I love the new Sherlock Holmes series set in the modern day. Among other things, I was very intrigued by the alteration that was made in the relationship between the Holmes brothers. It doesn't follow the books, but I think it's marvelous, and I wanted to write a series of drabbles that explored its history. (P.S. My drabbles are exactly 100 words, no more, no less. A delightful exercise.)

"Mycroft, how would you like a baby brother?"

Mycroft knew already, of course. It didn't take a genius to deduce the truth from his mother's frequent nausea, irregular eating habits, and changing body. Still, a seven-year old wasn't supposed to know these things, so he smiled and said, "Really and truly? A brother?"

"Really and truly. I think you'll make a perfect older brother. He'll be yours to protect and take care of."

"I'll be perfect, Mummy. What'll we call him?"

"What do you think?"

Mycroft didn't even have to think. He had his favorite name picked out already. "Sherlock."