A/N; I said it would be cute, didnt I?!
I love writing this...
Its also really funny to imagine John acting like this, even if he is 10.. :D
Disclaimer; I, once again, do not own Sherlock, or Benedict Cumberbatch, or Martin Freeman... (sad face)
Today was John's birthday. He was ten years old. Practically a man now, as his father would say.
Today was also the party, which John was growing more and more impatient for. Especially since he wasn't allowed to open his presents until everyone got here...
The doorbell went, and John looked at the clock. 5 minutes to 2! Whoever this was was early!
John almost skipped to the door, and when he opened it he saw Mr and Mrs Holmes. But he couldn't see Sherlock anywhere?!
'Um, hi. Where's.. Sherlock?'
John knew he was being slightly rude, but he wanted to see him and be able to know if they could be friends or not. John liked having friends.
'I'm. Here. Excuse me mother.' The boy that John assumed to be Sherlock squeezed past his parents. 'Hello.' He stuck his hand out.
'Hi!' John shook his hand with a smile. 'I'm-'
'John Watson. Ten years old. You like pirates and Spider-man, and you have one dog. Your favorite school subjects are PE and science. You have one sister, older, you find her very annoying. You had toast and jam for breakfast this morning and haven't eaten anything else since, and cannot wait to eat your birthday cake. Am I wrong?'
John looked at Sherlock with his mouth open, then at Mr and Mrs Holmes. They shook their heads.
'He's been practicing that for a while. This dueling-'
'Deducing' Sherlock interrupted
'Yes, and he likes to try it on anyone new he meets. Don't pay attention to it. Now, if you'll excuse us..'
They left to look for John's mum and dad.
'Wow' began John 'That was amazing!'
Sherlock smiled. 'I usually get 'go away' more often'
'How did you know-'
'I didn't know, I noticed'
'Okay, well then, how did you noti-'
'Well, there are banners with 'Happy Birthday John' all over them, and I already knew we were coming to the Watson home. You are wearing a badge that says '10' on it, confirming your age and the fact that they were your banners. The birthday decorations are all pirate themed, obviously to your liking, and you are wearing a Spider-man top, well worn which indicated that you wear it often. I know you like PE because of all the sports stuff outside, used recently as they are dry whilst the grass is wet. I know you like science because your jotter is sitting open over there and it has lots of smiley face stickers. You wouldn't perform well if you didn't enjoy the subject. You have glitter on your face, which I know is from your sister as she is covered in it. She pinched your cheek or something, and you wiped it of in disgust. You still have toast crumbs on the side of your mouth, and you keep looking at the cake. You want to eat it. Am I wrong?'
'Um.. no. No, your right.'
Sherlock smiled again, obviously happy. 'I'm Sherlock, by the way. Happy Birthday.'
Just then the doorbell rang again, and John opened it to see that all his friends had arrived at once.
Everyone came in, and John received all his presents.
He began to open them, guessing who's was who's, as they didn't have labels.
John opened the first one, which had a nice bow on top.
The box inside contained a packet of football trading cards and a five pound note.
'Cool! Who's this from?!' John looked around
'Before anyone could answer, Sherlock looked around the group in a second, then pointed to Tommy.
'Him.'
Everyone looked at Sherlock strangely, whispering 'how did he know?'
John just smiled. He thought it was cool.'
John continued opening presents, and Sherlock pointed out who the giver was before anyone could ask or own up. Everyone but John seemed to be sick of it.
Every present was opened, including a board game from Abby, some clothes and money from his parents, and an awesome hat from Jamie.
Everyone looked at Sherlock. Everyone had apparently given John a present but him. He looked around then seemed to remember something.
He took out a parcel from his pocket and gave it to John.
'You didn't have to you know, we're not really friends...'
'Of course not. I don't have friends. But nevertheless, my mother insisted I give you something. I chose it.'
John unwrapped the rectangular package, and it turned out to be 2 books. One on science for learners and one on,
'Pirates.' John looked at Sherlock and they both burst out laughing.
'You guys are so babyish!' complained Abby.
But then John's mother came through with the lit birthday cake and everyone sang.
Later, when all his friends had been picked up and only the Holmes family remained, John sat beside Sherlock and opened the book on pirates.
'I can't believe you, of all people, like pirates, Sherlock.'
'And what, exactly, is improbable about me liking pirates? And for the record, I don't just like them, I want to be one.'
'Really?'
'Yes, John. I would like to be a pirate.'
They looked at each other and laughed again.
They spent the rest of the evening talking and playing and trying to prove who was smarter. Sherlock won, of course, but John found that he didn't mind.
By the time all of their parents were finished talking, it was nearly midnight, and John and Sherlock had both fallen asleep on John's bedroom floor, surrounded by books and games.
'Aww, look at them. I never thought they'd find friends in each other. Sherlock doesn't have many, well, any friends.' Mrs Holmes sighed.
Mr Holmes went to move Sherlock, but Mrs Watson said
'You've probably had too much wine to drive tonight. You can sleep in the spare room.'
'That makes more sense. What about these two. We should move them, they'll hurt their backs on that floor.'
Between the four of them, the managed to get John and Sherlock onto John's Spider-man bed, both still soundly asleep.
They all left the room leaving John and Sherlock in companionable silence till morning.