I don't own Sherlock, just having some fun.
Sorry for taking so long to update, been busy with life. I am going to be moving my update day to Sunday from now on.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Mycroft opened the door and let the others into the house before he closed the door behind them. Greg looked at the two kids they were subdued, holding each other's hands. Taking what comfort they could from each other. It had been a grueling interview, and both kids had to go into more detail than they had with Dimmock and two adults could see that they were stressed. Coats were soon taken off and they went into the living room. They had gone to the appointment early, since it was a favor for Mycroft, so it was only just past ten in the morning.
When Sherlock and John had first woken up, they had seemed much like normal, laughing, playful and excited. It all changed as soon as they realised that they would have to do that morning before anything fun could occur. Mycroft sat down as the two kids did the same. He watched them with a pained smile on his face, hoping that they would be all right son.
Mycroft gave a roll of his eyes as his phone began to ring, "Sorry," he sighed to them all. Greg gave a small nod as Mycroft stood up answering the phone as he walked out of the room for some privacy.
Sherlock and John watched him curiously for a moment. John leaned against Sherlock as an arm went around him. They were still trying to put what had happened behind them. When they were adults it would have been easier, but since their minds were more like the children they appeared they were having a hard time. The three looked up when the door opened and Mycroft walked back into the room with a smile on his face.
"What is it?" Sherlock asked.
Mycroft smiled, "the serum works and it has been tested as safe for use on people."
"Yay," John cheered, "Iths will be greath tho be an adulths again."
Sherlock nodded in agreement looking at his brother and asking, "So when will we be able to take it, in a day or so?" he really wanted to know, he wished to be back to normal.
"It will be ready today," Mycroft answered them smiling sitting down beside John.
Sherlock looked at him and wondered, "What time?"
"Tonight, it is best if it's taken just before you go to sleep. While you sleep it will begin to work. It will put less stress on your body. And don't forget that the two of you will only age around twenty-five years. If we try to age you back to your original age, the stress of doing so could kill you." He finished, making sure that the two of them understood that they would be younger than they should be when re-aged.
"Yes, I don't mind that as long as I will be an adult again," Sherlock said, rolling his eyes.
"Good," Mycroft nodded as John began to giggle a little as he looked at Sherlock. "What are you giggling about John?" he asked curiously.
John carried on giggling as he tried to tell them, "Ith'ss jussths thaths Ssherlocks, he'll be older than me thiss thime. He'll be thes old man," he managed to get out through his giggles.
"Oh please John," Sherlock said with a large sigh, "it's not that funny."
John nodded frantically, "Yepss ith isss!" he crowed as he held his stomach from the laughter that carried on building.
Sherlock sighed once again as he shook his head at his friends unusual sense of humor, "Honestly John, you can be the weird one in this friendship at times. I will not be that much older than you."
"I knows, but…" he gave one a last giggle before calming down, taking a breath.
"Though I do have a question Mycroft," Sherlock then said as he turned to his elder brother once again.
"And what would that be?" Mycroft asked him, curiously.
"Well, you know that John was shot, would this bring back the injury at all, or would it be as though it never happened?" he asked him, wondering if John's shoulder would be the same as it was when the two of them had first met.
"I don't know, I believe that your bodies will return to the condition they were in at the age that they stop aging at So with that, I would think that it will no longer be a problem," Mycroft said as he began to wonder about it as well.
"Haves tho waiths and ssees," John smiled, "I wouldn'th mind ifs iths wenths away, ith ssthill achess when ith gethss cold."
Sherlock nodded, he had seen the look of discomfort on his friend face when the weather went bitter, "Yes, well, I do hope. It will be nice for you."
John nodded, "Yep," he smiled, popping the P once again.
"Right," Greg said, getting the attention of the others, and quickly made a suggestion, "I think we should do something for your last day as kids, get out and have a bit of fun." He looked at them all one by one, trying to gage their reaction.
Sherlock and John shared a look and smiled, both nodding at the same time. Sherlock turned to Greg and told him, "I think it would be great to go and have a little fun."
"Good," Greg grinned happily that the two of the were all for it.
"One thingss, whaths sshall we do?" John asked.
"Why don't you each come up with something and we will do them all." Mycroft told them, thinking it might be a good way to get them to agree to the party that night.
"All right." John and Sherlock nodded, trying to think of something that they could do.
"Well, we will be doing one thing for the night. I know that you will find it tedious, but I have to go, unfortunately. If you really don't wish to come with me and watch the fireworks, then you may come home after an hour," Mycroft said looking at them both, he had a feeling that he would.
"Politics, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked his brother a look of disgust on his face at the thought.
"As always Sherlock, you know the world in which I work and live." Mycroft gave a dry chuckle.
"I know," Sherlock sighed looking at John, he knew that John enjoyed watching the fireworks on Bonfire Night, "We'll come with you. May as well make that your little activity brother dear," he said with a soft smirk.
"It would have been nice if I didn't have to go," Greg said,
"Just be polite and you never know what may happen, Gregory." Mycroft smiled.
Greg sighed looking at Sherlock, "I had hoped you would say no to going."
Sherlock chuckled, "Glad I could surprise you, Greg. I know that John likes fireworks, so I thought since where Mycroft will be going has a good view of the Thames for the New Year Fireworks display, it would be the perfect place for us to go and watch them."
John smiled, "Thankss, I didn'ths thinks ofs thath."
Sherlock smiled back, "I know, that's why I agreed to go."
John giggled, "Well, are we going ouths?"
"Yes, now let's get those little suits off you." Mycroft said as he looked at the two children who were still dressed in the suits they had been told to wear for the interview, "get into something warm and comfortable. Then we'll go out and have some fun."
"Okay!" the two kids called out as they jumped up and ran out of the room. Quickly changing into something warmer, suitable for going out and about in London at the end of December.
"Well, they seem a little better now," Greg smiled, he could hear them giggling and calling out to each other, even as they were in the bedroom.
Mycroft nodded, "It's nice to see their good cheer return, though I think it has more to do with the fact that you suggested for us to have some fun on their last day as children."
The silver haired man nodded, "I just thought that if we do something outside that was different from the park, it wouldn't bring up any bad memories. They need to get out, have a little fun and start putting things behind them."
"Yes, I just wonder what the two of them will choose." He pondered, thinking what the two may wish to do.
"Well how about we put our names in a hat and draw them out and see what line up we come up with?" Greg suggested.
Mycroft chuckled, "it will only be the three of you, but yes. I think that might be the better idea."
"We're backs!" John yelled as he ran into the room, Sherlock following closely behind him, "I won!"
"Only because I allowed it," Sherlock said as he looked competitively to his friend.
John rolled his eyes, "You're jussths sslow Ssherlocks."
Sherlock huffed at that as he shook his head, "No I'm not."
John grinned and stuck his tongue out teasingly at his best friend, "Are too." He giggled.
Sherlock sighed as he looked at Mycroft and Greg and asked them, "so who is going to chose our first activity?"
"Well, I think we should put our names in a hat and see who comes out first," Greg said as he told them a fair way to chose.
"All righths." John nodded. Greg got up and got what they needed.
"Right, Mycroft, since you won't be taking part, you can draw them all," Greg said as he offered the little hat to Mycroft to pull the names out.
Mycroft rolled his eyes as he put his hand in and pulled out the first one, "Right, John, you're first," he smiled to the youngest.
"Brillianths," John grinned happily.
"Second will be Greg," he said as he pulled another, "and that means that you Sherlock, your's is last, all right?" he asked them as they nodded.
"Yes, it was fair," Sherlock shrugged, not minding at all.
"Right then, to the entrance and get your coats." Mycroft said as he stood up and then realised that he and Greg were still in their own suits, "One moment though as Greg and I change into something more comfortable, going around London in our suits would not be a good idea," he smiled.
John and Sherlock giggled and laughed as the two adults left the room and quickly changed. It didn't take long for the four of them to gather and be ready to go as John announced their first destination. The idea was a good one, even though they lived in London, they had not had the chance to go there before. They got into a waiting taxi that Mycroft had called. It was the better idea since it would be easier that than having to find their car all the time. Soon they were off on Sherlock's and John's last day as children.
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Well, it's almost the end of this fic. We have four more chapters, there is a sequel, but it will be a while before I will post it.