Lets see what Sherlock has been up too :)
I don't own Sherlock in any shape or form...this is written for fun.
Nesting
Chapter Ten
"Sherlock! Naughty boy!"
John should of known better, he really should. When he walked passed an art shop on his way to Tescos for milk (Sherlock sure knows how to down the stuff) advertising a sale for Halloween he shouldn't of walked in. He hadn't thought of what could of gone wrong when he purchased the finger paints. He's just glad he hadn't added the glitter among the multicoloured papers and paints. John was remembering when he was little and he and Harry had worked on handmade Halloween decorations. How much fun it was. He wished he had used his imagination. It's doubtful though that John could of dreamed up the scene before him.
Sherlock covered in yellow paint from his raven curls to his itty-bitty toes standing on said toes on the back of the sofa painting a yellow smiley face on the wallpaper with his hands.
John had popped to the bathroom for five mintues to take some painkillers for his scarred shoulder still smarting from yesterday's ill treatment. He had left Sherlock at the kitchen table happily painting a skull and crossbones. John had mistakening believed Sherlock was so wrapped up in his art that he wouldn't get up to mischief. When his little-one truely enjoys something he is focused on that and doesn't notice the world around him. John had thought this was the case. How wrong John had been. There are times like now when John has no idea what gets into Sherlock's mind. Why he does the things he does.
Sherlock is staring back at John with wide eyes, a look of a deer caught in the headlights. Oh, he knows he's been naughty.
"Not good?" Sherlock whispers, hands still pressed to the wall to make the eyes of the smiley.
"A bit not good, yeah."
Running his hands through his sandy hair John counts to ten, a sure way to cool his temper whenever Sherlock has crossed the line. Huffing John says "Why Sherlock? Why did you paint on the wall? I got you plenty of paper to paint whatever you wanted. You've been a very naughty boy. Do you understand?"
Blinking Sherlock chews on his plump bottom lip removing his small yellowed hands from the wall and with a small voice replies "I wanted too?"
"You can't do whatever you want whenever you like Sherlock!"
"Why?"
"You can't always do or get whatever you want!"
"Why?"
"It's not how the world works Sherlock!"
"Why?"
Looking at Sherlock's clueless expression John wonders if he's spoilt him rotten so much that his little-one doesn't understand what John's trying to imprint on that wonderful brain.
"Right," John says to himself nodding once then "First off you're having a bath."
"No!"
"Yes! Then you're sitting on the naughty-step!"
"No! Don't wanna!"
"Yes, Sherlock! And that's final," John orders turning to march to the bathroom. Sherlock's screams fill the air as a tantrum begins.
A bath overflowing with sweet smelling bubbles would normally mean a happy Sherlock. His little-one may not like the idea of a bath but once in it he just loves playing with the bubbles and bath toys. Minus the bath toys for obvious reasons but still. Sherlock is in full sulk as John scrubs the paint from his small form with a soap filled sponge. His sweet face is in a scowl and lips pouting.
"Sherlock, do you understand why I told you off? Why it was naughty to paint on walls?"
"No!"
"Use that amazing mind of yours little-one. Think."
Sherlock sticks his tongue out at John then blows a raspberry.
"You know, the more you're being naughty the longer you'll be on the naughty step," John says matter-of-factly.
A grimace is all John gets in an answer.
In a fresh jumper, a dark grey number with a black magnifying glass printed across the chest and black trousers with dark purple socks, Sherlock is placed on the naughty step.
"Now Sherlock. Do you know why you're spending time on the naughty step?"
Sherlock crosses his arms and huffs.
"Painting on the wall. We don't paint on walls Sherlock, it's naughty. Do you understand?"
A glare.
"Okay, Sherlock. You have five mintues to sit here and ponder on how naughty you've been and why. After five mintues you'll tell me what you did and what you can be done to put it to rights."
John sets the alarm on his phone as he walks in the living-room to get comfortable in his chair in clear view of the naughty step. A stormcloud hovering over Sherlock's curly head.
Five mintues may not be all that long but for a wee winged-toddler it's a lifetime. After those long-long five mintues are up John steps up to his little-one to kneel in front of him. Sherlock's face is red and set in an angry frown that seems set to remain forever.
"Sherlock, can you tell me what you did wrong?"
"Painted on wall."
"Which is?"
"Naughty."
"Do you understand why it's naughty?"
A blank stare.
"Okay, Sherlock. Do you understand it was naughty?"
A sharp nod.
John is unconvinced and a little worried truth be told. Sherlock is young but he should understand right from wrong at least a litttle. Winged-children are fast learners afterall. John will have to do a little research on this matter later, but for now John has an upset little-one to deal with.
"Sherlock sweetness, your time on the naughty step is up," John says scooping him up then pressing a kiss on his little-one's forehead.
"Jawn hates me?"
Squeezing Sherlock in a tight hug John whispers "Oh no Sherlock. I could never hate you. I love you and always will. You're my little boy."
"Even when I'm naughty?"
Chuckling John says warmly "Even when you're naughty."
"Always?"
"Always and forever."
Sherlock places a sloppy kiss to John's cheek chirping happily.
"But that doesn't mean you can be naughty okay?" John says carrying Sherlock back into the living-room.
"Kay."
With Sherlock napping John has been searching on the internet about winged-child delevopment stages which are different to human children. Just as John suspected at Sherlock's age he should have a basic understanding of right from wrong. That could be due to being spoilt which John knows Sherlock is, the little winged-boy has John wrapped round his little finger, or he's slower than average in this stage of his delevopment. Sherlock has been on track on all the other stages so why in this one different?
John was reading up on impulsivity in children both human and winged (something Sherlock does an awful lot of) so didn't hear Mrs Hudson walk in.
"What happened to my bloody wall?"
John's head snaps up navy blues landing on Mrs Hudson standing glaring at the smiley face holding a tray of biscuits.
"Oh, Mrs Hudson. I'll fix that right up," John says snapping his laptop closed and scurrying to his feet carrying on to say "I bought Sherlock some finger paints and he desided to be a terror and redecorate when my back was turned for a mo."
"Oh dear. Well boys will be boys. I just thought you two would like a snack. I made too many honey biscuits, fresh from the oven."
Yeah, right. And those aren't Sherlock's favourite or anything. He's not the only one who spoils his little-one.
"Ta Mrs Hudson. I'm sure the smell of those fantastic biscuits will wake Sherlock up in a sec," John says as he watches his kindly landlady place the tray on the coffee table.
"Oh, is the dear asleep?"
"Yeah, it's his afternoon naptime."
Just as John is finishing his sentence the sound of tiny feet rushing from Sherlock's room is heard. Sherlock enters the room his curls a wild ratsnest, eyes sleep ridden with a blur of speedy limbs zooms towards the delicious treats. He plucks a sweet up and begins to turn it into biscuit mush round his lips.
"Awww... what a sweet winged-boy. Had a nice nap?" Mrs Hudson asks Sherlock, who ignores her.
"Sherlock," John says sternly.
Sherlock's beautiful eyes slide to John.
"Mrs Hudson just made those biscuits and kindly brought them up for us. What do you say to her Sherlock?"
Sherlock pops the soggy biscuit from his month and says "Ta," then replaces it back past his crumb covered lips.
"You're welcome dear," Mrs Hudson says patting Sherlock curly head.
John can't help but wonder why Sherlock's behaviour is the way it is. He either doesn't understand certain things he should be mastering at his age, such as social interactions not to mention what happened earlier. John will have to keep a closer eye on his development. It might be his overactive imagination or the fact he's a doctor, that he's seeing things that aren't there. Don't all parents worry when their children don't follow a timetable the steps all children take throughout their childhoods? Sherlock is unique. Maybe that's the answer. Whatever the answer may be, Sherlock will always be perfect in John's eyes. He can only hope the winged-folk clans see how wonderful Sherlock is if John's suspicions come to light. It's well known winged-folk can be harsh to their own kind at times. An incentive drive to remove those winged-folk that are different, preventing them pairing up and holding a place in a clan. It's wrong in the eyes of most humans but that's how winged-folk run their clans and there's nothing any human can do. Hope for the best is all John can do. His Sherlock is special. Worthy of all things wonderous.
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