It was after school and Sherlock, John and all the other kids were waiting for their parents to come pick them up. A black car with tinted windows pulled up. "That's my ride..." Sherlock said as he began to walk towards the car.

"Bye Sherlock! See you tomorrow!" John said as he waved to his new friend. Sherlock stopped in his tracks and turned to wave back at John, "Bye! Tomorrow then!"

As Sherlock climbed into the car he found it was the family driver, Scot Wilson, who was driving rather than his mother. Mrs. Holmes had a rather busy life, which is why she always tried to pick her children up and bring them home. But that only ever seemed to happen once every two weeks, if she was lucky.

"Where's mummy?" Sherlock asked as he buckled himself into the seat.

"She had an unexpected appointment come up, she sends her regards and says she will see you when she returns later on this evening."

More like later tonight Sherlock thought.

"She also wishes me to remind you that you are visiting your father this weekend."

Sherlock gave a very audible groan, this weekend he was going to experiment with a dead bird he found in the garden. He had to wait to do the experiment because the bird had to already be in the decomposing stage. A very small spot in him felt even sadder because he was considering asking John to join him. Well, at least that means Sherlock couldn't scare him off and he would have a friend for a little while longer.

In the Watson family car, Mrs. Penelope Watson had already picked up Harriet, John's older sister, and John and they were on their way home. "Did you have a nice day at school John?"

"Yeah! I even made a new friend! His name is Sherlock, and he can see things other people can't see-"

"Mum, can you pick me up some hairspray at the store?" Harry asked as she texted a friend on her phone.

"MUM! Harry interrupted me!" John yelled as he accused his sister.

"Not uh!"

Yeah uh!"

"Shut it John!"

"Now John, Harry, no fighting, remember what your doctor said John, nothing too exciting. It's not good for your leg-"

"Damn my leg!"

Both Mrs. Watson's and Harry's jaws dropped. "John Hamish Watson! What have told you about using those awful words!?"

John opened his mouth to defend himself, but Penelope beat him to it. "I don't care if your father using those words or not! You are not too use those words again! Am I understood?"

"Yes Ma'am..."

As John and Harry jumped out of the car and run inside the house, Penelope Watson shook her head. She would have to speak with her husband about using curses in front of his son. Yes, Harry and John were Mr. Watson's children, not her's. It made her sad to see them; she ever so wanted children of her own. But Clint had made it very clear that he didn't want children, not for a while, at least that's what Penelope hoped.

The first Mrs. Watson, Clara, had died soon after John's birth. Apparently, the poor girl was too fragile and weak to give birth and it was a miracle John had lived. Ever since Clara's death Clint had been cold and cruel to John, and even went as far as blaming him for his wife's death. It had taken a total of 5 years for Clint to get over his wife's death, and then he almost immediately married Penelope.

Harriet had adjusted to Penelope quite well, and one day, on Harry's birthday, Penelope took Harry out shopping, that was the first time Harry called her 'Mum'.

John, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He had only seen pictures of his mother and from them proclaimed her to be 'the most beautiful person who ever lived'. Once he meet Penelope he almost immediately took a disliking towards her, and it became even worse once he realized that this woman was here to stay. Ever since the car accident John and Penelope had grown closer, not as close as Penelope would like, but closer none the less.

John still had his moments when he wanted nothing to do with the woman, but every so often, John would let his guard down around her.

As Penelope got closer to the house she heard John yell,

Oh God...he's home already...

Sherlock sat on a stool in the kitchen as he waited for some water to boil he was using for an experiment. As he waited he was reading a couple books. Sherlock had never had friend before, so he had no idea what he was suppose to do with one. And when Sherlock didn't know something, there were only two opinions, research it, or ask Mycroft.

Sherlock had gone into the family library and had looked for any books he could find on 'friendship', he even went as far as to look up the definition in a dictionary.

friend·ship

ˈfrendˌSHip/

noun

noun: friendship

1.

the emotions or conduct of friends; the state of being :relationship, close relationship, attachment, mutual attachment, association, bond, tie, link, union.

As he looked around he even found a book called "Faithful John".

After about two hours of searching he had a general idea of what friendship was, but he still had no idea what he was suppose to do now that he had it. Only opinion left: Ask Mycroft.

So there Sherlock, reading "Faithful John" In his kitchen while waiting for Mycroft to come down. Mycroft at the moment was upstairs in his study doing homework. Sherlock had done his on the way home and was now starting to get board.

Finally, after waiting for what felt like hours, Mycroft came down looking for a snack. "MYYYYYYCROOOOOFT!" Sherlock yelled as soon as he heard the stairs creek when his brother put his foot down on the first step. Mycroft sighed, why did he always have to play babysitter? Why couldn't his mother hire someone?

Mycroft entered the kitchen with a sigh, "What is it Sherlock?"

"What do you do with a friend?"

"Why do you want to know? You don't have any friends!"

"Yes I do! His name is John!"

"Ha! That's rich! You've got an imaginary friend!"

"He's real you idiot!"

"Ha! You wish!"

"HE IS TOO REAL!"

"Just tell me why you want to know..."

"Cause, I wanted him to come over and...I didn't know what to do..."

"Play games, watch movies, talk about girls,tell secrets, talk about your interest, I don't know!" All the while Mycroft got a piece of chocolate cake and went back upstairs to his room.

Sherlock took in this information and began to try and plan for a...'playdate'...with John. But it would have wait for some time, cause right now he made an even bigger problem.

He had to plan for his 'visit' with his father.