Okey dokey then. My friend and I were having this weird conversation about 'what if sherlock randomly gains a kid?'
And…. I wrote this. Soooo. Anyway…. Hope you like it!
Plz review! Reviews are like jam to me :D
John gently closes the front door and begins to slowly trudge up the stairs. He had a rough day. It was flu season and he had to deal with lots of grumpy sick pensioners and wailing kids. He hoped that Sherlock was not going to be doing any loud experiments because all he wanted was to sit down in some peace and quiet and watch some crap telly. He paused in front of the door, hearing quiet murmurs coming from inside. God, he hoped that Mycroft wasn't here. He really couldn't deal with his bullshit right now. He slowly opened the door and froze. Inside, standing in the middle on the living room was Sherlock. But he wasn't alone. Oh no. He was standing next to a little boy, aged around 8 or 9, with dark curly hair. He looked eerily like Sherlock. Oh god. "Sherlock. What the hell is going on? Who is THAT?" he said, his voice bordering on panic. "Oh hello John! This is Hamish!" the little boy grinned cheekily and waved. John blinked. "Yes... um... hello Hamish. But Sherlock what- WHY IS HE HOLDING MY GUN-" johns eyes widened and as he took a step forward when suddenly there was a loud 'BANG!' and another hole appeared next to the smiley face. "SHERLOCK!" john shouted, exasperated. Both Sherlock and Hamish spun around to look at him, the look of guilt and slight annoyance was identical on both of them. Good god, there were two of them. "What John?" Sherlock asked innocently. John sighed. "Bit not good."
Erm. Yeah. So that was that.
Hope you… sort of found it funny? Idk…
HAVE A NICE DAAY
~LOHLIM