Author's note: This is the final group of drabbles in my Mycroft/Sherlock series comprising "Archenemy" (http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/6459881/1/Archenemy), "Not Your Housekeeper" (http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/6484644/1/Not_Your_Housekeeper), and "Conscience" (http:/www . fanfiction . net/s/6489370/1/Conscience).
My drabbles are always exactly 100 words.
The chapter titles are from Paul Simon's song "I Am A Rock, I Am An Island."
I am a rock
Life is a swirl, intoxicating, fascinating, frightening. There is so much going on, so much to take in and figure out, too much to comprehend at once. People moving like blurs, talking, interacting, emoting, noise and noise. It's too much for a little boy to take, so sometimes he goes for days without talking to anyone, as if his own silence can make everyone else's noise more comprehensible.
The only way to make it all make sense is to categorize it, to understand the little, discrete parts. Then maybe the whole will coalesce into a complete image, clear and comprehensible.