It's hard to call the Holmes family a "family", perhapse, at one point, it was. It certainly isn't one now. There are many things Sherlock refuses to tell anyone, even John, things only mycroft knows. Family jewels per say, unpolished, discarded and hidden in an old jewelry box hidden for decades. Those kinds of family secrets. However, over time you eventually form new things, things I like to call a patchwork family. Stitching together the "blacksheeps" and the "broken" to create something so odd yet so special; odd, just like them.

Polites is your drummer and has been since you first started your band, it had been just a joke at first, and then a hobby, and the next thing you knew you blew up overnight. Now your on your tour, and it was exhausting.

Unit One, the soul army unit in which are directly taught by Commander Macbeth.

What if it had been different? If they had more time to fix things, if perhapse they had seen the alikeness in each other and grown closer sooner. If Mycroft and Sherlock had always been there for each other, though not at a strained distance.