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“The basement of Fynn’s Buchter is not a suitable place to be trapped for 5 hours.”

That was all Sherlock had said on the matter after Mycroft had rescued him.

Mycroft, however… had said nothing so far.

That in itself was enough to put up a red-flag in Sherlock’s mind.

It was nearly half-past three in the morning, and the elder Holmes boy was escorting is little brother home in the chauffeured family car.

It was one of the most awkward car rides Sherlock had ever had in his life… but it was certainly not the first. Probably wouldn’t be the last, either.

‘How many times has Mycroft saved me now?’ Sherlock wondered. Though he was quick to push that thought from his mind, having no intention of embracing the sharp pang of guilt that struck him when he thought about it.

The car slowed to a stop, and the Holmes boys slid out of the car together. Mycroft kept his hand firmly planted on Sherlock’s small shoulder, and by the strength of his grip, it didn’t seem like he planned to ease up until they were back inside.

Sherlock stomped up the steps petulantly as they made their way to the front door. He was desperately trying to inject some of their usual ‘routine’ into this whole (oddly tense) scenario… but the only result was his stomach dropping a bit when Mycroft still didn’t comment or chastise him.

He waited quietly while Mycroft unlocked the door, and ushered him inside.

Once there, Mycroft slipped Sherlock’s coat off his shoulders, and hung it up nearby.

“Mother expects you at breakfast. She will share her thoughts on your behaviour tomorrow morning.”

Sherlock nodded slowly, but didn’t speak.

He expected the sigh of his name. A disappointed head shake.

Anything, really… but his brother’s arms wrapping around his shoulders. He almost loomed over Sherlock with their height difference; it made the younger Holmes feel safe and suffocated all at once.

“…How do I keep you safe, Sherlock?” Mycroft whispered. It sounded like a genuine plea…

So the moment Sherlock felt tears stinging his eyes, he shoved his way out of his brother’s arms and walked toward the stairs. Defense - turn guilt to anger.

“You can’t… I don’t want you to.” He hissed quietly as he shuffled up the grand staircase and out of sight. 

Mycroft remained on the ground, kneeling at the bottom of the stairs.

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|| anotherbohemiansoul asked: Just wanted to say, I’m loving your kid!lock series at moment, it’s sheer brilliance! :D & I was just wondering, would you ever consider doing one of kid!Mycroft helping out or being all protective of his little brother? (Basically, just a bit of brotherly love)

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