Johnny's daddy was taking him fishin'
When he was eight years old
A little girl came through the front gate holdin' a fishing pole
His dad looked down and smiled, said we can't leave her behind
Son I know you don't want her to go but someday you'll change your mind
And Johnny said "Take Jimmy Johnson, take Tommy Thompson, take my best friend Bo
Take anybody that you want as long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy please don't take the girl"

Today was going to be awful, and Sherlock Holmes knew it from the time his father entered his room, carrying fishing supplies. "Sherlock, your mum's out with the ladies today and your brother has a meeting for his speech and debate team later on. I've been given the day off and so I was thinking we-"

"No." The eight year old murmured as he glanced up from the book he'd been reading. Out of his peripherals, he saw his dad shrink for a fraction of a second, then straighten himself up.

"It wasn't a request, Sherlock. Put on some of your older clothes and trainers. We'll be leaving in about half an hour." And with a curt nod, he left the room and headed back downstairs. Sherlock stared at the pages of his book for a second longer before he let out a deep sigh and closed it. If only he were part of any clubs, maybe then he would be able to get out of these pointless and dull things.

He knew his father was only trying to make up for lost time (his job rarely ever gave him a day off), but did he really have to choose fishing of all things? He must've been reading some parenting magazine or something because even he didn't enjoy doing those sorts of things either. There was no way to get out of it this round, so instead of throwing a tantrum like some spoiled brat he did as he was told and met his father downstairs. As expected, there were a couple of ice boxes waiting as well as fishing gear. Sherlock felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance but said nothing as his father asked him to help load the car.

They were almost finished loading everything up when there was the sound of another car pulling up. Curious, Sherlock hopped out of the trunk of their vehicle to see who it was. Much to his dismay, there stood an eleven year old boy with short, sandy hair, big eyes, and a fishing pole. Sherlock (somewhat lovingly) called this boy "Idiot", but most people called him John. Behind John was his mother, who looked as tired and rundown as always. She urged her son forward, towards the bitter curly haired boy. From the way John moved, he was a bit reluctant to tag along as well.

"Thank you so much, Terrence." She grinned and blew a piece of hair away from her line of vision. "John has been so distant ever since James was sent back to, well, you know." There was a distant pain in her eyes that even Sherlock could see. She appeared as though she'd slept for four hours, and judging from the screaming child in the back seat of her car, that was the cause of it along with missing her husband terribly. For a brief moment he felt pity for the Watson family, but it was quickly washed away as John accidently stumbled into him. Really, for a boy his age he should've known how to work his feet. It just went to show that their family was one big mess, and honestly he didn't know why his own family decided to interact with them or think about them at all.

Finally, she left along with her screaming child, but forgot John. At least, that's what Sherlock liked to think. He tugged on his father's sleeve to get his attention, and then scowled. "I believe that Martha forgot she brought John because she's gone yet he's still here." He thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "But I suppose he could just sit here and wait until she remembers and decides to come back for him…" Sherlock's father's eyes widened a bit and he glanced at the other boy, who seemed to be absorbed with staring longingly at the road, probably wishing his mother had taken him with her.

"Sherlock Holmes! That is no way to treat a guest. John's mother left him here so he could come with us. We most certainly are not going to leave him behind." He fixed his gaze onto his son, which turned into more or less of a glare. He then went to grab John so the two boys could hopefully become more acquainted, but Sherlock stopped him once more.

"Please, don't take John. Why can't we take my skull or the dog or even bloody Mycroft? It's not fair that I-" He didn't get to finish for his father had reached over and lightly smacked him on the mouth.

"Do not use that language! Go and get John so we can leave." Sherlock opened his mouth to protest, but his dad stopped him by saying "Now."

With a few huffs of complaint, the younger boy did as he was told and made his way to John, who was still staring at the road. Sherlock cleared his throat a few times before he crossed his arms over his chest and looked right through him. "Idi- John." He stated.

The older boy looked over his shoulder, spotting Sherlock. In the matter of a second his expression darkened, and even he wore a scowl. "Sherlock." He turned back around and glared at the street. He didn't want to go either, but his mother had made him. She'd told him that he looked like he'd been lonely and he heard her talking to her aunt about how he needed a bit of a male influence while his father was away. Why Sherlock's father seemed like a good candidate was beyond him, but the two families were close friends and so it was the first person she thought of.

"You know, you could just tell father you're incapable of fishing and stay here." The younger boy mused.

"I'm perfectly capable of fishing, thank you very much. You don't look like it though. Your arms are scrawny. You'd probably be pulled out into the lake when a little guppy gets your line."

Sherlock felt his face heat up from anger, but he recovered fairly quickly. "Good comeback. I didn't think that you were able to form such large sentences."

"You know, you don't have to be such an arse all the time, Sherlock. No one is going to like you ever."

It was silent between them for a long while before Sherlock broke the silence. "I'd rather be alone anyways."