Child's Play
Author Note: Firstly, thanks for clicking on my story; I'm not that brilliant at writing summaries. Luckily for any of you who want to read this and haven't finished it all yet, there are no spoilers! Yaaay! One of my pet hates is when I start reader and there is a humongous spoiler that they haven't bothered to tell you about! Grrrr! Anywho, this is my first Sherlock Fanfiction and I hope you enjoy it! I haven't had it beta read so sorry for any mistakes… Enjoy xx
Chapter 1 - Bump
"John I was merely telling the gentleman-"
"I don't care what you were 'merely telling him' Sherlock. Bloody hell, you told him that his wife was more than likely cheating on him before she died!"
"Definitely, not more than likely," Sherlock corrected.
"In front of his children!" John yelled at the man who was striding along the street in front of him.
"They were going to have to find out sooner or later," he muttered, just loud enough so John could hear him over the bustle of the London streets.
"They never needed to find out Sherlock!" John ran lightly to his taller companions side and looked at him disapprovingly.
Sherlock could feel his friends gaze boring into his arm and he shifted his scarf in an attempt to ignore it.
This failed as usual. John, somehow, managed to make Sherlock feel 'bad' about things he has said to clients. He wasn't sure how because frankly, it was only the truth and it was his job to give the public it but, John just had that effect on him.
"It was the truth and that was all. I didn't know that I was crossing a personal boundary of his."
John threw his arms in the air in sheer disbelief, "I'm sure every human has that boundary!"
"Not me."
"Well, the jury is still out on what species you are exactly," John muttered turning from his giraffe like companion and looking out over the road.
"I suppose you got your comeuppance," John smiled lightly, looking at the bruise forming on Sherlock's cheek.
Sherlock scowled at John and poked the tender skin, wincing as stinging shot up his cheek.
"Don't prod it," John muttered shaking his head at the taller man.
Sherlock dropped his hand and continued looking down the street intently.
"Where are we going?" John asked looking around in search of a small coffee shop or one of Sherlock's 'homeless network'. He found neither.
"A man. The Hitman that killed our clients cheating wife," he replied not dropping his gaze for a second.
"You know who killed her already. I just- I've said this a thousand times but you're brilliant Sherlock," John told the detective.
John, of course, knew that Sherlock was aware of his brilliance but it just needed to be said every now and then. No matter how naturally talented someone is, their talents can't be dismissed.
Sherlock secretly cherished every moment John told him how good he was. It wasn't the same when complete strangers told him. They didn't know him like John did and he didn't care what they thought of him. But, John's opinion mattered. It mattered more than Sherlock was willing to admit.
"Who are we looking for?" John spoke over Sherlock's thoughts.
"SwiftTail," Sherlock replied, squinting as he walked across the street.
"What kind of a name is that?" John asked, laughter playing in his voice.
"Not one to be laughed at. He can killed you anywhere, anytime in 3 seconds."
John stopped and coughed awkwardly trying to cover up his previous mistake. He knew it was too late. Sherlock had obviously noticed but he didn't want him thinking badly of him. Sherlock's opinion of him mattered.
When John snapped out of his thoughts, Sherlock was fiddling with the bruise with clear knuckle marks, positioned on his right cheekbone.
"I told you to stop that. We'll sort it out when we get back," John muttered giving Sherlock a pointed look.
"You're not my father John. I can look after myself," Sherlock snipped.
"It feels like it sometimes," John muttered under his breath.
"Got him," Sherlock said, a smile appearing on his face as he ran away in pursuit of SwiftTail.
John sighed as he began to follow Sherlock through the weaving mass of people.
It was always a sight to behold as Sherlock and John darted down the street. People fell outwards as the two men ran after another. Shouts could be heard almost in canon as bodies crashed and limbs flailed.
Sherlock's coat flew out behind him as he sped towards a now aware Hitman, who was sprinting away from the detective and doctor at a high speed.
John was running out of steam as he rounded the corner that he'd seen Sherlock skid round a moment ago. He only saw the man's curls for a second before they fell into the sea of people.
"Sherlock?!" John shouted catching up to him and moving people out of the way so he could see what damage Sherlock had done to himself this time.
"Sherlock you daft git," John laughed, "Adding to the collection I see."
John bent down to try and help the man up. He was laid flat on the path amidst the Londoners who swerved past. He opened his eyes slowly to look at John.
"What happened?" He asked looking around him.
"You just fell. Looks like you've got a war wound out of it though. Let's take a look," John said brushing his thick curls out of the way of a bloody bump on his head.
"Ouch!" Sherlock shouted at it.
"Stop being such a baby. It's gonna be okay. I think we lost SwiftTail though," John rambled to himself not really paying attention as tears began to dribble down the detectives face.
"John," he started, pulling on the older mans sleeve with a voice clouded by tears, "My head hurts..."
That was when John looked at the man. Sherlock was never one to complain about anything, especially not a small bump to the head. Nothing could have prepared John for the teary eyed, curly haired, full grown man, sat before him tugging on his sleeve gently.
"Erm, maybe it's a little more serious than I thought," John speculated holding in a laugh. It wasn't the time, but it would be later.
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