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Sherlock didn't bother to look as he felt a figure sit beside him on the green bench. Instead, his beautiful eyes, layered with sectoral heterochromia, focused on the numerous leaves that the strong wind was sending whirling around him and the large droplets of rain that were landing on the skin of his bare arms. Numerous shivers ran through his thin frame courtesy of the cold breeze that accompanied the dark clouds.
There was only a select few that would sit with him on a metal bench in the centre of a play area during a thunder storm.
Not a word was exchanged between them for a significant amount of time before the silence was finally broken by his companion.
"John's worried sick at home, Sherlock." Mr. Watson informed him in a soothing voice, clearly content enough to be sitting with him in the pouring rain. "You concerned us all when you ran out like that. I had to hold him back to prevent him from coming after you."
Sherlock still didn't speak. Instead he simply shrugged his shoulders, his eyes still trained on the destruction the weather was causing.
"Do you want to tell me what upset you so much?" Mr. Watson offered, shifting a little closer to his son's best friend, reaching out a hand and placing it on Sherlock's leg, just above his knee.
Sherlock still refrained from speaking and moved his eyes so that they were focussed on the nearby tree, observing the leaves as the wind tore them from their branches.
Mr. Watson fell silent once more, leaving the offer there should Sherlock decide to talk.
"He was bullying John," Sherlock spoke eventually, so softly that his voice was nearly lost to the wind, but Mr. Watson just about heard, "because he stood up for me."
Sherlock bowed his head once he'd finished, beginning to play with his fingers, his hands resting on his damp jeans. He bent them backwards, one by one, listening as they cracked. He continued systematically flexing his fingers despite the fact that the cracking and popping had stopped long ago, as he avoided eye contact with Mr. Watson.
"I don't want John to go through that." Sherlock spoke again. "Not because of me."
Mr. Watson's comforting left hand shifted from Sherlock's upper leg to a position resting gently on the teen's back between his shoulder blades. He massaged the area slightly as his right hand reached out to Sherlock's lap, coming to rest atop of his hands to put a stop to the repetitive contorting of his knuckles and prevent him from harming himself.
"Sherlock," Mr. Watson spoke softly, trying to coax the male into the looking up at him, "you're not to blame and John would be very annoyed to know that you think you are. He's capable of looking after himself and if they become too much for him then he'll do something about it. If he can't deal with it on his know, then he will come to me and allow me to do so. Yes?"
"He shouldn't have to put up with it at all. It's not his problem and they don't need to involve him." Sherlock sighed. "Why didn't he just leave it be? I was fine coping with it on my own."
"He wanted to help you, Sherlock. That's what friends do." Mr. Watson explained. "He stood up for you to show the bullies that you're no longer alone. Because you're not alone anymore, Sherlock. You have us now."
"Now he's going to have to put up with their taunts, Jerry." Sherlock sighed softly. "What if they start hurting him like they do with me?" Sherlock inquired, finally looking up at the man. The Watson's had been in to the school to try and get something done about the bullies, but it seemed that even the teachers weren't the biggest fans of Sherlock.
"They would only make that mistake once." Mr. Watson noted. "John will show them exactly where to get off. I promise, Sherlock, you have nothing to worry about."
Another silence encased the pair, broken after a few seconds by a sound that was undoubtedly a sniffle. Mr. Watson applied a slight pressure to Sherlock's shoulder and the teen fell into him, his sniffles transitioning into sobs.
"Let's go home, Sherlock." Mr. Watson spoke softly after Sherlock was all cried out, wrapping an arm around him as they walked out of the park, making their way back to the Watson's household where John was waiting worriedly for him.
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