A/N: This is my first Sherlock fan fiction, please be nice guys

Also; they are just children here...

"Go on just go over John" the tallest child nudged John before pointing over to the swings where a boy sat by himself staring down at the floor, "he won't harm you, he's pathetic. Just ask him if he's Mycroft's brother, GO!" and with that he pushed him away as he turned around to face the rest of the group, who were sniggering at John.

Walking over to the swings John turned round to see that the group of boys were no longer paying attention, slumping he stopped the swagger he had put on to impress them and slowed his walking down while he ran his sandy brown hair, which had previously been spiked up but now had fallen down into a sweep like hair do, that bounced as he stepped. Compared to the other boys John was quite small and when he realised that he was within 20 metres of the boy his footsteps became even more reluctant. Stepping from the grass onto the concrete like floor surrounding the swings he looked down at the floor attempting to find what Sherlock was watching thoroughly before realising he was standing on it, lifting his foot up his eyes wide the small bug scuttled out from the shadows and under the swing.

"Sorry" he winced as Sherlock head shot up; causing his dark brown curls to ripple as his piercing eyes looked into John's. Sighing and rolling his eyes as John who cleared his throat "Are you Mycroft's brother?" he demanded sternly but his voice quivered at the end of the sentence making him sigh and collapse forward. "I'm sorry apparently I have to hit you, but I can't."

"I am and you are John Watson." Sherlock replied almost immediately ignoring the last part of the sentence.

"Yeah that's me"

"That wasn't a question, why do you have to hit me? Oh wait I know that already, because I'm a freak because I already what the teacher is talking about and more, I get it. But do you have to hit me? Because I know you don't want to." His voice had a ring of cockiness to it.

"How?" his eyes widened.

"Because you are slumping, anxiously fiddling with your hands" Sherlock reeled off his eyes scanning John's body while he searched for more information, quickly John stood up straight and stopped fidgeting, thinking it would make him unreadable "you keep looking over at them wondering if they are still watching you, your voice keeps quivering and going weird, you look like a rabbit in some headlights and I could go on but they are starting to get suspicious and wondering whats going on"

"How do-" John gasped in amazement

"How do I know that? I'm amazing." He smirked "so do you want to hit me now or?"

"No" John shook his head quickly "I didn't want to anyway"

"I know" he murmured under his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm just going to" he pointed over his shoulder to where his group of friends were standing "bye" he smiled sheepishly and started to turn

"Bye" Sherlock smiled awkwardly then returned back to watching the bug on the ground and pulled out a small bug book to find out this weird specimen in a book. Glancing up quickly he saw that John had stopped at the end of the concrete and was looking back over his shoulder at Sherlock.

"Sorry but I don't want to go back over" he sighed "can I stay here?" before Sherlock could answer he had walked over and sat down on the swing next to him, Sherlock's eyes peeked over the top of his book scanning the floor for the bug, but let out a muffled squeak when he saw that the bug was nothing but a blur on the concrete and on the bottom of John's shoe. Sighing heavily he slammed the book shut and shoved it in his pocket,

"So do you still want to be a doctor in the army?" he smiled and positioned himself on the swing and crossing his legs.

P.S I haven't read many of the fan fictions, so sorry if there's already one like his, I may continue if you want.