Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock
Sherlock was what people called test tube babies. He was born in a science lab, made, engineered for scientists to run tests on. He was born after they'd poked and prodded him and after his birth, well into his childhood he was used for testing. Then one day a man named Mike was assigned to his care and demanded they give him a year to be a normal human child. He was thus, assigned to a family of Mike's designs and expected to live as much as he could in the year he was allowed.
The first day Sherlock arrived, he was a bit nervous, it was the first time he'd been allowed out of the lab and the sun was very bright. His eyes hurt and his nostrils flared with all the new scents, his pupils dilated as they scanned, taking in all information possible. He was silent as the car rolled along, being driven by Mike.
When they finally got to the house, a rather large one, not that Sherlock had any comparison for it; he was asked to get out. He did so, feeling the shoes and socks constrict his feet. He looked up at Mike who was walking towards the large doors. Sherlock quickly removed his shoes and socks, leaving them in the car before following Mike, enjoying the new textures under his feet. His world was no longer constricted to white lab coats and sharp needles and tile floors and UV lighting and the smell of cleaning agents. It was an enlightening and freeing experience. He was at last in the real world, having for the first time in his young life, been given the opportunity to leave his test tube beginnings and begin anew.