Monday's Child: Part 2- Full Of Grace
Title: Monday's Child
Rating: PG-13/T
Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
Pairings: some inconsequential background, possible future John/Sherlock
Genre: Introspection
Summary: Monday's child is fair of face/Tuesday's child is full of grace/Wednesday's child is full of woe/Thursday's child has far to go/Friday's child is loving and giving/Saturday's child must work hard for a living/But the child who is born on the Sabbath day/Is bonny and bright and blithe and gay
Beauty, grace, woe, steadfastness, stubbornness, love, a giving nature, hard work, perseverance, brightness, happiness, joy. Seven short character studies, seven days of the week.
WARNINGS: children's nursery rhymes, death of minor character
Thanks to my darling Charlie- thegingerpanda, for bolstering my flagging spirits when this drabble refused to be written like a million times.
Mycroft Holmes has always been possessed of grace under fire. As lesser men have been known to say, he keeps his shit together spectacularly. He rarely loses his cool and most of the incidents wherein he has, have been tracked down to something that his brother has done. Mummy was always impressed with the level of calm he displayed even dealing with a brother seven years younger than he.
Really, when he was thirteen and Sherlock six, he'd absolutely doted on the boy, so bright and eager to learn. Sherlock had equally adored him with all the simple love of a small boy for his much older brother. That was before Sherlock turned into a sulky teenager and Mycroft went off to uni. Sherlock always acted as if Mycroft had betrayed him and to be honest, Mycroft sometimes wishes he'd visited more. The bullying situation Sherlock had undergone had, to all accounts, been awful.
It also hadn’t helped that, when Sherlock was twelve and Mycroft nineteen, their father died. That made Sherlock worse than ever - Father, St. John Holmes, had been the calming influence in the family since Mycroft had left. Mummy, Esmerelda Terrell-Holmes, was not the calmest of personalities, given to an eccentricity that she had passed on to Sherlock. Mycroft had been new to his rather tenuous position in the government and he hadn’t had much time to take off for his family. (Sometimes he thinks that he really should have insisted that they move to London, instead of staying out in Sussex.)
It had been a personal blow to Mycroft as well as Mummy and Sherlock. He had grown up idolizing his father. (When Sherlock was little, he’d wanted to be a pirate. When Mycroft had been little he’d solemnly told his father one day that he wanted to be Father when he grew up.)
This grace has helped him through his rise in the ranks of the government admirably. Everyone has always remarked favorably about it, taking things completely in stride and implementing whatever contingency plan he has already had in place. (Having such a troublesome younger brother has taught him to prepare for every situation, no matter how strange.)
Social graces are something that Sherlock has never quite grasped (or wanted to grasp), but Mycroft can be quite adept at them. If the situation calls for it. If not, he is quite content to act as he sees fit. There is another sort of grace to Mycroft, one honed by years of careful instruction and example by his parents. He can be as sedate as a house-cat one moment and dangerous as a leopard the next. The grace with which he slips into either role has given him the advantage many times, throwing people so badly off-balance that they slip up, revealing things they meant to keep concealed. This is the grace of a predator, plain and simple.
He is a mannered and well-bred predator, however. Leave the madness and running about to dear Sherlock, he likes it better anyway.
Rating: PG-13/T
Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
Pairings: some inconsequential background, possible future John/Sherlock
Genre: Introspection
Summary: Monday's child is fair of face/Tuesday's child is full of grace/Wednesday's child is full of woe/Thursday's child has far to go/Friday's child is loving and giving/Saturday's child must work hard for a living/But the child who is born on the Sabbath day/Is bonny and bright and blithe and gay
Beauty, grace, woe, steadfastness, stubbornness, love, a giving nature, hard work, perseverance, brightness, happiness, joy. Seven short character studies, seven days of the week.
WARNINGS: children's nursery rhymes, death of minor character
Thanks to my darling Charlie- thegingerpanda, for bolstering my flagging spirits when this drabble refused to be written like a million times.
Mycroft Holmes has always been possessed of grace under fire. As lesser men have been known to say, he keeps his shit together spectacularly. He rarely loses his cool and most of the incidents wherein he has, have been tracked down to something that his brother has done. Mummy was always impressed with the level of calm he displayed even dealing with a brother seven years younger than he.
Really, when he was thirteen and Sherlock six, he'd absolutely doted on the boy, so bright and eager to learn. Sherlock had equally adored him with all the simple love of a small boy for his much older brother. That was before Sherlock turned into a sulky teenager and Mycroft went off to uni. Sherlock always acted as if Mycroft had betrayed him and to be honest, Mycroft sometimes wishes he'd visited more. The bullying situation Sherlock had undergone had, to all accounts, been awful.
It also hadn’t helped that, when Sherlock was twelve and Mycroft nineteen, their father died. That made Sherlock worse than ever - Father, St. John Holmes, had been the calming influence in the family since Mycroft had left. Mummy, Esmerelda Terrell-Holmes, was not the calmest of personalities, given to an eccentricity that she had passed on to Sherlock. Mycroft had been new to his rather tenuous position in the government and he hadn’t had much time to take off for his family. (Sometimes he thinks that he really should have insisted that they move to London, instead of staying out in Sussex.)
It had been a personal blow to Mycroft as well as Mummy and Sherlock. He had grown up idolizing his father. (When Sherlock was little, he’d wanted to be a pirate. When Mycroft had been little he’d solemnly told his father one day that he wanted to be Father when he grew up.)
This grace has helped him through his rise in the ranks of the government admirably. Everyone has always remarked favorably about it, taking things completely in stride and implementing whatever contingency plan he has already had in place. (Having such a troublesome younger brother has taught him to prepare for every situation, no matter how strange.)
Social graces are something that Sherlock has never quite grasped (or wanted to grasp), but Mycroft can be quite adept at them. If the situation calls for it. If not, he is quite content to act as he sees fit. There is another sort of grace to Mycroft, one honed by years of careful instruction and example by his parents. He can be as sedate as a house-cat one moment and dangerous as a leopard the next. The grace with which he slips into either role has given him the advantage many times, throwing people so badly off-balance that they slip up, revealing things they meant to keep concealed. This is the grace of a predator, plain and simple.
He is a mannered and well-bred predator, however. Leave the madness and running about to dear Sherlock, he likes it better anyway.