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A/N: I don't know Anderson's first name so I gave him an ugly one to match his personality. (Apologies to any Humphrey's reading this.) This is a five and one. Warnings for language and a bit of violence. Please hit the button to leave me fruit…er, a review. Thanks.

The First Time

The first time Humphrey Anderson saw John Watson they were ten years old. Later Humphrey wouldn't recall this meeting and neither would John, not really. John would remember losing Sherlock at the zoo but only vaguely the greasy haired boy that insulted and injured Sherlock while he was lost.

Humphrey Anderson tried to contain his excitement at this field trip. It wasn't at all cool to be ten years old and excited about going to the zoo. He stood in the line with some other boys from his class while the teachers spoke with the ticket taker. The other boys weren't his friends, they constantly picked on him but today he would impress them all with how much he knew about the animals. He would show them that he wasn't dumb and uncool. Then they'd all want to be his friend and they wouldn't pick on him anymore.

His attention was taken from his daydreams as a woman and two boys jumped the queue. He scowled, he hated when people did that. They thought that the world revolved around them and that they were better than everyone else. One day he'd show all the people like that, the people like his father, that they were all wrong. They weren't better than anyone else and he'd take them all down a peg or ten.

"John! John! John!" The younger of the two boys exclaimed while swinging on the hand of the older. "Can we see the bees today, John? Please?"

Humphrey snorted to himself. Not only was it the wrong season for bees but the London zoo didn't have a bee preserve or whatever they were called.

"It's wintertime, Sherlock," the older boy, who had to be this John, said with a small smile. "No bees right now."

"Why not?" The boy, Sherlock, had a fierce scowl on his face now.

"Because they're sleeping right now, Sherlock. We'll go see them in the spring, I promise."

"Spoiled," Humphrey snorted out loud this time but no one heard him as the teachers called for them to line up to go through the gate. From the corner of his eye he saw the two boys and the woman he presumed was their mother walk past the gate with a nod to the ticket takers. Figured, they didn't even have to show any tickets. A couple of spoiled little rich boys, just like he'd thought.

Humphrey trailed after the rest of his class for the rest of the morning. He had tried to tell everyone about the giraffes and their habits but no one listened. At the rhino exhibit he'd tried again and the largest of the boys had pushed him to make him shut up. The hippos were his last resort but this time one of the girl's had whispered something to one of her friends while he was talking and she in turn had told the girl next to her and soon everyone was laughing at something and sneering at him. He shut up then and spent the rest of the morning glaring at everyone and kicking at the fences of the enclosures. He hated them all.

At the restaurant they went to for lunch, Humphrey saw the boys again. They were quietly sitting at a table by the windows, alone. Where was their mother?

Just as the thought crossed his mind she appeared bearing trays of food and drink. Humphrey scowled again. Of course their mother waited on them, not like his own mother who was too lost in a bottle to even remember that she had a son most days.

"Thank you, Mum. Food, Sherlock," the older boy, Humphrey couldn't remember his name, said to the younger. "Time to eat."

"Busy," Sherlock said curtly.

"Don't care," the other boy returned evenly. "You'll eat or we'll go home and you can take a nap."

Sherlock shot the boy a betrayed look but took one of his fish fingers anyway. "I'm not tired." He pouted.

"You will be if you don't eat," the older boy warned.

"Listen to John, Sherlock." The woman said intervening before the two boys could start what looked to be a massive bickering session.

"Yes, Aunt Cecelia." Sherlock scowled and snapped up a bite of his fish fingers, his attention wandering to the window again.

"Thank you," John said and smiled at Sherlock. Sherlock shifted his eyes to John and nodded with a small smile.

Humphrey collected his own food and sat as far away from them as he could, resentment and hatred for these unknown boys burning in his stomach. It just wasn't fair that they had so much and each other too, while he had nothing and no one to care about him.

Soon after he'd sat down with his food, his class was called to gather together for the next exhibit and Humphrey lost track of the boys. It was three o'clock before their paths crossed again and the field trip was almost over. They were at the last exhibit of the day, the penguins. Humphrey wasn't all that enthused about penguins even though all the girls cooed over how cute they were and the boys laughed about how they played.

"Have you seen my John?" The voice came from right behind him and he whirled around to find the younger boy, the one with the funny name that Humphrey couldn't remember right then, addressing Eddie, one of the least repulsive of the boys in his class if only because he was an outcast too. The other boys didn't pick on Eddie as much as they did Humphrey but they did pick on him.

Eddie pushed his glasses up on his nose and stared at the boy. "No, I'm sorry, I haven't. Are you lost?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "No." He told Eddie curtly and then he turned to Humphrey. "Have you seen him?"

Humphrey sneered. "No. Go ask someone else."

The boy scowled at him before Eddie cut in. "Why don't we go find a teacher? Maybe one of them has seen John."

The boy shook his head. "They'll only want to notify security and then I'll never find my John. He'll find me if I stay here."

"How do you know he'll find you here?" Humphrey scoffed. "You're just a little kid, how could you possibly know what he'll do and I've seen him he's maybe the same age as me and wouldn't know where to look. The zoo's a big place he'll run around and get lost himself."

"My John always finds me," the boy said furiously. "You said you hadn't seen him."

"I saw him earlier at lunch," Humphrey said scornfully. Quick as a striking snake he reached out and grabbed the boy's collar and began towing him towards the teachers. "Mrs. Jonas! Mrs. Jonas! This little baby got lost and can't find his mummy."

"Let me go, you cretin!" The boy shouted as he struggled against Humphrey's hold. "You're hurting me!"

"I am not," Humphrey huffed trying to avoid flailing fists. One of them got through and suddenly pain exploded on his face. "Ow! You little shit!" He quickly let go and put a hand up to his nose, it came away covered in blood. "You vile little fucker! You hit me!" He advanced on the boy intent to cause him bodily harm.

"Humphrey Anderson!" Mrs. Jonas screeched out before the fist he'd raised had time to connect with the brat's face. "You stop that right now! What do you think you're doing?"

"He hit me, Mrs. Jonas! Look!" He pointed at his nose that was dripping blood down his lips.

"Well, you shouldn't have been dragging him like that," Eddie told him. "He grabbed the kid by his collar and was just dragging him along, Mrs. Jonas."

The boy watched them with wide eyes and a hand rubbing his throat. Mrs. Jonas took one look at him and frowned at Humphrey. "I will be reporting this to the Headmaster and your parents, Mr. Anderson." She turned back to the boy. "Are you all right, dear?"

He nodded. "Fine." He croaked out.

"You don't sound it, dear," Mrs. Jonas kneeled in front of him. "Where are your parents?"

The boy scowled fiercely. "Home," his voice was still hoarse.

"He was looking for someone named John," Eddie said helpfully. "Apparently John got lost."

"Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Jonas said. "We'll let security know and they'll find your John for you."

"Sherlock," rang out a young voice as Mrs. Jonas stood back up. "Sherlock! Are you in here?"

The boy's face lit up with a grin. "John!" He yelled his voice was still slightly rough but still clear enough for the older boy, the blond, John to shoulder his way through the students and to Sherlock's side. "You found me."

"I'll always find you, Sherlock." The blond boy pulled Sherlock into his arms. "You scared me."

Sherlock buried his head in John's chest. "Sorry, John."

"It's all right now, Sherlock. I'm here. I found you."

"This is the John you were looking for, dear?" Mrs. Jonas asked astonished. "Oh dear. Where are your parents, dear? Why aren't you in school?" She asked John.

"Our tutor is sick. Obviously." Sherlock scorned her.

"My mum is at the security office and then she'll come here to retrieve us. I told her I was coming here to check for Sherlock." He gave Mrs. Jonas a polite smile and then gently pushed Sherlock away from his chest and inspected his throat. His smile faded to be replaced with a murderous expression. "Who did this?" He growled out. His gaze flew around the gathered students before finally settling on Humphrey. Humphrey swallowed hard; it suddenly didn't matter that this boy was at least three inches shorter than him. That glare made him want to curl up in the fetal position and cry for his mummy. John's icy gaze took in the bloody nose and fearful expression and then he nodded with a malicious grin. "Good shot, Sherlock."

Humphrey, scared of the older boy or not, glared hatefully at Sherlock. This was all his fault. He never got the chance to vent his frustration at the boy though as John's mother chose that moment to enter the penguin enclosure with two security guards. While Mrs. Jonas assured them that everything was fine, now anyway, Eddie turned to John and Sherlock.

"How did you know he'd find you here? And how did you find him here?" Eddie asked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes again. John however smiled softly. "Easy." He stated. "The penguins are my favorite."

That made no sense whatsoever and it bugged Humphrey all the way home. Mrs. Jonas had informed the Headmaster who had in turn told his mother though she was too drunk to care that her son was suspended for three days and banned from all field trips for the rest of the year and now that he was home Humphrey went to his room, slammed his door and nursed his hatred for the two boys whose names he'd already forgotten.

Everything bad that had happened to day was that little brat's fault.

Scorecard: Watson: 1; Anderson: 0