Chapter one: Mama (my chemical romance)
Pairings: John/Sherlock Mycroft/Greg (in later chapters)
About: Sherlock and John foster a six year old, before coming into care he was in an abusive household.
"John are you sure about this?" Sherlock asked nervously when the car pulled up to the foster home; he looked at his husband seriously.
"You said it yourself Sherlock, you want an older child because they will be less Hassel, here we are meeting a child were going to foster" he said sweetly squeezing Sherlock's hand lightly trying to reassure him.
"What if they don't like me..." he looked down at his lap shielding his eyes from John, embarrassment taking over.
John smiled slightly at this, he was adorable, he was never insecure about anything it was a different side of him, John know he'd quickly snap out of it but it was still adorable.
"they'll love you, just give them time, yeah?" he finally when Sherlock look back up at him "so no fancy deductions just keep them to yourself till we get home"
Sherlock rolled his eyes forcing out the word "fine"
He got out of the car snapping back into him.
John sighed getting out the car and walking beside Sherlock taking his hand in his.
he knock lightly, looking down when a small ginger girl clutching a teddy opened the door looking up at them bright green eyes, the silence thick in air, tension hanging when a career came to the door.
"Ah you must be the Holmes, move aside Madison and let the gentlemen threw" she said looking down at though girl.
She complied moving and running upstairs the faint screams heard from her informing the others of their arrival.
"I'm Anna Campbell, head of this care home" she smiled inclining her hand -she was a tall woman with brown hair, her long waves falling past her shoulders- She moved aside to let them in.
John shook her hand and nodded "Hello I'm Dr John Watson-Holmes and this is my husband Sherlock Holmes-Watson" Sherlock gave a tight smile in her direction as they were guided into bright colourful office.
"Wait here I'll go get William" she said walking from the office; they sat down looking around only to be brought back from their thoughts.
A small boy with dark sandy blond hair entered the room with the woman; he had bright blue eyes looking at John and Sherlock shyly.
"This is William Johnston, say hello William" she said sweetly putting her hand on his shoulder.
He looked down slightly and pulling on the sleeves of his T-shirt.
John looks at him happily "hello I'm John and this-" he gestured to Sherlock "is my husband Sherlock" he got up standing in front of him.
"Hello..." he said nervously looking at John quickly before looking back down and biting his lip.
John put his hand out to shake Williams, he flinched back from John and Sherlock got.
'He flinched when John put his hand out, he is holding the sleeves down and avoids eye contact, abusive house hold, and shy is a given possible lisp' he thought to himself next to John smiling down at him.
"He's a bit shy around new people" Anna admitted.
John nodded raising an eyebrow when Sherlock bent down to Williams's level.
"Hi, you know there's nothing to be afraid of, we're not going to hurt you, none will hurt you once you're with us, and we won't let you" he said softly, William looked at Sherlock biting his lip and nodded.
"Well I think I'll leave you to get acquainted" Anna said leaving the room.
John nodded "so how old are you?"
"Six..."
"Wow that's big so you're in...First class?" John asked going to the same level as Sherlock.
He nodded slowly sniffling "you've got a cold?" Sherlock asked him.
"Yes, but I fine" he said sniffling, Sherlock would of corrected him on his grammar but didn't think it was a good idea.
"Good, John is an army doctor" the detective told him softly.
"So you was in the army?" he asked perking up slightly.
"Yes, I treated many soldiers" he told him
He smiled slightly "and I'm a consulting directive" Sherlock told him.
"What's a con-sul-t-ing detective?" he asked confused
"It means when the police are out of there dept. which is always they come to me" he told him smirking.
He smiled at him fully nodding.
"So do you have a lot of friends in school?" John asked.
He shook his head "I don't have any friends..."
"Oh..."
As the hour went on they got acquainted but finally they had to leave.
The head of the care home came back in "right, sorry to break things up but William has homework, say goodbye to them William" she said sweetly standing beside the door.
he frowned slightly "bye..." he began walking out of the room, this was how it usually went he found a family that he liked but they didn't like him.
"William?" John called, he froze and turned back, this never happened what could he possibly want?
"Don't we get a hug?" John asked smiling softly.
He walked into John's warm and welcoming embrace.
"William" Sherlock asked looking down at John and the small boy; he looked so comfortable around them un-like when he first entered the room.
"Yes?" he asked looking up his big blue eyes getting the better of him.
"Would you like to come live with us?"