Fic: 221B - With the right kind of support

[anarion]

Title: With the right kind of support
Words: a 221B has 221 words and ends with a b-word
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings : Sherlock/John
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: ‘365 days of 221Bs’ challenge: a prompt a day, given by atlinmerrick. Day 266.




Previous 221b: Grey areas


Today's prompt: goals

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With the right kind of support


Mycroft knew that all his classmates hated watching after their little siblings, thought themselves above their childish plays and ideas; but he - although he’d rather die than admit it - liked spending time with Sherlock. Then again, Sherlock was not like other three-year-old children.

It was a sunny Sunday and they were spending it in the park. Sherlock was busy studying different kinds of insects and he made Mycroft write down all his discoveries, giving orders in his clear, young voice.

On their way back he climbed onto a wall as high as his head (Mycroft might have given him a little help) and balanced on it with a look of intense concentration. Being afraid of heights himself Mycroft felt oddly proud of his little brother and his balancing act.

Sherlock jumped down and smiled at Mycroft.

“You try it now! It’s fun.”

“I’m too old to walk on walls.”

“That’s not true! I will walk on walls all my life.”

He cocked his little head and gazed at Mycroft pensively.

“You don’t have to be scared. I’ll hold your hand!”

Mycroft looked at his little brother, at the trust in his eyes, and he swallowed his fears, took Sherlock’s hand and stepped onto the wall, because he wanted Sherlock to stay that way forever, all confident, fearless and bold.



Next 221b: Once upon a time


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AN:
The prompt was 'goals'.

This little ficlet was inspired by two persons.
When Atlin and I were waiting for a bus, there was a little boy with his grandmother. She had a cane and when he asked her if they could go up to the upper deck she said that they couldn't. He looked at her and said that he was going to hold her hand if she walked with him to the upper deck of the bus. It was the cutest thing ever!
The other person is my dad, who – when I was a little girl - climbed on a huge horse despite being scared to death by horses because I asked him to. He saw that I wasn’t afraid and he feared that I might become afraid because he was. So he swallowed his fear and climbed on the horse. I still love riding tall horses. Thank you, dad! <3







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Comments

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

Aww, so sweet, and I mean the fic AND the AN. Your young Sherlock and Mycroft are adorable and I like the way they love and trust each other very much. I don't know why but I love that you mention Sherlock clear, young voice when he gives his brother orders.

Mycroft succeeded, Sherlock will always be all confident, fearless and bold. And he'll walk on walls all his life. And sometimes he'll fall. Damn.

Also, you have a wonderful dad! :-)

[anarion.livejournal.com]

And sometimes he'll fall. Damn.
Atlin said that you'd find Reichenbach in here. ;)

[chocolamousse.livejournal.com]

There was a time when certain people *coughs* blamed me for finding saucy innuendos everywhere. Now it's Reichenfally innuendos that I find everywhere. I think it's because I've matured. *nods wisely* Also, I still find saucy innuendos everywhere because I keep young at heart.

[treelight.livejournal.com]

That was wonderful and very inspiring!
I hope, I'll remember this little story when I'm afraid of something the nex time or when I see somebody being afraid.

[eglantine-br.livejournal.com]

Yes that is beautiful.

When I was a little girl I caught garter snakes sometimes. They are so pretty! They are a lovely clear brown, like a river full of oak leaves, and they have two bright yellow stripes down the back. They are very shy and hard to grab, but I sometimes managed. Sometimes they bit me. They are not venomous, but still...

I ran into the house one day to show mom a snake handing off my hand, his teeth buried in the spot between my fingers and thumb.

"He's just scared." Mom said. "He thinks you are going to eat him. Go outside and put your hand flat on the ground. He will let go and run away."

She was right of course. It was not until I grew up, that she told me that snakes scared her. Just like your dad and the horse.

[kizzia.livejournal.com]

Dammit, you just made me tear up!
Can I, possibly, borrow that image of Sherlock and Mycroft and the wall? I'd like to make a somewhat obleque reference to it in one of the fics I'm working on at the moment (something like - it's just like walking on a wall, Sherlock - when Mycroft needs Sherlock to trust him)?
The fic might never see the light of day but this just went ping into my brain and now I can't get past it!

[anarion.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure. If it helps you write! :)

Sorry for the watery eyes. (Not really *haha*)

[atlinmerrick.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful.

But you already knew how I feel about this one...

[titc.livejournal.com]

♥

[tracionn.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaww, sniffsobsniff, this is so lovely!!
And Mycroft did well, didn't he? Sherlock grew up being/staying all this.

[verityburns.livejournal.com]

That's brilliant - and I LOVE your Author's Note. Makes me glad I worked so hard to conceal my fear of spiders from my boys!

[rox712.livejournal.com]

Don't you dare make me fall in love with Mycroft Holmes, young lady!! *sobs*

(most beautiful AN ever!)