Evidence of William
(Part 9 of Little Sherlock)
Chapter 1: No eyeballs
Still clad only in his bed sheet which he must have taken last night from his bed, Sherlock walked over to the fridge. He was thinking of starting a new experiment considering the last one had been a success. He had put some fingers in the fridge yesterday. No wait; it was a week ago before he had finished the re-aging potion. John was reading something on his laptop. It was still early and Sherlock wanted to let him be for a while. After all he had watched over and taken care of his little-self for a week. That couldn't have been easy.
Sherlock was deep in his thoughts until he was standing directly in front of the fridge and he noticed something that had not been there last week. A piece of paper was pinned to the door with four little magnets. It had been clearly drawn by a child who still had to learn how to draw proportions correctly. There was something familiar about the picture. Sherlock touched the drawing with his fingers and let them travel over the paper.
It showed two people and a bee. "John why is there a children picture on our fridge?" John didn't answer and Sherlock looked closer: the smaller person looks a bit like him, the clothes and the hair. Near the two people was something like a cup with a smiley face on it and containing a hot liquid. There was also a grey blotch that looked like a human skull. "Did I draw that?" He continued to look at the picture. The other person could be John in his comfy jumper. The green one, even he had to admit that it felt nice. Not that he would ever tell John that one of his jumpers was nice.
"It was a present from William and I would prefer for you leave the picture alone." John didn't sound disinterested, more worried that he could destroy it or something like that. But how could he destroy this piece of 'art' clearly giving evidence of the fact that John had become a special person for him. He must have done something truly remarkable to get his child-self to trust him. Even more: to love him. Sherlock knew he hadn't been good with people as a child. He was still not really able to understand them most of the time, but John had done this: he had received William's heart so fast. He had been right by entrusting himself to his friend. It had been a risk. He had never reacted positively to people, especially new ones, exceptions being Mycroft and Nana. And he had had his friend, Mr. Bee, he hadn't been lonely.
For the last time he touched the yellow bee and the green jumper before he opened the door of the fridge. He wouldn't tell John how close he was to tears. His friend had managed to take a huge place in William's heart. It had been a good idea to let himself be a child again. His little-self had deserved a bit of happiness. "John where are the fingers I put in the fridge last week?"
"You mean the eyeballs? I threw them away." John had turned around now and his laptop rested on the table next to him, closed.
"What I said and why did you throw them away? I needed them for an experiment." That was not really true but he liked to argue about this with John. He always felt how much his friend cared when the discussion had something to do with food, body parts in the fridge and contamination.
"They would have gone bad anyway and I had a child with me. It's not a good thing to have a child sneaking around and letting him find body parts, weapons or chemicals." John looked at him as if to say that this information shouldn't be anything new to him. That it was common human knowledge. Something Sherlock had obviously deleted a long time ago. "But Molly has something for you. We can go over to Bart's and get it. She will be a bit disappointed to see you grown up again. She got to see you only once when you started to change back and were feeling sick." Sherlock was a bit horrified by that information.
"How many people saw me like that and who knows I was that child?" He didn't want to be teased about his shy and a very insecure little-self.
"Only the people you trust most." John blinked at him and stood up to get ready for their visit to Bart's. "You should get dressed if you want that brain Molly is saving for you." Sherlock's eyes lit up.
"She got it?" Jumping up Sherlock rushed over to his room and was dressed in less than a minute. "Hurry up John, we need to see Molly." John smiled as he followed his still a bit childlike flatmate down the stairs to jump into the next cab, so that the mad man could start an experiment with a brain.
John decided he didn't want to know what this experiment was about.