UGH! I'm so angry right now! I had this chapter all written out and nice and then my computer decided to be an ASS TACO and I lost the chapter because I didn't save the damn thing cause I'm an idiot! So, I had to rewrite this entire thing and I really hope it turned out okay…
BTW – Andy is Anderson, which was probably obvious…
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A loud annoying noise sounded through the room causing John to wake instantly and hit his snooze button. He hid under his covers blocking out the morning sun that was shining through his window. He lay there for a moment and then got up knowing he'd be punished if he did not do his chores. He looked over on his bedside table and saw his mouse friend.
"What are you looking at?" John asked bitterly and lifted himself out of bed reluctant to start the day. He did his usual routine of taking a shower, getting dress, and starting breakfast. He wore the same clothes every day, jeans, a brown shirt dark enough to cover the stains he acquired throughout the day, and no shoes. The blond didn't own shoes; it was a way for Jim to make sure John couldn't get to far from the house if he attempted to run away again.
After getting ready for the day, he made his way in to the kitchen to make breakfast. As usual, his mouse friend sat on the counter waiting to be fed. The mouse had been hanging around for two years now and John grew to consider it his only friend, after all he was the only house servant. All other servants had to stay out of the house. The blond regretted trying to run away three years ago, the punishment was to never be able to leave the house again which meant no more hanging out with Sarah or the horses. John threw on a pink laced apron his stepfather made him wear and got started cooking and making tea.
"Don't look at me like that," John said looking over at the mouse on the counter. The mouse sniffed the air and John rolled his eyes. "It's not like I chose to wear this stupid thing!" John said frustrated motioning to his apron. The kitchen intercom all of a sudden came on causing both John and the mouse to jump.
"John, Where is my breakfast!" Andy yelled impatiently through the intercom. Another voice sounded not even a second after.
"John, Breakfast now!" Sally screamed. John set up three trays quickly, each with a cup of tea and full English breakfast. He passed the mouse a piece of cheese, the mouse nibbled on it happily.
"Do I get a thank you," John asked, the mouse looked up at him. "You're welcome," the blond said with a smile.
"Johnny-boy," A calm voice came from the intercom. "You're late with breakfast today." It was two minutes past 8 am. He was only two minutes late and he knew he'd be punished for this. He balanced two trays on his hands and one on his arm. He made it up the long stairs easily. Stairs were easy, he lived in the attic which caused him to climb quite a few stairs every day. Now, carrying three trays was more of a problem but he had been doing it for years so the problem became less significant. He made it to Andy's door and managed to get the door opened by balancing one of the trays in hand on his free arm and turning the doorknob with his now free hand.
"Took you long enough," Pouted the 16 year old boy lying in bed. John didn't say anything; he didn't even make eye contact. Last time he made eye contact with Andy, John was locked in his room for two days without food and water. The blond set the breakfast tray down on the bedside table and grabbed a basket full of dirty clothes from the corner of Andy's room with his free hand and left. Next was Sally. He set the basket down in the hall and entered his stepsister's room.
"You're late," She said yawning and stretching. John said nothing as he set the breakfast tray down on the bedside table. The servant made sure not to make eye contact with Sally just in case. He then grabbed the basket of dirty clothes Sally had left near the door and left the room. He left the baskets in the hallway as he stood with one last tray in front of his Stepfather's room. John knocked.
"Come in," A sweet happy voice called from inside the room. John walked in hesitantly caring the breakfast tray. "Oh good, breakfast is finally here." John sat the tray down on Moriarty's bedside table and turned to leave. "Wait." John closed his eyes tight and stood still. "Turn around." He did so opening his eyes. "Come here." John walked to the side of Jim's bed. The stepfather sighed and looked at John then patted the bad. John sat down reluctantly. "Johnny-boy, you were late today, it's been happening more often," Moriarty said in fatherly tone.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," John said with his head down. Jim put his hand on the blond's chin and lifted his head so he could see John's face. "You look so much like your mother," He said in a daze, he was still just waking up.
"Really?" John asked starting to smile. His stepfather was a real bastard but at times could be sweet.
"Well then, you better be off," Jim said, longing lurked in his voice. As John started to stand, the stepfather grabbed John's wrist to keep him from getting up. "Oh, I almost forgot your punishment for being late. But since you have been without food for two days already, I don't think it would be wise to starve you further, maybe that's why you were so late today." John had forgotten he hadn't eaten in two days, after the first day you get used to feeling hungry.
"What are you going to do?" John asked just wanting to know already. His stepfather liked to take long dramatic pauses.
"Clean the entry room floor with a toothbrush," Moriarty said dismissively letting John's wrist go. John quickly got up, grabbed Jim's basket of dirty clothes, and walked to the door. "Oh, and Johnny-boy."
"Yes," John said standing at the door not looking behind him.
"If you're late again, physical punishment will be administered," Moriarty said coldly.
"Yes sir," John said and left the room. Once in the hallway, John breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at Andy's basket. His mouse friend looked up at him from the basket. "I'll give you more cheese if you shit in his clothes when I'm done cleaning them. The mouse tilted it's head to the side making John giggle.
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"Mummy," the prince said bitterly as he sat down in the chair across from her. Lestrade the trusted loyal guard/ advisor stood behind the queen.
"Don't be so bitter Sherlock, it's for your own good," the queen said sternly.
"Mummy, I don't want to get married," Sherlock complained.
"Sorry dear but you gave me no other choice. You're 16 years old and I realize that that is certainly young for getting married but you're finished with school already and you need to get on with your life," The queen explained. Sherlock just pouted. "Plus, I'm getting old and one day you'll have to take over the crown and I would prefer you had help, the help of a wife."
"And what if I refuse to be married," The prince said defiantly.
"If you do, you will be restricted to your bedroom until I die, and let me tell you young man, I am not that old," She said threateningly. Sherlock knew he couldn't stay in one place for more than a minute much less his bed room for years.
"Fine mummy, you win," Sherlock said, Lestrade and the queen looked at each other with surprise; it couldn't really be that easy could it? "On one condition." The queen let out a long sigh. "I get to pick who I marry and you can't make any objections." The queen agreed but with her own condition as well.
"A party will be thrown in three days' time. At that party you either announce who you will marry or I will choose for you." They shook on it leaving Lestrade with a bitter feeling in the pit of his stomach knowing that this could not end well.
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Later that day after John had finished the laundry, sweeping, and dusting. He grabbed Andy's tooth brush and a bucket of soap and water and went to the entry room. The entry room was a large room with nothing in it but the stairs leading up to the second floor and the double doors of the large house.
Jim, Andy, and Sally were upstairs in the music room practicing. Andy played the piano and Sally sang and both did a terrible job. Moriarty forced them to practice two hours a day but they never got any better. John had to suffer their terrible noises in the echo of the large room he was cleaning.
As he scrubbed the floor with Andy's toothbrush, his mouse friend sat by the bucket of soap and water and cleaned himself. John looked at it.
"You just going to sit there or are you going to help me?" John asked, the mouse stopped cleaning itself looked at him then went back to cleaning itself. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
The doorbell rang when John was about half way done with the floor. At the sound of the bell the mouse ran up John's pant leg and hid in his pocket. The blond had the random thought of what he should name his mouse, he never really thought about naming it before. The servant walked to the door and opened it as the bell rang again.
"Hello?" John said answering the door. A small boy with a large mail bag handed him an envelope and walked away without a word. The blond shut the door and looked at the envelope with confusion until he read it. It was a letter from the queen and labeled urgent. "What do you think it's about, Mike?" John asked looking down at his mouse friend as it poked it's head out of his pocket. He smiled at himself for thinking of a good name.
John opened the door to the music room only to be hit in the face by the sounds of Sally's terrible excuse for singing and Andy's idiotic tuneless piano pounding.
"Uh, Jim?" John said causing everyone to stop and look at him. He had been told several times not to interrupt during their practice, under the consequence of punishment, but the envelope did say urgent.
"What are you doing in here?" Andy asked pompously.
"A letter was delivered, it's from the queen," John said entering the room fully with the letter in hand.
"Let me see that!" Sally said snatching the letter out of John's hands and ripping it open. Andy then snatched it out of her hands only to have Moriarty snatch it out of his hands. Jim read it to himself and a smile crept over his face.
"What's it say?" Andy asked impatiently.
"It says that all young adults from the ages of 15 to 17 are eligible candidates for marrying the prince," Moriarty said with a smile. "There will be a party in three days' time to announce the lucky girl," Jim said and continued, "or boy."
"Boy?" Sally asked. "Is the price gay?"
"The letter doesn't specify," Jim said with a smirk. "Which means either you or Andy could be married to the prince."
"Or me," John said. Everyone turned to look at him as if he was being ridiculous. "According to the letter I technically am an eligible candidate."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," Moriarty said frowning at the servant boy, John smiled. He didn't really want to marry so guy, especially since it is in fact another male. The blond just wanted the chance to go to a party and have a little fun.
"But dad," the stepsiblings said together in protest. Jim waved his hands to silence them.
"You may go if you finish all your chores on time and mind your manners until then," The stepfather said.
"Yes sir," John said happily. "Thank you Jim." He left the room happily.
"Why are you letting him go?" Andy complained.
"I'm not," Moriarty said. "I said if he gets his chores done."
"If," Sally said with a smile. "If is good."
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*Cheers* Yay, I finally got this bitch written! Sorry for my bad language… Anyway, I hope you like and please review or John will be sad.
Next chapter – The stepsiblings and dad leave for the day, will John take this to his advantage? And What will Lady Hudson do when she finds Sherlock has run off?
OryonUK- Thanks, I'm happy to be writing it, it's fun :D Yeah, I'm going to go with a balance of it ;) I have one mouse and it understands John :) fairy godfather!Mycroft will be in here! XD and Mrs. Hudson as an aide to Prince!Sherlock ? Great idea. I think I'll use that in my next chapter!
Kirby77DP77 - Thanks, It's really hard to keep Jim in character when he is so evil and yet loveable at the same time O.O Thanks for letting me know about the commas, I'm sure I made the same mistake in this chapter too LOL! But I'll try to work on it ;) Anyway, thanks!
Power Of Funk - Yay! Yeah, I thought it would be more fun if it wasn't cracky :) The only reason I made Jim actually love John's mum is because I was watching Ever After and that seemed to be the case for the evil stepmother in that movie. I will *is compelled*
smimjin - Me too, I only put one mouse in cause I didn't want to get over whelmed with to many mice LOL!
Hopecohen – LOL! That's funny cause I was watching Ever After while writing the first chapter of this fic. There will be no talking mice but there'll be a fairy godfather :)
The Science Of Seduction – Yay! XD Thanks, I like the idea of John talking to mice but not them talking back, I decided only to use one mouse though :P
FantasyFreak1110 – Thanks, I never even thought of Mrs. H being a fairy godmother, that totally slipped my mind, anyway Mycroft has already taken that roll but Mrs. H will still be in here.
Just another face in a croud – Yeah, I like him too, he is so darn loveable! Thanks ;)
Spirit the Fire Dragon – Thank you! Yes, John really is the do-it-yourself type so I'll be sure not to make him too reliant on his fairy godfather ;)