actually good at making.

While she cooked Mycroft studied for his Hogwarts mid-term exam, and Sherlock read the newspaper on the living room floor.

''Boys?'' Ms. Lillian called from the kitchen ''I'm bringing supper out now!''

She swished into the sitting room carrying two plates of eggs and bacon on toast. She knelt down beside Sherlock and set down one of the plates on the newspapers edge.

''What's new?'' she asked.

Not looking up from the article, Sherlock replied blandly ''Well, a boy named Carl Powers downed in a swimming competition. The police say he was paralyzed when he drowned, and are calling it an accident. But I think...'' he paused, ''Well I'm not quite sure yet.''

Still kneeling she scanned the article, and sure enough, it was as Sherlock said, she also read that he had a medical condition.

She dropped a kiss on her sons curly head, and walked over to the coffee table where a paper bomb had exploded. She cleared a space and dropped her last plate off and took in the look of concentration on Mycroft's face. She said nothing but dropped a kiss on top his head.

After supper Sherlock was tired from the days excursions, so of course he changed into his night clothes. Brushed his teeth. And combed his hair. 

Crawling into his narrow bed in the room he and Mycroft shared, he pulled out his book in progress: The Science of Deduction. He fingered the leather binding but put it back on the bed side table.

He was about to turn off the lamp beside his bed when his mom appeared in the doorway.

''Sherlock?'' she said leaning against the doorframe. ''Are you alright? I mean are you really alright about being...'' She paused before choking out the rest  ''Expelled?''

''Yeah, I'm okay. To be honest, I didn't really like Xaviers''

"I know. I should have realized earlier that you and Mycroft aren't the same person, and that you have your own path to follow."

"That means a lot to me mother. Thank you." Sherlock's eyes stung slightly at his mothers touching words. "Beside's I honestly didn't like going there, like I said before. Plus the only people who went there were stupid gits." 

Laughter burst from Mrs. Holmes lips as she walked over to Sherlock's bed.

''Yes, I do suppose there are smart gits out and about in the world.'' She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.

''Goodnight Sherlock, dream well.'' She whispered with a smile as she reached over and flicked off the lamp.

''Mother?'' Sherlock asked before she left the room. ''Yes.'' she replied. ''Since I don't have school tomorrow, can you drive me up to the Carl Power crime scene?" He asked

"Why?" She questioned. 

​"The ‘accident’ theory is completely preposterous.’’ He said with a grin. ‘’It was murder.’’  

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