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Hope of Family

Chapter two

Eyes began to open slowly, his little body still hurt, though he felt cleaner that he had in quite some time. He looked around the place he was in, and noted that he felt warm. He actually felt warm and he began to shake a little as two sets of face came above him. He couldn't tell what they looked like, he squinted a little as they began to talk.

"Hello little one," came the voice from the dark haired man above him.

The child pressed himself against the sofa a little more, not making a sound.

"It's all right," the light haired one said as he reached out a hand towards him.

Green eyes went wide as he shook his head and bolted off the sofa, he fell onto the floor. He didn't even whimper from the pain he had felt from landing. He looked around the room and darted over towards a desk and crawled underneath it. Eyes looking out, wishing that he could see clearly enough that he knew where he was and who was around him.

John and Sherlock sat there for a moment; nether of them saying anything as the child had rushed past the both of them. "I'll see if I can talk to him," John said as he looked to Sherlock and went over tot he desk where the child was now hiding and sat down before it, looking to him.

The child pressed further back, but he couldn't go back anymore, there was a wooden panel stopping him from trying to hide that little bit more into the shadows.

"It's all right little one. You are safe here, no one is going to hurt you at all," John said, keeping his voice calm and as soothing as he could. He sat back and looked t him. "I'm just going to sit here all right. My name is John, and I help people. I'm a doctor," he told him gently, hoping that it would hep the child trust him just a little bit.

Green eyes just watched him carefully, he didn't want to trust anyone, why should he. Those he was supposed to be cared for had hurt him all the time and then they had left him. Left him to go around trying to find a place where he could be warm.

"Will you come out and come and lie down again, as it would be better for you. You look really cold and I would like it if you would come out so you can get warm again," he told him gently.

A little head shook back and forth as he pressed further back into the wooden panel, wishing that it would just open and let him out so he could find a better hiding place. He was good at that, finding somewhere to hide.

They heard some knocking on the door downstairs as John moved away a little as Mrs Hudson went down stairs to let in Lestrade. Sherlock moved to them as they came into the room.

"So, why the text Sherlock and what was so important that you wanted me here?" Lestrade asked him as he looked to the three adults in the room, not knowing of the child that was hiding under the desk.

"A baby, a little boy, was in my yard. John and Sherlock were able to bring him up here. They cleaned him up, oh he looks so bad." Mrs Hudson said as she thought of the child that was hiding away from them, most likely scared out of his mind with so many people around him that were complete strangers.

"A child?" Lestrade asked, as he looked to them all, a little confused since he couldn't see one in the room with them.

"Hiding under the desk at the moment," Sherlock said as he was turned towards the desk.

"We brought him up and were able to clean him up a bit. He has a number of cuts and bruises, and what look like whip marks on the childs back. He has a sprained wrist and twisted ankle. There could be more, but I don't know. I want to get him to a hospital so I can get him checked out properly. A few of the lashes and the cuts are infected. They need to be cleaned and sorted properly." John said as he looked to Sherlock and frowned a little.

Sherlock walked towards the desk and went and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall, so he could just about see the child under the desk. "Hello," he said a soft and gentle smile on his face. "My name is Sherlock, a bit of a mouthful for a little one like you, so you can call me Lock," he carried on speaking softly, as he looked to the child. "I live here with the man I love John, he was here talking to you just. He is very kind and very nice to everyone. He is a doctor and he helps anyone that is hurt, and he has helped me a few times. He has also saved my life," he told him, his voice soft and gentle as he talked to him, trying to coax him out but telling the child about them. "I work with the police to get bad men and women. Like those that have hurt you. So I am going to try and find the ones that have hurt you and then my friend Lestrade, who is here as well, can arrest them and send them to jail," he carried on, shifting a little where he sat, "John and I live with someone else as well. But she is lovely. You will like her. Her name is Mrs Hudson, and she says she isn't my housekeeper, she is my landlady. Though she does help John and I keep the flat clean. We work a lot to make sure that bad men and women are found and locked away. And John also works to heal people," he finished as he smiled a little to the child. He could see that his words were beginning to get the child to relax a little, he wasn't as hunched up as he had been before he had started to talk.

Lestrade, John and Mrs Hudson watched as Sherlock carried on talking to the child as he slowly coaxed him out. Telling him about some of the things that he had done with John and more about John. He told him just little things in their life and the people that they had helped over the years. He told of how he had jumped and then came back, because he couldn't live without John in his life any longer. And only after he had made sure a bad guy could never hurt his three special people.

"I'm going to ask John to come over and sit with me. Is that all right?" Sherlock then asked the child as he waited for him to either say something or do something. He could see that the child was thinking about it and then nodded his head.

"John," Sherlock called out softly. He looked from the child and over to hi lover.

"Coming Sherlock," he said, keeping his own voice soft and gentle as he walked over to them and sat beside Sherlock. A little further away from the desk, but still in the childs line of sight. "Hello again little one." he smiled softly to him.

The child back away a little as Sherlock began to speak, "it's all right, you don't have to be afraid of John. He is very cuddly. Believe me, he always wears a nice jumper that you can cuddle into and it will be wonderful doing so," he said as he leaned against John as if to show just how cuddly he was.

John smiled down to Sherlock and wrapped an arm around him, placing a soft kiss on his head, "And I love cuddling you too Sherlock," he said, a happy smile on his face.

Sherlock smiled at that and then turned to look at the child again. "See, it's all right. there is nothing to be afraid of here. We are a family in this place. A different and weird family, but we are family. It doesn't mater what others call you, because here you can have family," Sherlock said as he thought of all the things people in the past had called him, but he had found his home with Mrs Hudson and John in Baker street.

The child looked at them both. studying them. He couldn't see them clearly, but he didn't care. He could hear their voices and they were telling him that he should trust them, that the one that was talking to him was a good person and that he would be able to help him. He had felt like this a few times and had never trusted it. He closed his eyes as he tried to gather his courage to trust what it told him.

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