A/N: The main purpose of this little chapter was to show John and Sherlock warming up to each other. Longer chapters to come :) Please please please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters :-/ they belong to BBC

For the first several weeks after the Watsons joined the Holmes family, Sherlock and John didn't speak much. Sherlock deduced a great deal about his new brother, but only gave away tidbits of what he knew to avoid angering the older boy. John didn't know how to start a conversation with Sherlock, whose silent observation amazed him. One day, that all changed.

Sherlock sat moping on the staircase, black hair covering his face. Mustering up his courage, John perched next to him.

"Hey, umm, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," the younger boy's voice betrayed his fib.

"Well, actually, I don't think you are. I'm no genius, but you don't seem very ok to me."

Sherlock sighed a little bit before launching into his tale.

"Well, I wanted to play pirate make believe with Mycroft, but then he insisted that I couldn't ever be a real pirate so I shouldn't make believe it now."

"You know something? You could be a pirate if you wanted to be one. If you still want to make believe, I'll play with you."

Sherlock brightened up almost immediately.

"You really will?"

"Aye aye captain"

The two ran around for hours searching for treasure in the gardens and the spare bedrooms. Snatches of their dialogue floated up to the library where Harriet and Mycroft sat discussing Shakespeare.

"It's good to hear John playing, he hasn't in a long time," Harriet commented as the boys scampered past the library door.

"It's wonderful that Sherlock finds pleasure in companionship with John. He doesn't much like people," Mycroft responded before returning his attention to the Shakespearian sonnet in his lap.

Westeria Holmes smiled as she listened to the sounds of her four busy children talking and laughing. She knew for certain now that adopting the poor Watson children was the right choice.