Hello, readers. As you probably guessed from the summary, this is a fanfic in which John and Sherlock are children. This should be fun.

A short, slightly chubby boy stood in front a polished black door, his hands folded patiently behind his back. Across the front of the door in fancy gold letters, was 221B. The boy knocked on the door, then rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, waiting for a response. He turned around and noted that the black car that had drove him from the orphanage to his new home was gone.

I guess they didn't care enough, the boy thought morosely. The sound of the door opening snapped his attention back to reality. A middle-aged woman was standing in the door, smiling warmly down at the boy.

"Hello! You must be John Watson. Please, come in." She ushered the slightly flustered boy inside and shut the door behind them. The lady led John up a flight of stairs and into a cozy apartment. Once they had arrived, she turned around and gave John another smile. "I am Martha Hudson. Welcome to Baker Street." John blinked up at her a few times, before mumbling a quick "thank you." Mrs. Hudson titled her head to the side as if listening for something.

"Boys! Come in here, please!" There was the sound of running footsteps and two boys appeared. They both looked about John's age. One of the boys turned to John, a slight scowl on his face.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?" He said suddenly. John, puzzled, gave the boy a strange look.

"Um, sorry?"

"Your parents, Afghanistan or Iraq?" Suddenly, the realization of the question hit John like a slap to the face. He shifted backwards a few steps, his eyes welling with tears. Mrs. Hudson, noticing this, looked sharply at the two boys.

"Mycroft Holmes, why is your brother speaking like this?" The other boy took a few steps forward, giving off the sense of utmost dignity.

"Mrs. Hudson, I am not responsible for my brother's actions. It is his own idiocy that drove him." The other brother glared at Mycroft, before turning back to John.

"My apologies," the boy said. He stuck out his hand. "Sherlock Holmes."

John wiped his eyes on his jacket sleeve before giving Sherlock a weak smile.

"John Watson."

A/N:

Wow, it was sad writing this.

IMPORTANT NOTE:

I know how sensitive of a topic children orphaned by war is. I hope that no one was hurt by this story.

Until Next Time-

~Fern