Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or Doctor Who. Both are the property of BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss.
A/N: So this is my next Wholock, except they're all kids. Melody will always be Melody; never River. I thought it would be funny if I brought everyone together.
A group of parents all sat in the sitting room one June afternoon, discussing the end of their week while their children were playing nicely in the living room. As nicely as they could manage, anyhow.
"SHERLOCK! GIVE IT BACK!" A young girl's voice reverberated throughout the Holmes household.
"Why would I do tha—GET OFF ME!"
"Sherlock! Don't be mean to Irene! Give her back her doll! MELODY! Don't hit Sherlock again!" John's voice was sharp. "Rory! Help me out here!"
There was a sharp grunt, followed by a yelp. "I'm trying! Mels, you are way too strong for an 8-year-old."
"John, why are you siding with her? I thought you were my friend!" Sherlock whined.
"I am, Sherlock. However, you're being mean to Irene," John replied.
"Melody, what have I told you about hitting people?" Amy groaned.
"That it's not good?" Her voice squeaked.
8-year-old Irene was currently waving her arms to desperately reclaim her doll back that 10-year-old Sherlock was holding high above his head. Melody, the same age as Irene, had a vice grip around Sherlock's middle, as if she was trying to squeeze the life out of him. John was the same age as Sherlock, but he was quite mature for his age; he pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation and did his best to negotiate. His little sister Harriet, who was Irene's age, was a handful. It was bad enough that his two best friends squabbled like they were siblings. Rory and Amy were the same age as John and Sherlock.
They all lived next door to each other: John was in the middle house with Sherlock and Irene on either side. Their parents all met when they moved in and decided to get together every weekend for tea. Once their kids were older, they brought them together for play dates. Sherlock and John bonded immediately, while Irene was desperate to be one of the boys. John was nicer to her because he liked being with her more than with his own sister, as sad as that sounded. Sherlock was mean to Irene mostly out of spite because he was always picked on by his brother Mycroft, who was 7 years older than him. Sometimes, John really felt like he was caught in the middle with these two, but he did his best to make them both happy.
Amy, Rory, and Melody joined their group when their parents moved into the neighborhood when the kids entered primary school. Seeing as how there were kids around their own age, their parents introduced themselves to the other adults. Melody and Irene became inseparable from the first moment they met. If Sherlock was John's best friend, then Rory was like the cool brother that John never had. Amy was John's sort of tag-team partner when it came to breaking up the fights.
"Sherlock, give Irene back her doll," John repeated sternly.
He pouted and shook his head, his shaggy black hair flying everywhere. His arms were crossed, Irene's doll tightly clutched between them. He was normally much more mature for his age, given that Mycroft was around more than their parents. However, whenever he acted like this, there was a definite reason behind it.
"Sherlock," his voice took on the even tone that he picked up from his mum.
It felt like forever, but Sherlock eventually shoved the doll into Irene's hands. She giggled and held it close.
"Thank you John!" She hugged him. He chuckled and patted her on the back.
"Now, Sherlock? How come you took her doll?"
He turned a bright red, but kept his head down. A string of mumbles came out, and Irene snickered. Amy gave her an admonishing look, and she silenced quickly.
"Sorry, you're going to have to speak up, Sherlock," John said gently.
"She made fun of me because I don't know the solar system!" Sherlock cried out.
"It's the solar system!"
"Why is it so important to know why balls of rock and gas revolve around the sun?" He sniffed.
"It just is!"
"It doesn't make any sense!"
"ENOUGH!" Amy shouted. Everyone turned to her, mouths open. She normally didn't raise her voice until she really got pushed over the edge.
"Both of you need to apologize to each other. No questions. You are both at fault, but this can be easily fixed. Say it like you mean it," she added.
Sherlock and Irene faced each other, both with wrinkled noses. He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm sorry," with a drawl.
She pouted, but said, "I'm sorry," as well.
Amy had a satisfied smile on her face. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
The looks on their faces said otherwise.