A/N: Thank you to the people who informed me of the missing part of this chapter. Something must have happened at some point, because it all just disappeared.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or anything

Sherlock sulked in his room as he waited for the guests that were supposed to be arriving at any time now. He had dressed in the clothes his mother had put out for him. He had considered arguing but due to the fact that she still had his phone in her possession, he decided it was better to not challenge her. Sherlock was incredibly bored without his phone, and he missed John. It was silly, but John had become somewhat of a permanent part of Sherlock's life the past few weeks, and it was painful to have him taken away so suddenly. He hoped the other man didn't think he was purposefully ignoring him.

A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. "What?" Sherlock called.

"Our guests are here." Mycroft announced through the door. Sherlock made his way into the hallway. "Please behave yourself." Mycroft said in a tone that made it clear that he didn't think that was possible for Sherlock. The curly haired boy rolled his eyes, trudging after Mycroft down the stairs and into their living room.

Sherlock could hear his mother in the foyer greeting their guests. "Oh and aren't you a handsome young boy?" He heard her say. He groaned. Whoever they were, they brought their no doubt bratty little kid over. That was just fantastic.

Sherlock's mother rounded the corner leading their guests into the living room. Sherlock could tell this dinner was a very big deal to the mother, because she was wearing quite a bit of makeup and he could tell her shoes were brand new. She was trying to make a good impression. Her daughter, however, looked like she wanted to be anywhere else rather than there. He could relate to that.

His father was still in the foyer with the boy, who he was talking sports with. Sherlock rolled his eyes. His father was laughing at he made his way into the living with the kid and as Sherlock got a good look at the boy, his eyes went wide.

John blinked, wondering if he was seeing correctly. "Sherlock?" He asked.

"What the fuck?" Sherlock blurted.

Sherlock's mother gasped, but he ignored her, staring at John.

"Sherlock, do you know John?" Sherlock's father asked.

Before Sherlock could answer, John spoke up. "Yeah, we met at camp. I was a counselor." John grinned. "Maybe if you had texted me back, we wouldn't be so shocked right now." John sat next to Sherlock on the couch. Sherlock stared at him in shock.

"I wondered who was texting you so much." Sherlock's mother shook her head, handing her son back his phone.

Sherlock scrolled through the 4 new messages from John.

I hope you aren't busy tonight because I have to go to a boring dinner and I'll need you to entertain me.

Blue or red tie? What would bring out my eyes more?

I decided on blue.

I hope they have nice food. I'm starving.

Sherlock looked back up at John. "The blue does look nice." He admitted, and John laughed. Mycroft nearly choked on his drink at the friendly nature between the two.

"So is this the person you are always rushing to text?" Harry asked, putting the pieces together.

John turned bright red and decided that he was going to kill Harry when he got home.

"Him too?" Mycroft laughed. "We could barely get Sherlock off his phone."

Sherlock blushed, and both boys looked anywhere but each other. Everyone made small talk for a while until it was announced that dinner was ready. They migrated to the dining room where they were served. The Holmes' family had gone all out for the dinner, preparing huge steaks and homemade mashed potatoes. They dug in, and everyone asked the obligatory questions about school and work.

Dinner was soon over, and the Watson's had to leave. As they said their goodbyes, Sherlock wondered how he should send John off. A handshake seemed too formal. John answered that question by pulling Sherlock into a short hug. "It was nice meeting you all, and it was great seeing you again Sherlock." He said as he left.

Sherlock couldn't help but feel a little empty as John left. It was crazy how much the other man changed his mood, and it didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his family. Mycroft suddenly wondered just what John was to Sherlock.

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"Sherlock is pretty cute." Harry said once they got back to their own home.

"Aren't you one hundred percent homosexual?" John asked, laughing.

And I thought you were one hundred percent heterosexual Harry thought to herself, but held her tongue. She knew that if she mentioned anything to John that he would get instantly defensive about it and deny everything.

Boys were so stupid.