Fic: Little Crime Scenes For Junior Detectives
Title: Little Crime Scenes For Junior Detectives
Author: AnnieVH
Summary: Sherlock gets a very special Christmas present.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: humor, family
Characters or Pairing: Sherlock, Mycroft, Mommy and Father
Prompts: Sherlock, (no pairing), white Christmas by seraphine-snape (always a pleasure doing business with you, honey!)
Warning: there is a brief description of a crime scene and dead animals.
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: don't own, just play with them and then return them safely home.
NOTE 2: Once again, sorry flist for my delay on the Bunny Fic Meme. persikay, you're next!
Sherlock opened the red box and there was a collective gasp from the entire family.
Mother covered her mouth with her hands, horrified, and gave her husband a very furious look. How could he have been so careless?
Father, terrified at what had happened, tried very hard not to look at his wife. The sight of blood and violence was easier to stare at.
Mycroft was the first to rush to his little brother and rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, Sherlock, it happens sometimes."
Sherlock sighs, "Wow."
"Yes," Father said, breathless. "Yes, an accident. Sorry, son."
"You had to put them in the same box, didn't you?" Mother tutted.
"You just said to poke holes in it," Father replied, a little upset at the remark and struggling to keep his voice low. "I didn't expect them to..."
"Anyway!" Mycroft interrupted, sensing the eminent fight. "I'm sure we can drop by the pet store tomorrow, maybe pick up new ones."
Sherlock looked back at his brother, "Pick new ones?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Mycroft looked at his brother in confusion for a moment, "Well, little brother, these are... you see, they are... dead."
"I know!"
Well, that wasn't a shock, anyone could see the pets were dead - very dead indeed. One of them had lost a paw, and that was laying on the opposite side of the box, while the other one had blood coming out of his eyes. No need to be a genius kid to know there would be no playing with fluffy things that Christmas morning.
However, the expression of pure joy on Sherlock's face was a real shock, and a big one.
"They battled each other to death" Sherlock explained. "Look at the blood splatter pattern, is just like my books, oh, dad, thank you, thank you, it's the best Christmas present! Thank you so much! I cannot wait to figure out what happened!"
Father couldn't say anything for a moment. Had his eight year old son just told him his favorite Christmas present - ever! - had been a bloody box of dead pets? Last year Santa Claus had brought a bike, for crying out loud!
"You're... welcomed."
"And can I open them up later?"
"I... what?"
"Please, dad! I promise not to make a mess!" He turned to Mother. "Can I, Mommy, please?"
There was no answer from Mother as well because she was trying to understand just what was happening. And as with everything else that concerns their younger son, Father and Mother raised their equally dumb looks to Mycroft, expecting he'd provide a suitable answer.
Mycroft rolled his eyes and gave his brother the obvious permission, "Of course, Sherlock. But not with the kitchen knives. Why don't you go get your magnifying glass and a notebook and write everything you see down? Tomorrow, we can buy the... suitable tools for the autopsy."
"Thank you, Mycroft," he answered, with an even bigger smile. "And thank you, daddy and mommy, I loved it!"
And with that final statement, he rushed through the door and vanished up the stairs with very loud footsteps.
It wasn't until everything had quieted down and he had found the look of bewilderment on his wife' eyes that Father dared to brag, "See? I told you every boy likes hamsters."
**Fim**
Author: AnnieVH
Summary: Sherlock gets a very special Christmas present.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: humor, family
Characters or Pairing: Sherlock, Mycroft, Mommy and Father
Prompts: Sherlock, (no pairing), white Christmas by seraphine-snape (always a pleasure doing business with you, honey!)
Warning: there is a brief description of a crime scene and dead animals.
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: don't own, just play with them and then return them safely home.
NOTE 2: Once again, sorry flist for my delay on the Bunny Fic Meme. persikay, you're next!
Sherlock opened the red box and there was a collective gasp from the entire family.
Mother covered her mouth with her hands, horrified, and gave her husband a very furious look. How could he have been so careless?
Father, terrified at what had happened, tried very hard not to look at his wife. The sight of blood and violence was easier to stare at.
Mycroft was the first to rush to his little brother and rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, Sherlock, it happens sometimes."
Sherlock sighs, "Wow."
"Yes," Father said, breathless. "Yes, an accident. Sorry, son."
"You had to put them in the same box, didn't you?" Mother tutted.
"You just said to poke holes in it," Father replied, a little upset at the remark and struggling to keep his voice low. "I didn't expect them to..."
"Anyway!" Mycroft interrupted, sensing the eminent fight. "I'm sure we can drop by the pet store tomorrow, maybe pick up new ones."
Sherlock looked back at his brother, "Pick new ones?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Mycroft looked at his brother in confusion for a moment, "Well, little brother, these are... you see, they are... dead."
"I know!"
Well, that wasn't a shock, anyone could see the pets were dead - very dead indeed. One of them had lost a paw, and that was laying on the opposite side of the box, while the other one had blood coming out of his eyes. No need to be a genius kid to know there would be no playing with fluffy things that Christmas morning.
However, the expression of pure joy on Sherlock's face was a real shock, and a big one.
"They battled each other to death" Sherlock explained. "Look at the blood splatter pattern, is just like my books, oh, dad, thank you, thank you, it's the best Christmas present! Thank you so much! I cannot wait to figure out what happened!"
Father couldn't say anything for a moment. Had his eight year old son just told him his favorite Christmas present - ever! - had been a bloody box of dead pets? Last year Santa Claus had brought a bike, for crying out loud!
"You're... welcomed."
"And can I open them up later?"
"I... what?"
"Please, dad! I promise not to make a mess!" He turned to Mother. "Can I, Mommy, please?"
There was no answer from Mother as well because she was trying to understand just what was happening. And as with everything else that concerns their younger son, Father and Mother raised their equally dumb looks to Mycroft, expecting he'd provide a suitable answer.
Mycroft rolled his eyes and gave his brother the obvious permission, "Of course, Sherlock. But not with the kitchen knives. Why don't you go get your magnifying glass and a notebook and write everything you see down? Tomorrow, we can buy the... suitable tools for the autopsy."
"Thank you, Mycroft," he answered, with an even bigger smile. "And thank you, daddy and mommy, I loved it!"
And with that final statement, he rushed through the door and vanished up the stairs with very loud footsteps.
It wasn't until everything had quieted down and he had found the look of bewilderment on his wife' eyes that Father dared to brag, "See? I told you every boy likes hamsters."
**Fim**