Childhood
Sherlock was still 5 years old in this story. He was still a young adventurer who's willing to try everything, even rip off his brother's pants. He was called 'Lock' by the neighbors. He was, though, already having a feeling he would be a detective. His parents didn't like that. But whatever Lock's little mind wanted, it should be granted.
Sherlock also met a young girl by the name of Jasmine Parker. They played around Old Man Sherman's meadow every day. Old Man Sherman loved the two children like grandkids. As the two kids run around, soil their clothes—as Sherlock never cared then—and pet the lambs, Sherman made venison stew for them. The two children never ended their fun by spilling some stew at each other. For any person who's gonna criticize, they are kids, so they can have all their rights of spilling and soiling!
"AH, Sherlock, stop it! Jasmine screamed as Sherlock threw leaves at her. "Ha, you're weak!" 'Lock' laughed, this time throwing twigs. "Now, boy, don't throw such things at a young lady…" Sherman reprimanded. 'Lock' was pretty good in making excuses. "Oh, but I'm just doing it so when she's hurt, she wouldn't shriek like this!" he excused. As Sherman said goodbye to the two, Jasmine told 'Lock' a secret. "Lock, next month, my family and I have to go to France" she said.
Holmes didn't look hurt when Jasmine finally went away. But, secretly, he never found the courage to tell her he liked her. That was probably the reason he never found anyone else to love. He met Watson as a friend. But, Jasmine never seemed to bother him—until this day came.
A woman was strolling around Baker Street when Sherlock did a trick again. He rolled a stone in front of the lady, causing her to fall down. Fortunately, Holmes felt pity and caught her. He looked into her eyes. He hardly recognized them. "Sorry," he said. "That's okay." The woman said. Sherlock rented her a place to stay, as an apologizing gift. "My lady, I am Mrs Hudson. I am so sorry for the man's behaviour. If you like, I'll bake some cookies!" Hudson smiled. "Thank you," the girl said. "*SIGH*, Mrs Hudson, I don't think she'll need a home. I can see this from her clothes—lilac silk with encrusted jewels." Sherlock smirked. "Aren't you ashamed?!" Hudson hooted. "Tsk, tsk, Holmes, when will you EVER take an effort in being elegant to ladies?" Watson chortled. "Cha-cha," Holmes rolled his eyes. He really didn't laugh at that point.
