William Sherlock Scott Holmes. He detested his full name as much as his powers.
His parents were free spirited but intelligent people. His mother a professor and his father a businessman. They were jolly, down to earth, but otherwise strict.
So to have not one but two genius level children were not beyond their means but overwhelming. It didn't help that Sherlock ended up being born a mutant.
His parents didn't know, oh no, neither did Mycroft because his powers were as unorthodox as himself.
Sherlock would cause 'chaos' sort to speak. Catastrophes, misfortunes, death. Incidents that weren't obvious but could be shrugged off as coincidences.
He discovered through grueling trials that it would only happen when he was upset. His brother Mycroft accidentally being burned by splattering grease while his mother made dinner after discovering him eating his favourite snack. A bookcase falling on a teacher that refused to admit he was right on a mathematical matter. He couldn't seem to delete the one incident that caused a school bus to crash horribly due to a few boys bullying him when he first started schooling. Prompting his parents to drive him and keep a regard on his well being.
Sherlock wondered did his brother believe him to be a mutant or only saw what he wanted to see. He never asked and honestly he didn't want to know. He refused to call it 'magic' but having full control over chaos and probability was discording and beyond the means of science.
Frustrating.
He tried to control his ability and found out that he could use it to make positive results, either with math calculations of the probabilities or by mental focus. His father succeeding in a business deal. His mother finding a few pounds on the ground. Mycroft sharing his dessert with him.
Still Sherlock didn't have full control over his powers which prompted him to find outside matters.
He first went to Doctor Strange and after arrangements (with a little subterfuge) only spent a whole week with the man before he dismissed him as a foolish poppy cock idiot at the age of sixteen.
Wrath of the machines 4/?
His parents were free spirited but intelligent people. His mother a professor and his father a businessman. They were jolly, down to earth, but otherwise strict.
So to have not one but two genius level children were not beyond their means but overwhelming. It didn't help that Sherlock ended up being born a mutant.
His parents didn't know, oh no, neither did Mycroft because his powers were as unorthodox as himself.
Sherlock would cause 'chaos' sort to speak. Catastrophes, misfortunes, death. Incidents that weren't obvious but could be shrugged off as coincidences.
He discovered through grueling trials that it would only happen when he was upset. His brother Mycroft accidentally being burned by splattering grease while his mother made dinner after discovering him eating his favourite snack. A bookcase falling on a teacher that refused to admit he was right on a mathematical matter. He couldn't seem to delete the one incident that caused a school bus to crash horribly due to a few boys bullying him when he first started schooling. Prompting his parents to drive him and keep a regard on his well being.
Sherlock wondered did his brother believe him to be a mutant or only saw what he wanted to see. He never asked and honestly he didn't want to know. He refused to call it 'magic' but having full control over chaos and probability was discording and beyond the means of science.
Frustrating.
He tried to control his ability and found out that he could use it to make positive results, either with math calculations of the probabilities or by mental focus. His father succeeding in a business deal. His mother finding a few pounds on the ground. Mycroft sharing his dessert with him.
Still Sherlock didn't have full control over his powers which prompted him to find outside matters.
He first went to Doctor Strange and after arrangements (with a little subterfuge) only spent a whole week with the man before he dismissed him as a foolish poppy cock idiot at the age of sixteen.