AN: Hullo everybody. This is a kidlock:D I had fun writing this one and hopefully I'll do some more! I know its a wierd fear to have.. monkeys but I think Sherlock would have a really random fear.
So my young Sherlock is afraid of monkeys.
Note: There is some rude language at the end...(p.s. I hate the guy that said it, I was tempted to make him fall in a crocodile pit or something..)
I like to eat reviews and prompts for breakfast so please don't let me go hungry.
Erin:3
Prompt by: JumpersandKittens (Rhianna)
Cage:
John Hamish Watson is proud to say that there is only one thing he is afraid of. Spiders. Just thinking about those creepy Arachnids sends chills running through his eleven year old mind. Blood, guts, horror films, gore, Sharks, snakes. All of those things he can handle, but not spiders. He's never liked spiders.
This is the first thing Sherlock finds out about John. The second thing he finds out is that John hates being alone. The third thing he figures out is that John Watson is interesting. More interesting than any of the other boring boys in their class.
Sherlock discovers all of this on his first day at John's school.
Sherlock says that he isn't afraid of anything but John knows that isn't true. Everybody has a fear. Sherlock declares himself fearless but not in the proud way that a show off boy may boast to the rest of his friends, Sherlock says it as a fact. A statement.
John does find one thing that Sherlock is afraid of though. Monkeys. It is the most irrational fear John has ever heard of, but that's Sherlock Holmes for you, he's never ordinary. Having a fear of snakes or spiders or the dark would be too mundane for John's friend.
John discovers Sherlock's fear on a school trip to the zoo. The boys were allowed to split off in pairs and explore the zoo on their own. John and Sherlock headed off towards the ape area. Sherlock seemed happy, he was laughing and smiling, taking the mickey out of john's fear of spiders. They entered the ape area and Sherlock seemed fine, until a monkey screamed loudly and threw itself at the metal bars of the cage. Sherlock screamed and skittered backwards, slamming into the wall and sinking to the floor.
"Sherlock?" John asked, stepping towards his friend. He offered his hand out but Sherlock shook his head, whimpering slightly.
"I would guess, due to my extreme reaction, I have a fear of monkeys." Sherlock said, voice trembling. John chuckled slightly, pulling his shaking friend into a tight, warm hug. The taller boy gladly embraced his friend, pressing his face into John's neck. He inhaled John's shampoo and chocolate scent and felt himself calm down.
"Monkeys.." John said, chuckling quietly, "Really Sherlock?" the dark haired boy looked up and met John's eyes, scowling, until his best friend tapped the tip of his nose with his finger. They both smiled at one another until a loud, rowdy male yelled "Get a room, fags!" and threw an empty water bottle at them.
The two eleven year olds had no idea what he was talking about but both knew enough to understand that he was insulting them. John glared at the man and Sherlock whispered in his short best friend's ear, "I wish I could put him in a cage."