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Wherein we witness the
trialstriumphs and tribulations of Mycroft Holmes, aged 11.
It's summer, it's the 1980s. The young Holmeses spend a night out star-gazing, because young Sherlock loves the stars like he loves his brother Mycroft.
From chapter 5:
God, it was dark! Really dark! The rope scraped against Mycroft's forearm and thigh as he moved along it. The rough contact through the fabric of his jeans and jumper acted as an anchor in the pitch-black sea surrounding him, and he found his breathing quietening down a bit. A few feet across the roof, he heard a small voice behind him, “Mycroft...?”
“I'm here, Sherlock. It's all fine. I shan't be long.”
The night air carried a minute whiny noise that Sherlock would probably later vigorously deny to have made. Mycroft suppressed a sigh, turned and scrambled back to where his brother sat in the open window.
“It's dark,” said Sherlock timidly. Being a tough pirate was really hard sometimes, it seemed.
Holmes brothers' childhood. One starlit night. Absolutely enchanting... ❤️