Um...holy crap. The amount of reviews today made me cry I was so overwhelmed. Thank you all for being so supportive. This fic has been giving me problems, because I'm not used to writing so fluffily. So thank you for all the kind words:

Girlwithwings329: thanks for the nice review. And OMG, thanks for pointing out my forgetfulness on the thermometer/fever issue. I totally would never have thought anything of it. So no, I didn't mind. Wow, I'm a nut sometimes! Lol hope you can forgive my American mindset when it comes to the temp.

Almightyswot: hahaha, that's funny. No case just yet, but we shall see. ;)

Guest: lol, yes, yes indeed.

Lucy36: lol famous last ords indeed. And no, the boys are fine.

Magicstrikes: lol John just knows how to put the right incentive out there to get Sherlock to do anything...and yes, being carried by him whilst sick makes being sick fun. Lol

Madasahatterjayy: thanks dear!

Zora arian: lol, hm...yummy doctor to look out for me, I agree, it'd be nice. Then again, so would being carried into bed by a tall consulting detective would also be nice. Lol.

Guest: lol, yea...not really his area.

Childoftheriver: lol thanks. I love that word...hoot.

: aw, thanks! Sadly not a case as of yet, but I assure you, that is coming. And by all means, obsess away. I don't mind in the slightest. ;)

Flyaway213: thank you Deary!

Theannoyingone97: hahaha it is true. While I find myself devoted to our dear detective more, I certainly have a soft spot for the good doctor. Man...all those years of medical school have got to come in handy for SOMETHING. Lol. ;)

Daisherz365: yep, you were right. Don't worry, it's not contageous.

Mione W.G: lol yay! Thanks.

Louisethelibrarian: lol I want to get sick...just for tat perk. Yes please. Lol

Ssmill: lol thanks!

Maharet97: :D yes ma'am!

Musicchica10: aw, glad I can help with the bed time stories! Goodnight!

Alrighty then onto

Chapter Ten:

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Sherlock stepped into the living room, and looked at the small challenge set before him. They gazed back in innocence, casting worried smiles to him.

''Is Aunt Molly going to live?" Titus asked, a deep frown appearing on his features. Timothy looked up at the question, his face joining his brother's in concern. Sherlock took a step toward them.

''Yes, of course she's going to live. She merely has a fever. Nothing to fret over. Now, what do you um...do? To keep yourselves occupied?" He asked them. They looked at each other, then back to him.

''Huh?" Timothy asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'Lovely.' He thought.

''What do you like to do for...fun?" He asked, unsure of the last word. This seemed to be the right question, as the boys perked up almost instantly.

''Oh! We do all kinds of stuff! We could play video games! Or read a book! Or go outside and play! Mr. Sherluck? Can we go out and play? It's not raining anymore! Yea! We could go out and play at the park! Please Mr. Sherluck, please?" They passed their voice back and forth, bombarding Sherlock with ideas for 'fun'. Sherlock's eyes widened as they ended, saying the same thing. He looked around, before sitting in the chair next to them.

''Um. You may, do something in here. Quietly. I need to think, and your aunt needs her rest. Just, don't make any noise.'' He said dismissively. The boys looked at him, then to each other. They shrugged their shoulders, before climbing off the sofa and going to wander the flat and explore. Sherlock sat with his hands poised under his chin, as he stared into space.

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It had been some time later, unknown to Sherlock, when he finished thinking. He looked around, to see the boys sitting on the sofa once more. They stared at him with interest. Sherlock gazed around the room, the feeling of something amiss flooding his brains.

''What did you do?" He asked. They smiled mischievously, but said nothing. He looked about the room, and the first change caught his eye. The books on the shelf had been moved around and repositioned, so that he no longer knew where the precise location of any of them were. His eyes scanned across the shelf, nothing in it's place of origin. He then caught sight of something missing from the mantle above the fireplace. His skull. Sherlock looked to the two who sat looking off into space coyly. In a swift move, Sherlock was up from his set, and leaning into them closely.

''Boys...'' he said in a warning tone. They turned to him, shining their eyes brightly.

''It is not polite to touch or move other people's things without permission.'' He finished, ignoring the attempt at being cute. He looked at the small details about them, deducing where in 221B they had been. 'Dust from under the kitchen sink on their knees. A splash of water from the bathroom tub on Titus's elbow. Ah, crumbs from Mrs. Hudson's pies downstairs in 221A.' Sherlock smiled confidently at them, before walking down the steps. He found the skull just inside the door of her flat, and returned to the room upstairs. When he returned, he saw them precariously reaching for his violin, which sat inside its case next to the window.

''I advise you, put that back.'' He ordered. They looked at him again, before one of them plucked a string with smug confidence. Sherlock placed the skull back in its spot on the wooden mantle, and walked briskly to where they were. He grabbed the violin quickly from Timothy's hand, before inspecting it, and finally placing it back in the case. By the time he had done this, the twins were on the move again, sifting through his odd equipment in the kitchen. Sherlock gruffed before following them about the flat, attempting to keep them from his things. Finally, after being in their tireless wake for less than ten minutes, he gave up.

''What do you want, boys? I would be inclined to do anything that does not require you touching my things.'' He said, in a slight pleading voice. The twins looked at him, and Titus offered the solution.

''We want to go outside.'' He said, before they both crossed their arms.

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John had been replacing the cool cloth on Molly's head, when Sherlock quietly burst through the door.

''I am taking the boys to the park.'' He announced with a scowl. John smirked as he saw the twins in the background, victoriously grinning as they put their jackets on. He looked back up to see Sherlock's gaze was set on Molly.

''How is she?" He asked in a slightly sensitive way. John seemed a tad shocked, before giving the report.

''She's doing better. I think she may have had a bit of an allergic reaction to yesterday's breakfast. She said something in her sleep about 'damned peanut oil'. I think with the proper rest, she should be fine.'' He finished explaining. Sherlock nodded, before turning to leave. John smiled again.

''So, going on an outing, are we?" He asked, looking at the boys. Sherlock sighed in annoyance.

''Yes, well it's either that, or my experiments being tampered with. I'd rather not have that happen.'' He said, turning toward the door. John felt it necessary to give the man an order.

''Sherlock. No cases.'' He said firmly. The talk man looked at him, with saddened eyes.

''No, Sherlock. They are boys. They do not need to be exposed to any of the thing you deal with. Also, Molly would kill you if she found out.'' He said. As Sherlock left the room without another word, John called out a final time.

''Have fun!"

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The boys stepped out of the cab, and Sherlock followed after paying the cabbie. They looked at the large green park that sat before them. The twins grinned excitedly, and took off in a mad dash toward the playground. Sherlock stepped casually after them, keeping one eye to where they played, and another to the surrounding people. He took a spot on a bench nearby, and sat back, observing those around him.

After an hour of playing, the boys grew bored, and joined the consulting detective on the bench.

''Sherluck? Can you show us how to see all that cool stuff about people some more?" Titus asked. Sherlock smirked, before looking over to see the two ginger boys beaming up at him. He nodded simply, and pointed across the way to a young woman holding her child.

''Do you see that woman there, boys?" He asked. When they nodded, he continued.

''I can tell you how old her baby is, just by looking at her clothes.'' He stated in confidence. They looked at him with scrunched up faces, and he elaborated.

''She has a bit of spit up on the shoulder there. She also is still wearing her maternity clothes. Not because she is still large, but because they are more comfortable and she does not have time to ready herself as she used to every morning. That baby is less than a year old, based on those facts. Now, if you look carefully, she has fairly new looking bottles. If you notice that smudge on her hand, it is baby cereal. Hence the new bottles. Based on advised time to switch a baby over to rice cereal, I'd wager that the infant she is holding is between four and six months old.'' He finished. The boys looked over at the woman and her baby curiously.

''Can we go ask her?" Timothy sounded. Sherlock gave a quick nod of his head, and they were off. Once they reached her, she looked up and smiled at them.

''Hello boys, how are you?" She asked sweetly. Titus took no time in asking the question at hand.

''Oh we're fine thanks. Lady, how old is your baby?" He asked point blank. She chuckled before displaying the beautiful baby girl for them to see.

''Lydia here just turned five months old yesterday, in fact.'' She answered. The boys mouths both dropped open, before they turned to run back to Sherlock. Timothy turned back as he ran.

''Thanks lady with the baby!"

They reached Sherlock, and he simply grinned at them. He was right. They flooded him with praise, and asked him to teach them his tricks. They sat in the park for hours, deducing passers by and other children on the playground. It had started getting cool outside, and Sherlock hailed a cab for them to return to Baker Street.

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Aw, yay for fun! Lol. I hope you liked it. See you next chapter! Don't forget to review and favorite! And follow, so you know when I post a new chapter. Thanks again, all my dears!