Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock or anything in it. I DO however own original cases, my OCs and anything else you don't recognize unless otherwise stated.

A/N:

"I know the world's a broken bone but melt your headaches call it home" is from Panic! At The Disco: Northern Downpour.

I'll think of original cases for this but to start I'm going to use original cases from my much older and less enjoyable story Double Deduction. I would take that story down but some people actually like it. This story will be much different from that one; this is not a remake of that story.

I know it's bad writing to use something from a previous story but I'm going to change the cases as much as possible since it's not the same OC and there's a second OC(a child) and this is NOT a Moriarty/OC.

This story will hopefully be a LOT better than Double Deduction since I've grown as a writer since finishing Double Deduction (7/24/2013).

Summary: Fae Ramsey and her son, Ryan, are moving into the newly renovated lower flat of 221 Baker St. Ryan doesn't talk to anyone besides Fae but takes an interest in Sherlock's experiments and job. He'd never had a father figure and he knew his mother was giving up everything for him, including her love life.

John pulled on his coat as he headed downstairs he stopped midway down the last flight, his jacket half on, and blinked. He finished pulling on his coat and looked down at the young black-haired boy sitting on the bottom step playing a handheld game. John opened his mouth and looked around before closing his mouth and looking back at the child.

"Um… hello?" He asked. The child didn't respond and kept playing his game. John walked down the rest of the stairs before turning to the child. "E-excuse me?" Green eyes flicked up at John briefly. The front door opened and John turned to see a woman, with black hair up in a ponytail, holding a box. She looked John with lighter green eyes. John blinked. "H-Hello?"

"Hi." The woman said blinking. "oh- sorry-" The woman moved to balance the box on her leg and left hand while she extended her right hand. "I'm Fae Ramsey ." The two shook hands. "I'm moving into the flat downstairs." John nodded with an 'oh' face. He remembered that Ms. Hudson had renovations done on the lower flat during the past month.

"John Watson, I live upstairs." He pointed up.

"Nice to meet you." Fae said with a polite smile.

"Is this-" He pointed to the boy briefly. "your-" Fae nodded.

"That's Ryan, my son, yes." John nodded. They stood there in an awkward silence.

"Oh let me help you with that." John said before taking the box.

"Oh thank you." Fae said with a smile. "Would you believe the movers unloaded everything then just left it outside?" Fae said before sighing and shaking her head. John frowned. Ms. Hudson walked into the landing from her flat and smiled when she saw John and Fae.

"Oh good you've met." She said clapping her hands together. "Such a gentleman." She said seeing that John was holding the box. "Where's Sherlock?" She asked.

"Oh, he's doing some experiment." John said nodding upstairs.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ms. Hudson walked to the stairs and put a hand on the railing. "Sherlock!" She called up. John noticed Fae's curious look.

"My flat mate and I will help you bring everything in." John said to her with a smile. There was a sound of footsteps overhead before the four heard Sherlock coming down the stairs.

"Yes Ms. Hudson? I'm in the middle of something if you could keep it brief." He said stopping on the middle of the stairs. He glanced down at Ryan, who was still playing his game and ignoring the adults around him, before he looked to Fae.

"This is Fae Ramsey, she and her son are moving into the flat downstairs. Be a dear and help her bring in their things." Ms. Hudson said with a smile that silently told Sherlock that he'd better help the girl. Sherlock nodded after a moment. "Good. It shouldn't take long with three people. I'll make some tea for when you're all finished." Ms. Hudson clapped her hands together once more before going back into her own flat. John looked up at Sherlock who walked down the rest of the stairs. Sherlock looked down at Ryan as he passed him before looking to Fae and holding out his hand. They shook and Sherlock opened his mouth.

"No, Sherlock, don't-" John tried to say but was cut off by the consulting detective.

"Young, mid-twenties at least. Slight dark circles under your eyes, suggests you have a hard time sleeping; possible insomnia. No wedding band or any indication there was ever one in the first place. Calluses on the tips of your fingers of your left hand; you play a strings instrument. Phone in your right pocket as well as a watch on your right wrist; right handed. Old sweatshirt, t-shirt, jeans and worn sneakers: either you don't care for fashion or you put your money elsewhere." He glanced down at the 3DS Ryan was playing on. "Fingernails are painted but the paint is severely chipped, not a lot of makeup, showing you do care about your appearance but don't have enough time to focus on it hence the ponytail. Piercings-" He gestured to Fae's ears which had silver studs and rings along the shell of the left ear. "and tattoos-" He gestured to the little black heart on underside of Fae's left wrist and a group of small stars on the right side of her clavicle. "suggesting you had a rebellious phase."

"Are you quite done?" Fae asked tilting her head and raising her eyebrows slightly with a fake smile.

"I could go on." Sherlock said. John frowned, giving Sherlock a look.

"Sherlock." He said. "Enough." He turned to Fae. "I'm sorry, he does that to everyone."

"It's alright." Fae said shaking her head. "He didn't say anything new." She said with a shrug. "You could just put the box down anywhere; stack them if you have too." John nodded and headed downstairs. Fae headed outside to get another box. Sherlock looked down at Ryan who glanced up at him, holding his gaze longer than he'd held John's, before once again going back to his game.

The three finished bringing everything down into Fae's new flat before they went into Ms. Hudson's to have tea. Fae went to get Ryan from his spot on the stairs but he wasn't there. His 3DS sat open, his game paused, where he had been.

"Ryan?" She called. John stepped out.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Did you see Ryan come outside with us before?" Fae asked as she went to the front door.

"No." John said shaking his head. Fae opened the door and glanced out.

"Ryan?" She called again. Sherlock stepped out of Ms. Hudson's flat and frowned slightly. He glanced at the 3DS then looked up the stairs before he headed up them.

"Sherlock?" John asked.

"He's not outside." Sherlock said. Fae closed the front door then she and John followed Sherlock up the stairs and into his flat. He walked into the kitchen and gestured to Ryan who stood there looking at Sherlock's current experiment. Fae walked around Sherlock to go over to Ryan and kneeled in front of him.

"Hey, you gotta tell me when you go somewhere, okay?" Ryan turned to face her with a straight face. "And you can't just come into other people's flats without their permission." Ryan nodded once. Fae stood and turned to Sherlock. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright he didn't touch any-" Sherlock looked over at the experiment on the table before walking over to it. He looked down at a piece of paper with a finished equation on it. Sherlock had been writing it out for John to put into his blog, as an explanation for one of their cases, but he hadn't finished it before Ms. Hudson had called him down.

"If he messed something up I'm really sor-"

"No." Sherlock said before turning his head to look at Ryan. Ryan silently looked back at him.

So that's the prologue. I really hope this story turns out better than my last Sherlock fic. I think I can do it guys. ^_^ Thank you for reading, next one out within the week.