1. Courage

Hello! I would just like to introduce this series quickly. I am aware that the canon of John and Sherlock's age difference is roughly 4-5 years. But however, for the purpose of this series, I have changed that. At the beginning of each installment there is a note explaining how old Sherlock and John are in that particular oneshot. In some cases they are very far from canon! But thank you for accpeting the oddness and reading anyway! =)

Oh! And please don't try and link them to one another (the chapters, not John and Sherlock). Just take each oneshot seperately. If they link to each other, I will specify this as the beginning. Thank you!

Enjoy!

Sherlock aged 5
John aged 6

'Nuh! Give it back, you weird little boy!'

'...It's mine now.'

'No it's not! I got it first therefore I am the rightful owner! Give. It. Back!' Sherlock lunged to snatch a corner of the blanket and yanked it towards himself. He was evidently stronger than the short, blonde-haired boy in the oversized cable-knit jumper, and he came hurtling towards him, colliding into the curly-haired 5 year-old and causing them both to crash to the floor.

'Gerroff me!' Sherlock protested and tried to roll out from under the shorter boy. But the blonde had him pinned with his fists clenched around the corners of the blanket that was between them. He'd pulled it taut, pressing into the ground either side of the wriggling dark-haired loudmouth, and it now successfully trapped Sherlock to the ground beneath him.
John leaned forward slightly, challenging the boy with his own sapphire eyes pouring into the other's blue-greens, intently.

'We'll have to share then.' John said after a pause.

'Fine...' Sherlock grumbled but something about the blonde boy's eyes made him give in to him. 'But it's mostly mine.'

'Nope! It's ours. That's what sharing means.' Sherlock could tell the blonde boy didn't usually speak like this. He was usually the quiet type who went along with whatever everyone else was doing without complaint. But for some reason, sat atop the dark-haired boy, he'd found a small burst of courage. Enough to explain what sharing was and how to use it.

'...You're annoying...' Sherlock wriggled again but still remained pinned. 'Can you let me up now? I'm bored of this pinning game.'

'It's not a game.' John explained but starting getting up nonetheless.

'Well if it was,' Sherlock stood and twisted his shirt as if to readjust it. 'I would win.'

'What makes you the winner?' John almost whined, still clutching the blanket hard.

'This.' Sherlock reached and yanked it again, this time completely out of the shorter boy's grip. Before John could protest, Sherlock had whizzed away, letting the blanket fly behind him in a bright orange cape.