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amythorthreeTitle: Before The Dark Hour Of Reason Grows
Fandom: Sherlock,, Sanctuary
Wordcount:
Rating: G
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Helen Magnus, Nikola Tesla
Pairing(s): Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla
Beta(s): The wonderful Morgan betaed. This has not been Britpicked, however.
Notes: So, this has actually turned itself into a whole verse. Sherlock and Mycroft are Helen and Nikola's kids and John and Harry are James'. There are lots of family dynamics involved and screwing with canon and things of that general nature but you don't actually need to know that to understand this fic, I just felt like sharing.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it I don't own it
Summary: Sherlock and Mycroft had an interesting childhood.
One could say that Helen Magnus and Nikola Tesla have rather distinct methods of parenting.
She let them play with dangerous things.
["Make sure to always wear gloves when handling them," she tells the boys as they watch her remove the creature from its container.
Sherlock reaches out with one gloved hand, gently stroking its head.
Mycroft looks at his mother curiously. "Is it poisonous, then?" he asks.
Helen smiles affectionately. "Very."]
He lets them play with dead things.
[Mycroft is six the first time he's allowed to dissect something. His parents watch him fondly while he explores the dead rabbit.
His father points out all the vital organs and Mycroft nods eagerly, examining them with a scalpel. Blood gets on his hands but he doesn't seem to mind.]
She teaches them self defense.
[If someone asked either of them who started it, they would say that it was the other.
They're making their way through the residential corridors of the Sanctuary, weapons in hand and clothing damaged.
They're not fighting for sport.
They're not aiming for harm either, not exactly, but both of them have accepted that blood is just part of the game.]
He teaches them about genetics.
["I want to be like you," Sherlock announces with a confidence that only comes with youth. His father sits next to him, tinkering with something he only marginally understands.
"Me too," Mycroft chimes in, repositioning himself on his father's other side so he can see better.
"You will," their father assures, putting the down the tools and letting sparks fly from his fingers, much to the boys' delight. "I'm working on it, just give me time."]
They both teach them about history.
["Tell us about Normandy again," Mycroft urges, almost sheepishly. They both know it's one of his favorite stories.
Sherlock perks up. "Normandy?"
Nikola looks surprised. "Has your mother never told you about Normandy?" He turns to look at Helen. "For shame." A grin.
She rolls her eyes. "Oh please, Nikola. Just tell them while I see about the tea."]
In the end, one could say that their youth was unusual, but neither Mycroft nor Sherlock will have anything negative to say on the matter.
Fandom: Sherlock,, Sanctuary
Wordcount:
Rating: G
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Helen Magnus, Nikola Tesla
Pairing(s): Helen Magnus/Nikola Tesla
Beta(s): The wonderful Morgan betaed. This has not been Britpicked, however.
Notes: So, this has actually turned itself into a whole verse. Sherlock and Mycroft are Helen and Nikola's kids and John and Harry are James'. There are lots of family dynamics involved and screwing with canon and things of that general nature but you don't actually need to know that to understand this fic, I just felt like sharing.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it I don't own it
Summary: Sherlock and Mycroft had an interesting childhood.
One could say that Helen Magnus and Nikola Tesla have rather distinct methods of parenting.
She let them play with dangerous things.
["Make sure to always wear gloves when handling them," she tells the boys as they watch her remove the creature from its container.
Sherlock reaches out with one gloved hand, gently stroking its head.
Mycroft looks at his mother curiously. "Is it poisonous, then?" he asks.
Helen smiles affectionately. "Very."]
He lets them play with dead things.
[Mycroft is six the first time he's allowed to dissect something. His parents watch him fondly while he explores the dead rabbit.
His father points out all the vital organs and Mycroft nods eagerly, examining them with a scalpel. Blood gets on his hands but he doesn't seem to mind.]
She teaches them self defense.
[If someone asked either of them who started it, they would say that it was the other.
They're making their way through the residential corridors of the Sanctuary, weapons in hand and clothing damaged.
They're not fighting for sport.
They're not aiming for harm either, not exactly, but both of them have accepted that blood is just part of the game.]
He teaches them about genetics.
["I want to be like you," Sherlock announces with a confidence that only comes with youth. His father sits next to him, tinkering with something he only marginally understands.
"Me too," Mycroft chimes in, repositioning himself on his father's other side so he can see better.
"You will," their father assures, putting the down the tools and letting sparks fly from his fingers, much to the boys' delight. "I'm working on it, just give me time."]
They both teach them about history.
["Tell us about Normandy again," Mycroft urges, almost sheepishly. They both know it's one of his favorite stories.
Sherlock perks up. "Normandy?"
Nikola looks surprised. "Has your mother never told you about Normandy?" He turns to look at Helen. "For shame." A grin.
She rolls her eyes. "Oh please, Nikola. Just tell them while I see about the tea."]
In the end, one could say that their youth was unusual, but neither Mycroft nor Sherlock will have anything negative to say on the matter.