This is a more developed version of the childhood I hinted at in 'Sometimes' so I hope you will read that as after this. That one is much fluffier than this one is. This is the first angst-y thing I've ever written so please, if you have any advice, feel free to hit me up :) Reviews make me happy!

I made myself cry writing this so I'm very sorry if you do too.

Disclaimer: This doesn't belong to me! This version belongs to the amazing Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and anyone else involved with the making of Sherlock, and the original belongs to Arthur Conan Doyle.

Warning: This does contain some dark themes, just a warning. Not too graphic.


Jim pulled his shaking knees up closer to his chest as he tried to disappear into the coat rack, tear tracks marking his young face. He whimpered at the dangerous thud of heavy footsteps coming closer. A deep male voice called his name loudly and angrily.

"Don't ya fucking run away from me you little bitch," the voice slurred. Suddenly the soft coats guarding him were roughly shoved away by a large, calloused hand clinging to a bottle of whisky like a lifeline. "Ya will respect me and do as I say! If I tell ya to do something, ya fucking do it, no questions asked! Do ya understand ya little freak?" The little boy nodded, shaking violently. The large man growled threateningly.

"Oi! I asked ya a question you fucking creep," the deep voice snapped harshly. "If I ask ya a fucking question, ya fucking answer it! Ya got that?" He aimed at kick at Jim's shins, swearing violently when he missed before trying once more, this kick reaching its mark.

"Y-y-yes s-s-s-sir," the tiny boy stuttered out before dissolving into a fresh explosion of noisy tears. The man growled darkly, taking a long swig from his whisky bottle.

"Crying won't do ya no good," the voice said, faux softly. "Ya fucking brat! There's no one here to help ya anymore, no one to save ya. No one's gonna protect ya." The small body continued to shake violently as loud sobs racked him. The large man took the last, long swig of whisky before throwing the bottle at the quivering boy. A kick was aimed at his stomach... and another... and another... and another...and-

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He was quickly jerked from his past by a hand placed gently on his shoulder as a soft voice whispered soothingly into his ear.

"Don't worry kitten, I'm right here, your tiger's right here. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, ever again baby. Ever again. I'm here kitten, I've got you," the voice of Sebastian... his Sebastian. "I love you baby, forever. Never gonna let anyone hurt you." A soft smile slipped over his face as the memories faded from his mind as he looked at his lover.

"I love you too tiger," Jim said as he reached his hands out to tangle them in Sebastian's blonde hair. "I love you so freaking much."


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Enjoy!

Erin xx