Disclaimer : I Do Not Own Sherlock.
Chapter One: John Meets The Holmes'
Mycroft was a little scared of happy Sherlock. He had seen grumpy Sherlock, sad Sherlock and many negative things concerning his little brother, but he had never see a happy, skippy and hyper Sherlock. They arrived home, and before Sherlock could run off anyone, Mycroft had grabbed his brother's arm and pulled him to their father's study, where both of their parents were doing their own thing.
"Was the park nice?" Sherlock's mother asked from her seat on the study's couch, reading a very thick novel. You could tell where Sherlock had gotten his traits from, while Mycroft had that of his father's.
"Sherlock made a friend" Mycroft said and both of their parents eyes went wide. Mr Holmes stopped writing notes for his work at the government and stood from his chair.
"A friend?" his father asked, he wasn't sure if his son was joking or not.
"Yes, his name is John. He's amazing" said Sherlock and he broke free from Mycroft's killer grip and ran closer to his parents.
"As I said his name is John. I showed him what I could do, and he called me amazing and told me my mistake. He and I plan on meeting up tomorrow. He even gave me his number" and Sherlock held up the piece of paper.
"Darling, you can't go to the park tomorrow, the weather report said that it's raining tomorrow" said Mrs Holmes. Sherlock's face fell.
"However, we could invite him to the house for the day. Marcus can go and get him for us. Just give me his number and I'll phone his mother for you." Sherlock eagerly handed over the paper and ran to his room.
"Will you allow this friendship to continue?" asked Mycroft. He knew his parents had plans for them both, and none of them included a friend.
"It depends on whether this John is good enough for my son" said Mr Holmes.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Mrs Watson answered her phone the next morning. Her son was still in bed, while her husband and daughter were sitting at the table. They all had light headaches, as John would not stop talking about a new friend he made at the park, Sherlock Holmes.
"Hello" she said while flipping some pancakes.
"Yes, this is Mrs Holmes, I believe my son and your son had plans to meet up today" said the voice on the other line. Mrs Watson blinked. This women had a very distinctive voice.
"I believe so" said Mrs Watson.
"Anyway, the plan was for them to meet at the park. However, due to the rain, I felt that it would be better if John come and spend the day at my house, do you agree?" asked Mrs Holmes.
"I suppose so."
"Good, can we get you address so I can send my driver to collect John. Sherlock will be with him" said Mrs Holmes. Mrs Watson gave her address and hung up.
"Who was it?" asked her husband.
"Sherlock's mother" answered Mrs Watson.
"The freak?" asked Harry. Her parents ignored her. Silence filled the house until a loud banging suggested that a hyperactive ten year old was running down the stairs. Sure enough, John slid into the room, still in his pjs and wearing socks. He hadn't seen the rain yet.
"Mummy, can I go to the park?" asked John, as he sat at the table.
"I'm sorry, darling" said his mum, "it's too wet. But, Mrs Holmes said that you were to spend the day at their house. Are you sure that they are safe?"
"Yes, Mum" said John, "how I am getting to their house?"
"Someone is coming to pick you up. And you won't get to go if you don't eat your breakfast."
Half an hour later, there was a knock at the door and John answered to see a man and Sherlock.
"My mum'll be here in a sec" said John as Mrs Watson arrived.
"Your Sherlock" said his mother.
"Yes Mrs Watson, mummy told me to say thank you for allowing John to come over" said Sherlock. Marcus nodded.
"Yes, he needs to be home by four" said Mrs Watson, she smiled to John , handed him his coat and passed him a mobile.
"Text me every hour" she said as Sherlock pulled John out the house.
"Yes Mum" said John and he allowed Sherlock to pull him under Marcus' umbrella and to the dark car waiting for them.
Marcus was smiling by the time they arrived at the manor. Sherlock seemed like a normal boy the entire ride home. He escorted the two boys to the manor and into the hallway before he left to get something to eat.
Waiting in the hall was Mycroft, who stared at Marcus' smiling face before turning to the two boys.
"Mycroft, John. John, Mycroft" said Sherlock. Mycroft arched an eyebrow at Sherlock's introduction, who kept staring at John. John smiled and shook his hand. Mycroft was getting mixed signals. John was obviously from a middle class family but he fitted in with the upper class establishment.
"Pleasure to meet you" said Mycroft, shaking John's hand.
"You too" said John, taking his hand back.
"Where are Mummy and Father?" asked Sherlock.
"They are in their study, they would like to meet John" said Mycroft. He lead the two boys to the study, knocked and they walked in.
"You must be John" said Sherlock's mother, getting up from a chair and approaching him, slowly taking his small hand in hers.
"Yes" smiled John, "it's nice to meet you."
Sherlock grabbed John's shoulders and started to pull his coat off. John let him.
Mr Holmes bowed his head to John, who smiled back at him. Mrs Holmes took the coat off Sherlock.
"Mummy, can we go to my room?" Sherlock asked. His mother said yes. They last thing they heard as the two boys left the room was:
"So, what could you tell from my mum?" coming from John and Sherlock's laugh.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
They had lunch around one, and Sherlock's mother and father were thrilled that Sherlock had found someone who likes him for being himself. John was certainly bringing the best out in Sherlock.
He got the boy to eat, and that is tick in the cook's book.
Time came too soon and it was nearing four.
"Mummy, can you give John a lift to his house?" Sherlock as his mother while she read the papers.
"Certainly" said his mother, she stood up and the two boys followed her to her car, grabbing John's stuff on their way.
Sherlock and John climbed into the back seat and were talking the entire way there (John had already given Mrs Holmes the directions) and soon pulled up out John's house.
"John, would it be okay if I came in to talk to your parents?" Mrs Holmes asked.
"I'm sure it would be okay" said John and he lead them to his front door. Mrs Holmes knocked and Mrs Watson answered.
"John" she smiled, and she looked up, "you must be Sherlock's mother."
"Yes, I was wondering if we could come in to talk" said Mrs Holmes.
"Of course" said Mrs Watson and she moved to allow them in.
Sherlock and John were sent to John's room.
Their mothers had an hour long conversation, but after that the two boys were inseparable. A spare bed had been moved in both boys room (courtesy of the Holmes). John still went to public school and Sherlock was still home schooled, but instead of John going to his sisters friends house, Mr Holmes was always outside the school, ready to pick John up.
Sherlock was there when John's mother died in the war.
John was there whenever Sherlock's experiments failed - he helped clean up the mess.
As they got older, they seemed to get closer.
Eventually, the time came for John to complete his dream and for Sherlock to looked for his dream.
