A/N: This was inspired by a dare from Book girl fan "Write a 221B where the B is braces." I now challenge you to do the same, if you accept the challenge please send me a link to it.
"Sherlock, your brother sent you your old school formal book, and he wants to know how you're doing," John said, as he pulled a large book out of the parcel.
Suddenly something whooshed past him, and the book was gone. Looking around to see what it was, he smiled when he saw Sherlock sitting on the lounge flipping the pages of the book with multiple expressions for each page.
"So..." John said as he slowly moved towards the lounge, trying to get a glimpse of Sherlock's old school photos.
"Who sent this?" Sherlock asked, stopping John in his path.
"Mycroft. Why?"
"Hmm...my archenemy," Sherlock said thoughtfully holding his hands to his mouth.
John rolled his eyes, deciding not to bother once again reminding Sherlock, people don't have archenemies.
Seeing that Sherlock was again focused on the book in front of him, he approached him.
Reaching Sherlock he looked over his shoulder at the photos. "So...which one's you?" John asked hesitantly.
Not hearing John, he continued to flip pages.
Refusing to giving up, John asked which one was him, until Sherlock conceded defeat. "That was me," Sherlock said, pointing at a cute brown haired boy around the age of seven, with a big grin, and what...
A look of shock came over John's face as he exclaimed, "You had braces!"
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