Chapter 3
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John and Sherlock stood in the busy playground of their new school with Mycroft, Harry, Sherlock's daddy and John's mummy.
Harry was crying her eyes out, saying only slightly incoherently that she didn't want to go because they might not like her. Mycroft was calm as always and Sherlock and John were just looking around at the unfamiliar faces of other children.
A teacher came out and blew a whistle sharply to get everyone's attention.
All the children ran into their lines.
"Come on now, go to that teacher and ask which class you'll be in and we'll wait here until we know that you're okay." Julie said kindly, giving all four children a hug and Harry an extra one for courage.
Sherlock and John quickly grabbed onto each other's hand and with their siblings they went to the teacher.
She quickly smiled at them and sorted them out, telling them to stay with her and she would take them to each class and introduce them.
All the children walked in and the teacher led the four through the colourful corridors, first dropping Mycroft off, who was welcomed into his new class, then Harry whose tears had stopped when the teacher had smiled at her.
"Now you two. You will be in Mr Scooter's class. Come along." She smiled and took them to their classroom.
All the children were in the middle of the register when they stopped for the interruption, looking at the two boys gripping each other's hands and standing closely together.
"So there are our new pupils?" The teacher asked. He had brown hair, blue eyes and a friendly vibe coming off of him.
"This is Sherlock Holmes and John Watson." The other teacher informed them.
"Well thank you for bringing them here. Come on in and we'll introduce ourselves to your new classmates." Mr Scooter said.
The other teacher left and Sherlock and John stood at the front of the class.
"So, with all new comers, and we've only had three others so far, we like to let them introduce themselves and say something about themselves. So, which one of you wants to go first?" Mr Scooter asked.
John could tell that Sherlock was observing the class. His boyfriend had always been extremely perceptive and observant.
"I'll go first." John said bravely.
"Okay then." Mr Scooter smiled.
"Well, my name's John. And I'm five. And I like playing with Sherlock. Sherlock's my best friend and my boyfriend. We have known each other forever. Our families live next door and we were born a few days apart." John said.
"That's lovely, and what about you, Sherlock?" Mr Scooter asked.
"I like playing with John too. We love each other, so spending time together if good and important! Only ten people in this class have best friends." Sherlock stated.
Mr Scooter was slightly taken aback by Sherlock's observation but had been informed that the boy was a child genius, but needed to stay in his year because his genius was for observations, puzzles and such, he still needed to learn stuff like everybody else.
"That's great! Well, there are two seats just at the front table for you." Mr Scooter gestured and they sat down.
The boys had a really good first day of school. The teachers were mostly really nice, however there is always that one grumpy teacher that nobody likes, but overall they had an enjoyable beginning. Sherlock and John didn't really make any new friends, but they had each other, and that was how it always worked. Neither of them were that good with other people, well John was okay but Sherlock was particularly horrendous, but when they were together they could just be themselves and that was how they liked it. But the other children were friendly.
Harry and Mycroft were fitting in well. Mycroft had always been good at getting people to like him, and Harry was just chatty, so she had no problems either.
They were picked up by their parents and they all raved about their day.
"I really like that school." Julie said to Kathy when they watched the kids play in the garden.
"Definitely. It is so worth the small drive." Kathy agreed.
Ron joined the two women and kissed Kathy on the cheek.
Sherlock and John had been walking towards them and saw the exchange. When they stood in front of them Sherlock said "Is that what boyfriends do?"
"What do you do?" Kathy smiled.
"Kiss?" John asked. They always knew what one another was talking about... except when Sherlock's mind was working a mile a minute and not even John could work out what he was talking about.
"Well, yes." Ron said.
"But only adults... snog?" John asked, a little shy about the word he had heard on a soap opera.
The adults laughed "Only big people do that. But a peck is okay." Julie smiled and ruffled their hair.
Sherlock and John looked at each other and were thinking about a kiss, but neither went for one as they thought it wasn't the right time.
Later that evening, when John and Harry were going back to their own house John, being so very brave, went up to Sherlock and instead or giving him the usual hug and the new "I love you, Sherlock!" it was a kiss on the cheek and an "I love you, Sherlock!". Sherlock felt his boyfriends lips press against his cheek and they both felt all tingly and like they had been boosted with happiness. When John pulled away he had a silly grin and so did Sherlock.
John had gone out the door when Sherlock ran and opened the letter box and shouted "I love you too!" which he heard John giggle at.
That evening John and Sherlock seemed to be hyperactive with energy from the little kiss they had shared. Sherlock kept putting his hand to his cheek and John kept touching his lips.
"Mummy, I want John to kiss me every day! And I think I should give him one too!" Sherlock said after one hour of Kathy trying to settle Sherlock down to sleep. She had tried story after story, telling him to close his eyes and imagine somewhere calm and relaxing, which she was told by her five year old was "dull" but he quickly said how John wasn't "dull".
Alan was in much the same position in the house next door. John just wouldn't sleep. He just kept talking about Sherlock and how he had been shy about the kiss at first, but he said he wanted to do it more. Of course the parents were happy their children were so pleased and had found something that truly made them happy and complete, but when it is half past nine at night, and your five year old just won't go to sleep, it can be tricky to look on the bright side of things.
The following morning Sherlock greeted John at the door and before John could give him a kiss the little genius leant over and planted a kiss on John's cheek.
"Good?" Sherlock asked and John just grinned and said "Very good!"
The two were very chatty on their way in the car to school about the night before and how their parents had gotten very upset when they wouldn't sleep, but in the end they managed drop off.
"And John, I really liked it when you kissed me. Is that okay to say?" Sherlock asked.
"It's okay to say to me." John nodded, giving Sherlock's hand a squeeze from where their hands lay between them.
"I won't ever want anybody but you, John!" Sherlock proclaimed seriously.
"Me too. You're the only person I will ever love!" John said honestly.
"Well that makes you two very lucky." Kathy said as she listened to the boys' rambling while she drove.
"Why?" John asked.
"Because if you think about me and Sherlock's daddy, John, we only met when we were twenty, so we haven't had our whole lives together, but if you two really do stay together, then you will have been together forever, and that's really special." Kathy smiled.
"Are we special?" Sherlock asked.
"Of course you two are special, in your own ways as well as when you are together." Kathy reassured them.
Because Sherlock and John were very special. They were a bit of an odd pair, they were quite different, but their just fit so perfectly. They completed each other and you could never imagine one without the other without seeing an incomplete and very sad picture.