It is always awkward when your older brother bleaches his hair, pierces his eyebrow, and starts acting like a typical teenager. Except he's a genius.
Sherlock wasn't really all that sure why Mummy was so upset when Mycroft decided to celebrate his 17th birthday the way he did. He personally thought that Mycroft looked stupid and wasn't afraid to say so.
"You look stupid," said Sherlock. Mycroft sighed.
"It's what all my friends are doing," he whined. "I don't see why you and Dad and Mummy are making such a big deal out of it."
"You're friends are stupid," Sherlock said before turning back to his frog guts experiment.
Mummy thought that it was just a passing phase, and really it was. Passing phases are a little awkward, though, when you find out that your older brother had decided it would be a good idea to hack into the MST3K forum board and make all the posts read "Joel is the best and can never be replaced by that faker Mike."
"MYCROFT HOLMES, WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Mycroft sunk into the chair of shame. Mummy could be scary sometimes.
"I just wanted to-"
"I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR EXCUSES, YOUNG MAN. YOU ARE GOING TO STOP THIS TEENAGE NONSENSE RIGHT NOW OR YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO GO TO THE LIBRARY FOR A MONTH!"
"What?" Mycroft was livid enough to actually stand up from the chair of shame. "No library for a MONTH? Mummy, that's not fair!"
"Yes, it is," said Sherlock. Mycroft very maturely stuck out his tongue at his brother. Mummy gave him The Eyebrow. Yes, the capitalization is necessary. Mycroft sunk right through the posh marble floor.
"Sorry, Mummy," he said. The next day he had dyed his hair back to black, bought a three-piece suit and a brolly, and had removed the piercing. Sherlock still swore that he could see it.
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Sherlock wasn't really all that sure why Mummy was so upset when Mycroft decided to celebrate his 17th birthday the way he did. He personally thought that Mycroft looked stupid and wasn't afraid to say so.
"You look stupid," said Sherlock. Mycroft sighed.
"It's what all my friends are doing," he whined. "I don't see why you and Dad and Mummy are making such a big deal out of it."
"You're friends are stupid," Sherlock said before turning back to his frog guts experiment.
Mummy thought that it was just a passing phase, and really it was. Passing phases are a little awkward, though, when you find out that your older brother had decided it would be a good idea to hack into the MST3K forum board and make all the posts read "Joel is the best and can never be replaced by that faker Mike."
"MYCROFT HOLMES, WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Mycroft sunk into the chair of shame. Mummy could be scary sometimes.
"I just wanted to-"
"I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR EXCUSES, YOUNG MAN. YOU ARE GOING TO STOP THIS TEENAGE NONSENSE RIGHT NOW OR YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO GO TO THE LIBRARY FOR A MONTH!"
"What?" Mycroft was livid enough to actually stand up from the chair of shame. "No library for a MONTH? Mummy, that's not fair!"
"Yes, it is," said Sherlock. Mycroft very maturely stuck out his tongue at his brother. Mummy gave him The Eyebrow. Yes, the capitalization is necessary. Mycroft sunk right through the posh marble floor.
"Sorry, Mummy," he said. The next day he had dyed his hair back to black, bought a three-piece suit and a brolly, and had removed the piercing. Sherlock still swore that he could see it.