Sorry for the really long gap between this and the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this one.

Again, reviews and such are welcomed. :)


Chapter Seven

John woke up and got dressed for school. It was his first day back at school after the holidays, he was now in primary two and he was looking forward to it. The summer holidays had been exciting. Molly's dad had taken them all on holiday to France, much to his mothers surprise, and because Sarah had been going out with David for about a year she had asked him and Molly to move in with them. He spent a lot of time with Molly over the summer and he had also tried to learn how to ride his bike with Sherlock, they had had a lot of fun, but now school was back on and - even though he was excited about being back - he wasn't looking forward to not being able to play with his friends all day.

John arrived at school and ran over to Greg.

"Hey! How are you?" he asked.

"I'm great, I went to Germany." Greg said.

"Me, Molly, Mummy, Harry and Molly's Daddy went to France. It was really fun." John replied.

Sherlock had not had a very good first day back at school. He was really feeling the effects of leaving Jim up in Edinburgh all alone, and if that wasn't bad enough, Anderson and Donovan were winding him up as well. So when he arrived back home he was pleased to hear that Molly's dad had invited them round for a barbecue. David and Molly had moved in with John and his family and they had become very good friends.

It was six o'clock and John and Molly were sitting in the garden waiting for Sherlock's family to arrive. John wasn't looking forward to this barbecue. He did like David but since him and Molly had moved in with them he had started to find him quite annoying. Molly agreed with John and she tried to convince her father to move back to their house but he was very persistent on staying so they had given up. John heard an knock on the door followed by voices. John stood up and went to find Sherlock, he looked quite miserable when John found him in the kitchen.

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"No, there is something wrong Sherlock, just tell us." Molly said.

"Fine then." he said and he told them the story about how he had a friend in Edinburgh called Jim and he had left to go to London without telling him or anyone else.

Jim was getting ready for his first day back at school, he wasn't looking forward to it. He was regularly bullied at school, his behaviour had taken a dramatic fall and he hadn't made any friends since Sherlock left. In fact his father had been called in to school a couple of times to talk to the head teacher about his behaviour and performance.

"James has been having some trouble settling in." the head teacher told his father one day at a meeting.

"What should I do to help him?" Daniel asked.

Jim was standing with his ear pressed against the door so he could hear them talking.

"I would recommend enrolling him in to an extra curricular activity. We have a number running after school here, there are a few sport clubs and art classes. It would be good for him to make friends. In the mean time though I will regretfully have to suspend him for a week." Before lunch today Jim had started shouting in class, he threw a bottle of paint over the Smart Board and stormed out the class room crying. He was kept in at lunch while one of the school nurses tried to talk him into explaining what was wrong and the school had contacted his dad. He didn't tell the nurse because A he didn't really want to and B he didn't even know what caused him to have that sudden out burst.

"What should I do though, I don't think I am able to take him to work with me and I can't afford a child minder, or to take the week off." Daniel explained. "I might be able to take him on removals with me but I don't think I can take him to houses with me."

It was well known that out of everyone in the school Jim and his father were the worst off. There were kids with barristers, bankers and doctors for fathers and teachers, chefs and personal trainers for mothers so Jim felt left out among the children of Edinburgh's elite. He knew that he was able to go to school because his granny and grandpa on his mothers side were paying for the majority of his education, though he had only ever met them a few times. They lived in London and didn't visit because they hadn't approved of their daughters choice of husband, but they didn't want that to get in the way of Jim having a good education. They sent up fifty pounds for his birthday every year, fifteen pounds was spent on a toy and the other thirty five pounds was put in a savings account.

Jim was sitting at home on his final day of suspension when his father came home. He had been taking half days so that he could work yet still be home early enough to spend the day with Jim. He looked worried though when he started making lunch. Jim thought that it may have been because of the police van sitting on the other side of the street. They were eating lunch and playing Snap when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey Jim can you go in to your room for a couple of minutes?"

"Why daddy?"

"I'll explain later."

"Okay." he hugged his dad and ran along the hall to his room and started drawing.

The door opened and he heard a muffled shout of protest, a woman dressed in a high visibility vest came in to his room and took him outside to the bench across the street. He saw his dad sitting in a police car crying.

"What is wrong with daddy?" he asked.

The woman ignored him. He looked across at the house and saw police officers opening cupboards and throwing books off the shelves.

He tugged at the woman's sleeve. "What is wrong with my daddy?" he asked again.

"He is just worried about something." said the woman.

"Who are you?"

"I am Chloe. I am just going to look after you for a short time."

"I want my daddy!" he shouted and started crying.

She started talking into a walkie talkie. Five minutes later he was taken over to his dad in the car. They sat snuggled together for half an hour when a police man came up to the car and unlocked it.

"We didn't find anything Mr Moriarty. We are keeping an eye on you though. Sorry for the mess."

"You better have kept my son's room tidy." Daniel shouted. He was getting annoyed now but he tried to stay calm and took Jim back in to the house. It was a mess. There were books lying in a pile and the pictures on Jim's wall had been pulled off to reveal dull peeling paint. Jim started crying and gripped on to his fathers neck.

"Oh Jim, I am so sorry." he said and he started crying. Daniel took Jim in to his room and put him down on the bed. He sat on the bed holding Jim's hand and they both fell asleep together on it.


Edit: I was writing the eighth chapter and I thought to myself I don't really see this fic working the way I want it to, so I have decided to rewrite it. The character will stay the same and, Mycroft and Harriet's situations will stay the same - I might rewrite part of Mycroft's chapters though - I will basically only change Sherlock and John's situation by making them older - I will also make Jim older as well because the story can only work with him in it - I assure you this will make Sherlock adn John's transition from friends to maybe something more than friends a whole lot easier and it will happen so much quicker. I will leave the story as it is at the moment and when I have finished rewriting it completely I will maybe delete this story and make a new one, or I will replace the chapters in the original version. If you have any questions don't hesitate to leave any comments or ask me on Tumblr: lok-d-in-asgard is my url and obviously add (.) tumblr (.) com to the end. Sorry for the inconvenience.