"Sherlock? Come back here at once, Sherlock i wont ask you again" his mother called as he wondered into the woods by their country house. She was going to follow, but Sherlock had never wandered off and not returned.

At the young age of four, his curiosity was already getting the better of him, he thought to himself as he wandered deeper and deeper into the woods. His bright blue wellington boots had specks of mud all over them, but he didn't care, he was eager to explore.

When he reached a clearing, he stopped. Infront of himwas a small baby, maybe a year or two old. The baby only wore a large cotton shirt, Sherlock slowly walked towards the boy, he had actually found something of interest.

He knelt down inspecting the boy's hazel eyes and tanned shin, he had a small clump of blond hair on top of his head that was incredibly messy. Sherlock inched his face closer to the boys to gather in every detail. without indication, the small boy leaned up and kissed Sherlock on the nose, Sherlock fell back and the both blushed.

Wrapping his long coat around the boy and cradeling him in his arms, he got up and started back to the house. He came in the back door, as he started to climb the stairs his mother asked in a stern tone "where on earth have you been?" Sherlock turned and she rushed towards him.

"Sherlock, where on earth did you take this baby from?" she said taking the boy from Sherlock's arms.

"I found him" he answered with a large grin on his face " can i keep him?"

"I don't know Sherlock i really don't know"

His mother did some research and phoned the police, within the week, John, as he was now called, would be adopted into the family.

Sherlock was over the moon when he found out, he loved the boy and this would be his friend, his John, the only person he tolerated and the only person who tolerated him.

These were only sick fancies, but no matter what it took, Sherlock would make John his.