Hello :) Yeah, yeah I know! Before is the least original name for a Baby!lock ever but whatever!

Sorry if you were reading some of my previous stories that I deleted but I had to because they were becoming like a chore instead of a break!

Enjoy this new story!

It was July 1977. Mycroft was ten years old. He was also out in the garden, his favourite place in the world. He lived in a fairly big house – bigger than most of his friend's houses. Much, much bigger than David's – but David was stupid and deserved a stupid house.

Mycroft liked being alone. That's why he spent most of his time down there as it was half an acre away from the house, away from his nasty aunt who looked after him whilst Mummy was in hospital.

She was having a baby.

Mycroft was unsure about having a younger sibling. He would have to share all of his things. His books, smurfs and even his… umbrella…

The thought was skin crawling. He clutched his brolly. It was in the style of a frog with its eyes sticking up on the top.

It was raining – completely tipping. Mycroft was doing a rain dance in his green, spotty wellingtons. The dance basically consisted of spinning in circles, jumping in puddles and hopping up and down, he repeated the routine over and over again until he got mud on his trousers, Mummy hated mud so, so did Mycroft.

He stopped abruptly as he saw his aunt watching him in the distance. Had Mummy come home? Maybe she wasn't really having a baby but had just eaten too many cakes… or something…

Mycroft had seen the scans. But there was still hope. It didn't really look like a baby anyway – more like a jelly bean.

Maybe Mummy had given birth to a giant cashew nut…

They could have it for tea.

Mycroft took off his wellies and lined them up neatly with the rest of the shoes by the back door. He put down his umbrella and stepped inside.

"I hope your trousers aren't muddy." said Aunt Jane. Mycroft ignored her. As if he would ever make a mess!

Mummy was waiting for him in the front room. He ran up to her and grabbed her round the waist.

Then he saw it.

It was at in a baby carrier, looking at Mycroft with wonder.

It looked like Yoda.

"Can we name it Yoda?" he asked, Mummy had taken him to see Star Wars in May, she didn't like it but Mycroft thought it was alright. That was the last time that it would ever be just him and Mummy.

"Don't be silly, Mycroft" Mother said, tapping him on the head. Mycroft brushed his hair back into place with his fingers, biting his lip.

"What about… Doctor?"

"That's not a real name! Besides I've already named him." She told him.

"What?" the ten year old sulked.

"Sherlock. Sherlock James Holmes."

Why couldn't she just name them something ordinary like Ben or John?

"Where's Daddy?"

"He's coming," Mummy reassured him.

"But you said that when I visited you in the hospital last week.

"Then he'll be back soon."

Sherlock suddenly began to bawl. Mycroft jumped back in shock.

He didn't like this Sherlock.

So what do you think? I also don't know what other category to put it in other than family - any ideas?

Thank you and I hope you will enjoy chapter two!

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