Who's a sociopath?
I walk into 221 b bakerstreet where I,my husband/flatemate,my son and my daughter live, to hear my husband and 16 year old son were fighting like two five year olds.
"I study my emotions! Doesnt mean I'm not a sociopath!"
"Sociopaths dont have emotions!"
"Oh yeah say's the man whose married to the love of his emotionfilled life and has two kids!" I opened the door to see Sherlock towering over Sam-Uhh I mean Samual towering over Sherlock...Damn do they look alike! Both are almost the same height,lanky,pale, have a messy head of raven curls and they both are just so cute! I blush and stop the fighting. "Stop!" I say in a 'I meant it' tone. They both sink to the sofa,sulking like children. I go to the kitchen and place my bags on the table. "Now" I walk out to the living room. "First things first. Where is Sheryl?" I ask,sighing and sitting in my chair. "She's at the bookstore. You dont think me and dad would be shouting with her around do you?" Samual asks. "What he means to say was that we wouldnt be talking so loud with Sheryl around." Sherlock quickly says,seeing me grind my teeth. "Now why are you two yelling that the queen herself can hear it?" I shout. "Me and dad were discussing the fingers with acid and suger in the freezer and I just said that I felt sorta bad for the decest woman-" "So I said at least our son isnt a sociopath." Sherlock cut in,crossing his arms like a child. "Then I asked what did he mean-" Samual jumps up. "And I replyed smipliy that he feels sorry." Sherlock jumps up too and narrows his eyes. "And I said it doesntmean I'm not a sociopath!" Samual shouts. "Sociopath dont have emotions Samual!" Sherlock shouts back. "And this is where I come in." I say pulling Sherlock to his armchair, Samual back down to the sofa and I sit in the middle on the floor. "Now look here: Samual you are your father now. You eat,sleep and you give in to your emotions. Which,as I've tought you, is not always a bad you are still your father's son." I motion at the newspapers of the new case laying around. "Sherlock you are still you except you do at least admit you have that you are the same Sherlock Holmes I chased through London." I smile. "Now." I get up from the floor and dust my jumper off. "And your still the only one in London to wear jumpers John." I hear Sherlock say as he wraps his arms my waist. "Eww. Get a room." Samual smiles. "Oh we shall. But be glad it's not your room. Anymore." Sherlock smirked. "Sherlock!" me and Samual said at the same time,both of us blushing. "Oh relax. I said anymore right?" Sherlock laughs. "Yeah ha ha very funny." Samual says,sarcasticly. "Now you two report to Lestrade. I know you two solved the missing twins case while I was out." "Oh John did you-" "And yes I brought you patches." I smiled as I untangled myself from Sherlock and head to the kitchen. I hear Sherlock whisper something then Samual then I hear a thump. I sigh walk back out to find a blushing Samual atop of a laughing Sherlock. "Not even going to ask." I sigh and walk back to the kitchen. 'You could image him in bed.' 'Sherlock! No I really cant. I swear you tell me one more thing and I'll-' 'He meows.' "Does he really meow?" Samual asks in a whisper. Sherlock smirked and nodded. Samual got off of Sherlock and ran up to his room. But not before Sherlock heard him mummble 'Lucky'.