AN: This is my first Sherlock fanfiction, so I'm very proud of it. :) Enjoy. :D Disclaimer: If I owned Sherlock, I would not be writing fanfiction.
"Sherlock, where's my laptop?"
John stood from his chair and began looking around for his computer. No answer came from the consulting detective, who was sitting on the couch and appeared very lost in thought. John knew that there was no hope of retrieving Sherlock from his Mind Palace, and so he set about trying to find the device on his own.
The doctor wandered the house, searching all the usual places that his flatmate left the laptop, but ended up with no positive results. Glancing at Sherlock's closed bedroom door, John decided that perhaps Sherlock had left it in there.
He opened the unlocked door and entered the room. As usual, Sherlock's bedroom was an utter mess. Piles upon piles of books created a maze from the door to Sherlock's bed, and papers were strewn along the floor, left over from old cases and abandoned experiments.
John sighed and ventured into the room. He glanced at the piles of paper on Sherlock's bed stand, thinking maybe the laptop was hidden under the mess, but instead noticed something else.
What appeared to be a tiny boot was sticking out from under the papers. Curiosity causing John to momentarily forget his lost laptop, he cleared the papers away and saw that the boot was attached to a small rag doll. The doll wore a pirate's costume, complete with an overlarge hat, an eye patch, and a wooden sword. John turned the doll over in his hands a few times, examining it with unconcealed curiosity.
A smile found its way onto John's face when he realized that the doll must belong to Sherlock. It didn't take a consulting detective to deduce that the worn-out doll was years old and well played with.
Suddenly, the doll was yanked out of John's hands, and the doctor spun around to find himself facing an annoyed looking Sherlock Holmes.
"Your laptop is in the living room, under the couch," Sherlock stated, still holding the doll.
Not bothering to ask how his laptop ended up underneath the couch, John was more interested in the pirate doll.
"What is that?" he asked, attempting to take the pirate back from the taller man.
"An old rag doll, what's it look like?" Sherlock asked, his voice carefully void of emotion.
"Yes, I know it's an old rag doll, Sherlock," John sighed, rolling his eyes, "What I meant was, is it yours?"
"It's in my room," Sherlock stated.
"Was it yours when you were a child?" John prompted.
Sherlock stared at John for a moment thoughtfully. Knowing that there was no way John was going to let this go, he sighed.
"It was mine, yes. All children have toys."
A delighted grin broke out on John's face, and Sherlock raised an eyebrow at his friend's reaction.
"Thank you for telling me where my laptop is," John said, brushing past Sherlock and walking out of the room. Before returning to the living room, he peered back in the room and saw Sherlock open the drawer on his bed stand and carefully place the doll inside.
All children have toys, indeed. But not all adults keep their childhood toys.
Perhaps, John thought to himself, underneath all that genius and superiority, there was the human being who simply missed being a child.
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