Sherlock stood up slowly and made his way towards the door. This time he didn't fall over, he just wobbled a lot.
"Do you need any help?" Lestrade asked.
"I'm fine." Sherlock sighed and eventually reached the door and closed it. His words were already back to normal. Mycroft was already outside. Sherlock held on to the door handle for support.
"I've not come here for another lecture, Mycroft. Although you may have failed to realise it, I am a fully developed, intellectual adult."
Mycroft waited before speaking.
"You've known John for less than a week and already are hurt because of him..."
"No, Mycroft, no I was hurt due to the nurse. That was his actions, not John's or mine."
"Sherlock, please, wouldn't he be safer at a children's home?"
"Oh yes a children's home, surrounded my people he doesn't know. Also with no protection. Mycroft please, you say you're smarter..." Sherlock trailed off.
"He didn't know you, before the other day."
"Yet I know he feels safe and is at home!" Mycroft stared into Sherlock's eyes.
"Oh yes, and how long till you lose your interest in him, hmm?"
"I won't."
"You do with everything else, go on prove to me, give me one single proof of evidence."
Sherlock's eyes were red.
"Redbeard."
Mycroft stepped back at this and his face held a guilty look.
"Sherlock...I'm sorry..."
"You just wanted the best for me." Sherlock mimicked in Mycroft's voice, whilst rubbing his coat's sleeve on his eyes. All Mycroft could see at that moment, was a young Sherlock. He remembered when he came or rather ran home from the bullies...Mycroft snapped out of his daydream.
"Yes. I should have noticed the attack, Sherlock. In some ways this is my fault."
"No it's not, it was the nurse's."
"I will put cameras around the house."
Sherlock smiled.
"Good. I suppose if I always wanted a break. John could always visit his uncle Mycroft."
Mycroft pulled a face, that looked like repulsion.
"If he has to."
Sherlock laughed,
"I always knew you loved children." Sherlock laughed and Mycroft joined in slightly. After they were both composed, Sherlock spoke,
"Can we go back in now Mycroft?"
"Yes, I think we can."
Lestrade watched Sherlock wobble out of the room and looked at John. He stepped towards him and sat down on the chair. Knowing that standing over John, could cause him to be nervous. Also it could cause John to be less empowered and, as the moment stands, he didn't have a lot of power anyway. Thank goodness for those lessons, Lestrade thought.
"Hello John, my name's Greg."
"Hel-hello." John smiled.
"I work with the police and do detective work, like Sherlock."
John nodded.
"How old are you, if you don't mind be asking?"
"I'm 11." John answered with a confused face.
"Ah. Mycroft already knows this and Sherlock's probably deduced this somehow...I have a son, that age. Jacob. You two could be friends. I-I mean if you wanted to."
"A-a friend? That would-would be nice." John's grinned was so wide. Lestrade laughed.
"He doesn't have a lot of friends, so it would be nice if he had you."
"I mig-might not be a good friend though." John's smile faded.
"How do you know?"
"I haven't ever had a fri-friend."
"Then you don't know, and I bet you will be amazing." John smile grew again and he laughed slightly.
"I can bring him in, this week, if you like. Or if you're home before then, I can bring him round Sherlock's place."
"I-If that's okay?"
"Of course it is." Greg laughed, as Mycroft and Sherlock entered once more.
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Sorry if all these characters are really out of character throughout this story. My excuse is that it is an AU. Also sorry it's very short. I will aim for the next chapter to be at least above 1000 words. Thank you for following, making this a favourite, reviewing and above all else thank you for still reading! :)