AN: Hope everyone is enjoying this story, but i would help if i got reviews to help me.
"Thanks", the young boy said to Mycroft, as Sherlock helped to brush him off, the boy still looked surprised and curios as to why two boys had just helped him by getting rid of some bullies, he was just a little bit too shy to ask. Sherlock noticed this, as did Mycroft, who was first to answer he unasked question.
"My brother doesn't normally take an interest in what bullies do, unless it involves himself, so when I noticed hime over here standing up for you, I, lets just say I couldn't let anything happen to either of you," the young boy said as he picked up his book from the ground. "My names Mycrost Holmes by the way", Mycroft said, almost as an afterthought.
"John Watson", the sandy haired boy said to Mycroft, still slightly in awe at the older Holmes, who has just stopped brushing the grass off his book.
"Well, I am away to go and read my book now that there no imminent danger. Sherlock just tell me when you want to go home", Mycroft called over his shoulder as he went back to his seat on the bench beside the swings. Sherlock didn't even bother replying to his brother, he just turned to John, with wide - almost all-seeing - eyes.
"I'm Sherlock, incase you did't catch that, do you want to help me find some bugs?" the young boy asked the other, walking away, back to the trees again, but this time, with a shadow.
AN2: I think this story is coming to an end, just one more chapter left I think.