John's Guardian

by 3.1415926535897932384626433383

John's being bullied at school, but Sherlock sticks up for him. Don't know if I'll continue this; depends on whether people like it or not. It might just be a one-shot,so if you like it, favorite or follow it and I'll put up a chapter for every person that does, and two for a review

1. Chapter 1

I remember the first time I babysat John Watson. It was a spring day, sunny and clear, not too warm and not too cold-the perfect day for playing outside.

He was fairly shy, but he opened up after a few minutes and soon enough we were the best of friends.

We decided to go to the park and swing. Then we would ride the merry-go-round, because as he said: "You have longer legs, so you can run it around faster." After that, tag and the slides (there were three). He had it all planned out, and I was more than happy to go along with it.

So we walked to the park and swang and swang and swang ("You know, my mum told me if you swing high enough you can go all the way around the top bar..."). Then we went on the merry-go-round.

At sixteen, I didn't have very long legs, but I did have long arms, so of course I pushed the merry-go-round and John rode while it got faster and faster. Right at the pinnacle of its speed, another boy and a girl rode up. They looked a little older than John, maybe ten or eleven at the most.

The boy told me to stop the merry-go-round, which was a bit rude, but I stopped it and he and the girl climbed on.

"Hey, John," he said. "How's Harry?" Harry was John's sister. She was fourteen years old and already an alcoholic. So far as I could tell, Harry was a sensitive subject for John, but I supposed they knew her from school, and they had asked how she was doing.

"She's okay, Phillip," John muttered. He was turned away from the boy and the girl and I so I couldn't see his expression.

"All right, are you ready for me to turn the merry-go-round?" I asked.

"Go on," said the girl. She grabbed the rail so she wouldn't fall off. As I spun it, she started scooching towards Phillip. Finally she grabbed his hand in a none too subtle move.

After a few minutes, my arms got tired and I slowed the merry-go-round down and brought it to a stop. John immediately got off and walked over to me.

"Can we leave? I'm tired..."

"But we've only been here a few minutes. Are you sure you want to go home? We can't come back once we're there."

"I know. Can we go now?" he muttered as he walked away. I sighed and followed him, wondering what had brought on this sudden attitude change.