Jim smiled, coloring with the two boys. He turned his attention to the man with the glasses, "So, how'd you meet your daddy?"
"Uhm...birth I guess?" Newt wasn't sure what he was talking about.
Sherlock shook his head and decided to clear it up some for him, "Not your birth father. Hermann."
"Hermann? He's not my dad. He's a coworker and a friend." he looked to the side, "Why do you call John 'daddy'?"
"Well thats what he is," the black haired man said before his brother could, "He takes care of us and does all the things a daddy is suppose to do. Therefore it only makes sense to call him that."
Sherlock glared at his little brother, unamused.
Jim stared, "What? What did I do?"
Newt thought for a moment, "Well that does make sense then. Hermann's more like a mommy than anything."
"Well thats a new one on me," Sherlock shrugged, coloring blue beard's coat.
Eventually Jim went to go get a change from John, leaving Sherlock alone with Newt. This was great in opening up some questions.
"Why don't you like your little brother?" was the first one out of Newt's mouth. Jim didn't bother him much, but Sherlock didn't seem too happy about him being around.
The detective crossed his arms, "I don't like sharing. I don't like sharing John. And Moriarty always wants to share. He never seems to want to leave me alone."
"Maybe he just wants to spend some time with you," Newt suggested, "The more you ignore him the harder he'll try."
Sherlock sighed. He knew, but still, "I never had to share before. My brother is much older than I."
"Yeah, I don't share too well either," the goupie smirked, "But I'm an only child."
John broke their conversation by tugging at his original ward's pants, "You need a change. Come on."
Jim smiled at Newt, "Wanna explore the castles?"
The look in his eyes as he smiled sent a little chill down the groupie's spine. Like he had alterterior motives. But what could he possibly have? Newt was just being silly.
"Uh, sure. Where is the castle?" the groupie looked around.
Morie smiled, taking his hand and climbing under a blanket fort, "Just relax and be careful. The dragon is asleep."
They managed to walk into this large castle with treasure everywhere. It was outstanding and awe inspiring.
"Where are we?" Newt looked around, amazed, "How did we get here?"
"We walked of course," Jim pointed to the door, "Be delicate with what you decide to take. We must be quick."
"Lead the way, man."
The slightly taller man kept his steps light. He didn't want to disturb the coins on the ground. No what they were looking for was more valuable. They slowly made their way to a treasure trobe. Necklaces, coins, rings.
"Take only a little. If too much goes missing he'll search," Jim grabbed several coins and a ring.
Newt on the other hand was more greedy, he stuffed his pockets with coins, a necklace around his neck, and two rings.
As they were pilaging a voice could be heard, "What is this I hear?" it purred, "Someone in my treasure it seems."
Jim gasped and ducked down, pulling Newt with him, "Oh no."
"Oh no? Oh no, what? What is that?" the green eyed lad paniced some.
"It's the dragon," he covered his mouth.
The stomping got louder and closer, "Who dares? Face me!" It stalked near them. It was huge! It rumbled the coins on the floor as it walked, "Tell me thiefs."
Newt and Jim whimpered quietly as it stepped around them, they tried to crawl off without being seen. The almost made it when the giant landed in front of them. It's piercing eyes staring into them.
"How do you wish to die?" He smirked and hurled fire at them.
"Run, Newt!" Jim hurried in the opposite direction.
The groupie whimped as he ran. It was the baby all over again.
He dove to hide behind a pillar. If he wished to make it out he had to get back to that door and make it out. How did they even get here!? It didn't matter.
Newt hurried off, hearing the giant growling. He could feel the hot air of the creature's breath to his right. He just kept low, "Jim?" Maybe he would see him as he made it to the door.
In no time there was a rumble and a loud shriek.
"Jim!?" he hurried to where the shriek was. The dragon had the boy pinned. His large head leaning down out him.
Morie squirmed like a mouse trapped by a cat, "Run Newt! Save yourself!" Before he could finish the creature reached it's large paws down on him.
Newt hurried away, hearing the boy scream in the distance. He could make it, he could make it!
Just as he touched the door he was slammed to the ground suddenly.
"I have you now, theif!"
"No! Mummy, help! Mummy!" the man sobbed.
"Are they ok in there?" the taller man looked toward the front room, "They're quite loud."
John shrugged, "They're playing dragons and treasure." It was one of the few games Moriarty and Sherlock played together all the time.
Hermann flinched at the yelling and sudden shriek of Newt. He grabbed his cane and quickly limped to see what was happening.
Sherlock had Newt pinned on his belly and was tickling his sides. Both were laughing hysterically.
"I'll save you Newt!" Morie grabbed Sherlock's foot, tickling the sole, causing his brother to scream and twist.
Hermann just shook his head and went back to John, "Happy to see they're having fun."