I got the inspiration for this fan fic from: gilgameshforeternity
John readied Sherlock's lunch as the discrunteled and angry boy prepared himself for the first day of school, which he has ensured John would be agonizing...about twelve times.
"I honestly don't understand why I have to go to school, I'm already far more advanced than all the other children my age!" he sat with his elbows on the table, head in his small hands, face twisted with frustration and anger.
" Well," john sighed " it's not my fault you...you... what did you do to yourself, exactly?" the prosess of how Sherlock had been a thirty seven year old man one moment, and a seven year old the next still left him perplexed.
"I was attempting to test the theory of time and space fluxuation, and the possibility of time travel." the explanation sounded strange in a child's voice, not that Sherlock could get past the word 'Fluxuation" without front teeth. John watched as Sherlock picked up a spoon full of Cheerio's and dumped it into his mouth, promptly spitting them out again.
"you expect me to eat this?" he pushed the bowl back crossing his arms across his chest.
"Yes, I do. Just eat it and I'll get something better at the store when you are at school. Do you remember the fake mane we agreed on? You have been registered under it." Sherlock took another spoon full of the cereal, nodding and brushing a few stray curls from his eyes.
" Henri Watson." he said plainly, obviously still upset that Mycroft had made John sign the guardian papers. John had custody of Sherlock. "this," he thought while he watched Sherlock eat " I will never get used to. I've got legal custody of Sherlock Holmes" Sherlock finished his cereal and stomped into the lounge where a black shoulder bag rested in his chair.
" I'm just letting you know while your in Doctor Land, mi going to be in kiddie hell. Enjoy!" Sherlock slammed the door to the flat and walked down the stairs to the door of 221b. He knew exactly when the bus would be coming to pick him up, the stop was on the corner of the street. There was a red headed boy there when he arrived.
" Hi!" the boy practically screamed and Sherlock approached "I'm Zephyr!who are you? I'm going into the first grade." the boy stuck a sticky hand out to Sherlock, who merely looked at it.
"I'm Sh-Henri, Henri Watson." the boy put his hand down and started babbling on about his summer holiday, and how he had ridden the fastest rollarcaoster in the world. The child was obviously ADD or ADHD given he had the attention span of a squirrel.
" hey! Hey! Boy! Henri! Hey!" he was in sherlcok's face as he was trying to read a news paper that he had founf in the trash bin next to the stop.
" Would you mind NOT TALKING? I'm trying to read and your insufferable stupidity is making it hard for me to even hear my own thoughts." after he said it, he regretted it, the boy's smile faltered, and he sniffed, looking down at his shoes. By then the bus had come and within moments Sherlock found himself in the back of the bus, his hands over his ears, trying to block out the infernal noise of the mindless children he was supposed to recognizing as his equals.