"John..."

Nothing.

"John?"

Silence.

"Jooohhhnnn!"

A groan.

"JOHN!"

'WAH!"

John jumped awake when Sherlock all but screamed his name in his ear. "About time! C'mon! Dinners ready!"

The 'Dinner Table' at the Holmes' manor looked more like a long buffet table simply set for a dinner. Mrs. Holmes sat at one of head of the table, Mycroft to her right and Sherlock to her left with John sitting next to Sherlock.

As usual, Mycroft came to the dinner table all 'poshed up' as John put it, while Sherlock and John were wearing T-shirts and shorts and had bed-head.

"So... John, tell me, what's Sherlock like in school?" Mrs. Holmes asked as Dina and Mrs. Marbles brought out the soup, the first course. Even though John didn't look at Sherlock, he could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"He's brilliant! He's the smartest kid in the class!" John said, he looked into the bowel to see as what he would later describe to his mother as 'Green sludge'.

"Oh? I can certainly understand why someone would want to be friends with Sherlock's for his high intelligence."

"High intell-"

"What mother means is that she can understand why you would to be friends with someone who is smarter than you." Sherlock put in. If any of the children had been looking, they would have seen Mummy Holmes turn a light shade of pink.

"Sherlock dear, really that was most-"

"If you think I'm friends with Sherlock just 'cause he got brains you couldn't be more wrong!"

Suddenly everyone, even Mycroft who honestly didn't care what this 'John' said about his brother, snapped their heads up and looked at John like he was the greatest mystery in the world. "Sherlock is my best friend! He's fun to be around and has great ideas! He says what he thinks and doesn't care what people think about him! He's honest and his always careful when it comes to making sure I don't get hurt! I think he's the coolest kid EVER!"

With that said John closed his eyes and took a sip of his soup.

"Yes...Well...*clears throat*...I'm glad you feel that way about my son."

Their laughs could be heard as they giggled about how Mycroft's eyes nearly 'pop out of his skull' when John made his exclamation at dinner.

After dinner Sherlock decided to grab John and his stuff and move into the guest room.

The guest room had two beds, two dressers, two desk with a chair, and two armchairs in front of a fireplace. In looked much like a hotel room would, it even had a window with a view. John felt like he was going away on trip for a few days rather than staying the night at a friend's house. This made Sherlock worry at first, but all worries were cast aside when John said that it would be 'cool' cause it would be 'like it was just the two of them'. Sherlock found he liked this idea very much.

It was getting late and they had school in the morning, so Sherlock and John changed into their PJ's, said good night to each other and went to bed.

"What time?"

"..."

"Ok, I'll be here."

"..."

"No, No, It's fine! Aithley is out of house for a few days and Mycroft is away at Boarding School."

"..."

"Don't worry about anything! Everything will be fine!"

"..."

"Okay, see you then Love!"

"..."

*CLICK*

Sherlock was bewildered; 'Love' was what his father always called mummy. Maybe he was talking to mummy on the phone? No, he told the person on the phone that mummy was going away for a few days, so it couldn't be her. Maybe it was Grandma or Grandpa? No, Mummy was WITH Grandma, and Grandpa was away with his friends. Papa and Uncle Lawrence still weren't talking, and Aunty Imogene was away in Paris with Aunty Quinn, Grandma, and Mummy meeting up with mémé. So who could Papa be talking to?

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Come in!"

Sherlock slowly entered into his father's study, afraid that his father might have realized Sherlock overheard his talking to someone. Sherlock's mind drew a blank, than he remembered the whole reason he came here in the first place.

"Papa...I umm...Broke...Mummy's...vase..." Sherlock said as he looked down at the floor. "Oh Sherlock! No need to worry! We'll have it fixed up before Mummy gets home!" Elliot said as he picked up Sherlock and carried him downstairs to go see about fixing the vase.

Sherlock laid his head down on his father's shoulder, for some reason he had a feeling this would be the last time he would get to be held by his father.

~Later that evening~

Sherlock was laying in bed, his father's conversation on the phone earlier still buzzed about in his head. Something was wrong, and Sherlock felt like it was his job to find out what it was! As he lay there in bed thinking of what he should do, he heard a car pull up in the driveway. He ran to his window and saw a woman come out of the car. She had short blonde hair and was dressed up formally.

Sherlock watched as the woman walked from her car to the front door. Then, the strangest thing happened; the woman had a key to the house! Who was she and what was she doing here?

Sherlock quietly went from the window to his door. He opened his door and stuck his head out the door. He watched as his father escorted the woman towards his father's room.

Then Sherlock got the shock of his life when he saw his father kiss the other woman!

~A few nights later~

The woman had come to the Holmes Manor every night so far, and Sherlock was no closer to finding out who she was. Every night for the past few days it seemed to be the same. Every night at around 1 a.m. a car would pull up and the woman would come out. She would come inside with the key she had and Sherlock's father would greet her and they would retreat to his father's room.

Elliot Holmes never spoke about or even mentioned if anyone had come in the night to Sherlock the next morning. Which puzzled Sherlock to no end, his father always seemed to try and keep Sherlock up with whatever was going on around the house.

Tonight Aithley Holmes came home from her trip to Paris. She insisted she have at least one dinner with her family before she became busy with work. Mycroft was still away in school and would not be coming home until Christmas break. So tonight it was only Aithley, Elliot and Sherlock.

"How was your trip dear?" Elliot asked as he cut into his piece of lamb. "Just fine, your sister failed to show up though. I think she called ahead and told mémé she had work or something."

Elliot only nodded as he brought a piece of his cut lamb to his mouth.

"Anything happen at home while I was away?"

Elliot just shook his head and stuffed his mouth with mashed potatoes. "What about you Sherlock? Were you good for Papa while I was away? You didn't BREAK anything, did you?" Aithley asked with an all knowing smirk.

Sherlock swallowed hard, "I...Umm...IamsorrymummyIdidn'tmeantobreakyourvase honestIdidn't-"

"Sherlock honey, slow down! It's alright, I'm not mad!"

"You're not?" Aithley just shoook her head.

Dinner was finished and Mummy and Papa Holmes sat chatting about work, schedules and stuff that simply bored Sherlock. Sherlock wondered if Mummy knew about the woman who came at night. She always seemed to stay in Mummy and Papa's room. Would she stay there now that Mummy was here? Maybe he should ask? Surely Mummy knew, and if Papa didn't want Sherlock to know about the woman who came at night (Why else would she come at night if not for his father not wanting him to know about her?) then he would tell Sherlock simply not to be bothered by it.

"Papa?" Sherlock spoke up as the dishes were being cleared away.

Both his parents stopped in whatever conversation they were in and turned to their son. "Yes? What is it son?"

"Is your lady friend going to be coming here after bedtime again?"

Elliot's face suddenly turned dark and Aithley faced looked both sadden and in horror at the same time. Sherlock decided at that point he never wanted to see he's parent's like that again. "S-Sherlock dear, why don't you go upstairs and get ready for bed? I'll be up shortly."

Sherlock sat on his bed hugging is knees, he had gotten his Pj's on and brushed his teeth and was waiting for someone to tuck him in and tell him a bedtime story.

At first it was quiet, then he heard murmurs, then he heard shouts, then someone screamed 'GET OUT!'

Sherlock shuttered when he heard the scream. He heard heavy feet pounding on the ground then the door fly open, and when the door was slammed shut it shook the whole house. About ten minutes later Sherlock's mother came into his room.

That night Aithley held her son in her arms as they both cried.

"Tomorrow Sherlock dear, why don't we go to the store? Just the two of us, and we'll pick out some nice things, okay?"

Sherlock only nodded and fell asleep in his mother's arms.