"Umm... Ummm... Err." Sherlock said as he tried to stagger out the few lines of Greek he knew. He was only five, but Mycroft had given him a whole hour to learn it. Mycroft had learnt it in just under half an hour.

"Come on you idiot. It isn't that hard." Sneered Mycroft, who then chatted away in Greek to the man in front of them.

Sherlock hated him brother at points like this. He was more clever than him, faster at learning and (of course) older. One day, he thought, one day I will prove him wrong. He looked up and saw that Mycroft had stopped talking to the man and was walking away. Thanks for the warning brother dear.

The city of Athens was full of life that day. The sun beat down on Sherlock s young face as he looked up onto the Parthenon when-

"Sherlock I said come here! You know how upset mummy gets when we are late - we will never be allowed out again!" This outburst of course came from Mycroft.

With a sigh Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and dragged his feet along the ground. He wanted to learn , to explore, not spend his holiday trapped in a dusty old hotel room waiting for the flight back home. It was fine with Mycroft, he had been here countless amounts of times, but this was Sherlock s first time in Greece, he wanted to explore every second of it.

Back in the hotel room he complained loudly- which only got his microscope confiscated and magnifying glass stashed in some unknown place. This was so unfair! With his puppy like eyes he walked over to his father.

"Daddy.. Can you come and explore with me? I want to see what the Parthenon is made of and to build up a knowledge of the city before we go."

His father just smiled and ruffled the young boys hair.

"Maybe later kiddo. Maybe later." Was the answer.

That meant never. Oh well, he could just go to his room and finish his book about chemistry. A level chemistry.

Mycroft had finished that book when he was four.