Hi guys! I have recently decided to write down the stories that keep coming up in my head about Sherlock growing up, becoming friends with Molly Hooper, going to school, discovering different things about himself etc. I plan to add a few chapters about him between the ages of 8-15 to add a bit of background information to the story but the rest of the story will be about him when he turns 16 and after that point. It's kind of a turning point in his life. I have read so many amazing stories (at 4 o clock in the morning) about Johnlock and I can only hope that mine might be half as good.
Eventually it will be a Johnlock story with a lot of fluff but I also want to make it as true as possible to Sherlock's character, who in my opinion can feel love but just finds it a little bit hard to show it. Being in a loving relationship will definitely help him with that problem ;). Please send me a PM if you have any comments about it or just leave a review
I have defiantly decided to make Mycroft and Greg a couple in this story even if there are too many gay characters in this story!
I will try and update weekly on a Sunday and I am hopeful that this will go to plan because while I am free I am trying to write as many chapters as possible so that even if I have lots of work I will be able to update!
Disclaimer: I do not own many of the characters in this and never will (sadly). The BBC and Arthur Conan Doyle do so I cant take any credit for the amazing characters
Chapter 1: Whizz, Bang and Pop
Location: Surrey, England
Date: 30th June 2006
Age: 8
Rating: K
This was not Sherlock's idea of a great day, even though one of his favorite things, experiments, would fill his day. Unfortunately he would not be the one conducting them and he could therefore conclude that the experiments would be age appropriate and boring. He didn't need to go to some chemistry show to watch experiments. He could easily do more challenging ones at home with his brand new chemistry set.
He leaned back in the very uncomfortable plastic school chair that he had been placed in after his brother wished him luck and made sure that the organizers of the event had his mobile number in case of an emergency (which often happened when Sherlock was left with a bunch of children his age). The only reason why Mycroft was being pleasant towards his sibling was the promise of money from his parents if Sherlock returned from the Chemistry show unharmed, feed and ready to bed by the time their parents returned from some posh dinner party.
Sherlock did not understand why he had been sent to a stupid Chemistry show (even its name was stupid. Who in their right mind called chemistry show Whizz, Bang and Pop.) He was used to being palmed off on various nannies or his older brother from a very young age but when he was told that he would not be able to be looked after by a new nannie, so that he could see how long it took him to annoy her enough to leave in order for him to spend some quiet time with a book, he was not very happy. At first he refused to move from his bed, which he had just got into after a night of experiments but after half an hour of moaning and biting, Mycroft had to pour water over him in an attempt to wash him without the hassle of making him have a shower. He did not want to spend another day cooped up in the house with a bored Sherlock and instead fancied a day out with his girlfriend. He also hoped that Sherlock might, in fact be able to make some friends as there was bound to be someone there who was on the same intellectual level as his genius brother. After a lot of huffing and panting and heaving and spluttering, Mycroft managed to haul Sherlock into a taxi that would take them both to the local village hall where the demonstration was being put on.
At exactly nine o' clock, Sherlock's thoughts were stopped briefly by the beginning of the chemistry demonstration. Sherlock even managed to keep his mind solely on the experiment for thirty minutes but after that long time of mind silence he could no longer pay attention to a man cooking an egg and then pouring nitrogen gas over it in order for it to resume to its previous state any longer. As Sherlock returned to his normal state of silence, he started to keep his brain occupied by doing his party trick that Mycroft had recently taught him because Mycroft wanted to be able to take Sherlock out in public with him without making a complete scene due to his lack of entertainment.
This is the first life lesson that Mycroft had offered Sherlock that he had actually appreciated and found useful. Its not that Mycroft was a bad older brother; he was always there when Sherlock asked questions that no one seemed to want to answer but recently Mycroft had become quite distant, preferring to stay in his room instead of helping Sherlock with his experiments. He had even started to date some girl in his year who was always twiddling her hair around her finger and wore very poignant expensive perfume that smelt like hydrogen sulfide. He was starting to act like a typical teenager. His brother had told him once that being sentimental can ruin your life. So why was Mycroft ignoring his own advice. It was like he didn't know him anymore. Everything about him seemed so fake.
Sherlock decided to stop thinking about his irritating sibling and concentrate on perfecting his new skill because he hoped that eventually his skill would become useful for his future job prospects. As Sherlock sat in the increasingly uncomfortable tiny plastic chair that made a very harsh noise with every slight movement, he started to use his skill so that he could possibly figure out the life stories of everyone there so that he could annoy them enough so that they would leave him alone during the two very long breaks.
However Sherlock would later find out that this was an unrealistic assumption because he underestimated the power of one girl in particular. Molly Hooper.
Molly Hooper did not stand out in Sherlock's mind at all and was probably the only reason why he was so shocked about how she was not like any of the girls he had ever had the disappointment in meeting. When he first spotted her in the first break of the day, he recognized her face from one of the social gatherings that his parents had dragged him along too as he looked cuter than his brother due to his age and dark brown curly hair that fell perfectly formed around his face adding to the cuteness of his prominent cheekbones. But other than that, she was just a normal rich posh girl who seemed to get everything she wanted according to her designer clothes and new Alice band that kept her long hair out of her face. She also fitted into the "popular group" and with that fact alone, Sherlock did not want anything to do with her in the slightest. However Sherlock had stared at her for a little too long and her friends were starting to point towards him and whispering in their little girly high-pitched voices. She turned around just as Sherlock looked away, paying too much attention to his plain cheese sandwich. He quickly looked up wishing that she wasn't looking at him so he could return to improving his skill but she was looking at him and smiling. Like a friendly smile! Not one that was meant to cause irritation. He quickly smiled back trying to be friendly just as Mycroft told him to be when confronting girls.
After 3 hours of playing a chemistry scavenger hunt around the hall, it was finally lunchtime. Sherlock found the scavenger hunt very boring and tried to get out of it numerous occasions and in the end the organizers said that he could help with the next experiment if he joined in and stopped ruining it for the other children. Sherlock began to make his way to his seat when he saw a girl sitting in his seat. It was the girl from early. He quickly spotted a nametag on her sandwich box and realized who she was. Molly Hooper. Baron and Baroness Hooper's daughter. He remembered his parents telling him about them once when he was forced into going to the Baron's birthday party. They were rich. Extremely rich. Even richer then his own father who practically ran the government and had inherited the whole of the family fortune as he was he was the sole heir.
"Hi I'm Molly. Molly Hooper. We met before at my dad's birthday party. We were about 5 years old and you had to borrow my clothes because you had managed to eat enough cake to make you sick." The girl quickly confessed in front of all her friends. Luckily none of them were listening but the fact that she had tried to humiliate him in front of everyone made his stomach burn with furry.
"Thanks for reminding me" Sherlock snarled, but took a moment to compose himself so that he could rebuke a very cunning reply, "As much as I appreciate your attempts to humiliate me so that you can make more friends and seem cleverer than you actually are, it would be very nice if you could keep you dull and imbecilic mouth shut before you decrease your intelligence further." And with that Sherlock stared at her intensely and walked away to find another chair just like his brother had told him to do when someone was being mean to him.
In the end he decided to hide outside the very unhygienic toilets that no one with the slightest bit of intelligence would use and he started to eat his lunch while trying to think of the best way to, whilst helping the organizers of the event mortify Molly Hooper enough that she would never have any friends in the near future and end the events so that he could go home to read To kill A Mockingbird.
"Hi… I was… just… looking… for you" Molly muttered, sitting down carefully, smoothing her dress out after she sat down.
"I don't want to talk to you"
"Well I do. I didn't mean to cause any offence with what I said. I just… wasn't sure if you remembered me and I thought I should remind you." Molly said blushing a light shade of pink but trying to cover it up with her hair. Silence awkwardly filled the air until Molly picked up the courage to resolve the situation, "I actually though that your idea about improving the scavenger hunt by taking a dead animal and hiding it in different place in the hall so that we can find all the parts and correctly identify what animal it was, was very… good. Your really clever, even though one might say that your idea would turn the scavenger hunt more into a biology related one and not a chemistry one."
Sherlock was shocked. He had not expected that when he saw her waking towards him 5 minutes ago. They sat in silence for a moment but they had to leave their hiding place imminently after they heard that the show was starting again. Molly stood up and held out her hand.
"Please except my apology."
Sherlock briefly thought but even though his mind told him not to, for the first time in his life he followed his heart, grabbing her hand and answering "apology accepted."
The day ended after the one and only explosion of the day and Sherlock practically cannonballed out of the room so that he could finish his experiment on different types of lichen. His day, in the end, wasn't that bad. After Molly apologized they took their places in the hall among molly's friend and he actually managed to enjoy himself as he even got to briefly help the organizers with 2 experiments.
When he managed to find Mycroft in the car park of the hall he started to drag his brother by pulling his arms but when Mycroft was still standing completely still among the grown ups, he bent down, grabbed his legs and started to pull with all his might.
"Mycroft!" Sherlock grumbled, puffing and panting using every possible muscle in his body so that he could overpower the giant teenager. "I can't stay around these imbeciles any longer. I might catch their stupidity if I am among them any longer."
"William Sherlock Scott Holmes! Don't be so absurd. Now be a polite little boy and say hello to Baron and Baroness Hooper." Mycroft practically shouted in his brother's face whilst pulling his brother to his feet and raising his eyebrow so much that Sherlock couldn't keep a straight face as his eyebrows were close to becoming tangled in his recently changed (Elvis Presley) hair.
Using all that he learnt in his elocution lessons, composing himself for a moment so that he could really focus on acting the part well, he held out his hand and said "Its so nice to finally meet you Baron Hooper. I was talking with your daughter early. She is really lovely. It would be so nice if she could come round and play, lets say tomorrow at 9? Your suit is really lovely… although you may want to try and hide the label…" Sherlock said leaning closer in and whispered "because you don't want people to know that you go your suit from Matalan instead of Ted Baker. Would you now?"
Suddenly Sherlock felt a boney hand swipe him around the back of the head and then the said hand grabbed his wrist tightly, pressing the fingernails into the boy's skin making him yelp.
"Baroness Hooper I hope to see you next Saturday at mummy's dinner party and do let Molly's nanny bring her over whenever is best for her tomorrow. Maybe she can show Sherlock how to behave properly!" and with that the Holmes brothers swept away from the bustling crowd elegantly (well as elegantly as one can dragging a eight year old behind him) and got into a nearby cab.
And this is how the very unlikely friendship between the two youngsters began. Molly and Sherlock met everyday from that moment on. Not always at the Holmes estate. Sometimes they went to molly's house if her parents were at home and sometimes they went with Mycroft and his girlfriend to the park. Sherlock tried to tease the loved up teenagers but Molly would always try and stop him because it wasn't right. Sherlock would get annoyed with Molly when she did this but they would always forget about it so that they could get on with another one of Sherlock's mad experiments. They enjoyed each others company because they could act normal around each other which was a change because they were always having to pretend to be someone they are not around their very critical families. *
Sherlock would never call Molly Hooper a friend in public but he frequently thought about her in that way when he had only his mind for company. Everyone knew that they had to make sure that the pair would stay friends forever because she kept Sherlock out of trouble and she seemed to have a little bit of a crush on the curly haired boy which could never be a bad thing. Everyone thought that Sherlock would never be able to get anyone to like him let alone fancy him so they couldn't ruin his chances of a happy life with a wife and a few children! Well at least that's what their families would believe would happen. It also helped that because Molly spent a lot of her time at the estate, her parents often had to come round to collect her and that helped keep the Holmes name up with the richest of the rich.
Some will say that Molly Hooper made Sherlock Holmes into the brilliant mind that he later became because she was the one who taught him how to never hide who is really is and that he should never be embarrassed by who he is.
*I just wanted to say as a kind of side note that both of their parents aren't critical as such, its just that they come from families who expect people to act a certain way and therefore they have to force these rules onto their children so that when they are in public they will not let the family name down.
Also wanted to say that I will update again hopefully on Wednesday because I managed to type this up pretty quickly.
