Mycroft had been hearing his mother scream for 3 hours. It was getting old. When was it going to be here? It wasn't like he was glad it was coming, but maybe it would end this boredom.

His father came out to check on him every few minutes and told him things like, 'it will be fine', 'Mommy is okay'. Really. Mycroft couldn't care less whether his mother was okay. He just want to see 'it'.

He was bored. He had already entertained himself with everything possible in the waiting room. He read all the tabloids and found out everything new about all the celebrities. Not that he cared though, they all had such petty little lives. He had flipped through the channels, nothing good except Star Trek, but it went off as soon as he got to that channel. He even flirted with a nurse. It to, was dull. She treated him like a baby, not as a possible mate. Everyone treated him that way. It wasn't fair! He was old enough to be treated like an adult, at the mature age of 7.

"Myke, its time." It was his father. The stupid oaf. At least the oaf would take him to see the thing now.

His mother was in the hospital bed holding the tiny squirming thing. He walked up to her, curious. As he came closer his mother patted his head. "Myke, his name is Sherlock."

Sherlock blinked. Mycroft stared at his tiny eyes. They seemed to be studying him. Mycroft began to feel like his secrets were going to be uncovered. Then he realized he was looking at a baby. Mycroft smiled. His secrets were safe with Sherlock.

His mother saw the smile, the first one Mycroft had had in a long time. "What do you think of your new baby brother, Mycroft?"

He grinned even bigger. "I hate him." He blinked twice to look innocent.

His parents looked astonished. "You hate him?"

He nodded.

"Myke...,"

The young boy walked proudly out of the room. He had caused his stupid parents to be confused. He already loved the baby, and felt very protective over him. Mycroft could tell that Sherlock was going to be clever, just like himself. In fact, he might be even smarter! Mycroft's IQ was 195, but he thought Sherlock would be upwards of 200.

His parents emerged, as did another couple from the next delivery room. The other couple was also holding a baby His parents asked them what they named their baby. They replied 'Jim'. Mycroft laughed, what a simple name. Then he looked at the baby, who unlike Sherlock's baby blue eyes, had deep, dark black ones that seemed to be glaring at him. Mycroft glared back.

Both Sherlock and Jim then started to cry. The two couples said their goodbyes.

"Can I hold Sherlock?" Mycroft asked, giving his puppy face.

His parents eyed each other, then nodded. "Just be careful Myke." His mother gently handed he crying baby to her oldest son.

Mycroft rocked the baby gently. He whispered in to Sherlock's ear, "We are going to be best friends." Sherlock stopped crying and looked into his older brother eyes. He smiled.