A/N; Lalala, Johnlock childhood. Cute and Fluffy! Enjoy!
Disclaimer; I do not own either the Sherlock Holmes stories nor the TV show. Though its awesome..
John Watson was an intelligent boy of 9 years and 364 days. Tomorrow he would be 10 years old.
And he was not happy about that.
His father had always told him that when a boy reached the age of ten, he became a man. John, however, simply did not want to be a man. He knew from what his older male relatives had told him that with being a man came great responsibilities- tying his own shoelaces, remembering his own packed lunch box and PE kit, doing more house work to help his parents, and such like.
So when, indeed, his mother greeted him with a smile the day before his birthday and reminded him of tomorrows' date, John had done the only thing he had seen appropriate to do. He cried.
'B-but mum!' he wailed, 'I don't want to be old and responsible! I don't want to be like you yet!'
His mother comforted him, despite the fact that he had called her old.
'Now, now, John. Stop crying. That won't help anything. Tell me, what's wrong with being responsible?'
'I just don't wanna be!' he continued to weep.
'Don't worry, John, it'll be fine. That's right, now there..' She hushed him, as the crying subsided.
'I've got something to tell you that'll cheer you up!' John peeked at her from behind his hands.
'What?' he sniffed.
'We're having a party for your birthday!' she smiled at him enthusiastically.
'Wha- a party?!' he was excited despite himself.
'That's right. It's meant to be a surprise, so don't tell your father that I told you!' John shook his head vigorously.
'Who's coming? To my party? Did you invite my friends?'
'Of course, whats a party without friends?'
'So Tommy's coming? And Jamie? And Abby?'
'Yes, yes, all of them. And do you remember mummy and daddy's friends, Mr and Mrs Holmes?'
John nodded his head. Mr and Mrs Holmes had went to school with his mother and father, and every once in a while then would drop in for some tea and a chat. Mr and Mrs Holmes had two sons. One was about 2 years older than him, and came with his parents to visit sometimes. John had tried to be nice to him, offering him the best action man to play with, but he hadn't wanted to play. John had then offered him the last piece of red Lego when they were building towers. He had taken it without saying thank you. John, as a last hope, had then asked him if he wanted to play pirates with him. Mycro-something-or-the-other had outright laughed and said that pirates were for babies.
John had never met the other Holmes boy, who was only half a year younger than him. He wondered why that was, and when he had last asked Mr and Mrs Holmes they had said,
'He could be planning to blow up the world and we wouldn't know. Actually, that's something he's quite likely to do. Either that or he'll be playing pirates again.'
John hadn't asked about him again, but wanted to meet him even more now that he knew he liked pirates too.
'Yes, I remember them.' He said in reply to his mother. 'Why?'
'Because I invited them to the party tomorrow for a catch-up. Their son is coming too, so you can play with him and all your other friends.'
'Oh no! Not My-snot! I mean.. Mycroft! Why does he have to come?! He doesn't like me and the feeling is mutual.'
John was proud of himself for using the word 'mutual' for a moment. Then he got back to his point.
'He'll just make fun of me!'
'No, John sweetie, their other son. Sherlock, I think his name is? Strange kid, apparently, but please try to make him feel comfortable with everyone. Don't ignore him, okay?'
Sherlock? The mysterious boy who liked pirates? If he liked pirates, John thought, they would definitely be friends.
'Okay, mum.' John smiled.
Maybe being 10 wouldn't be so bad after all!