Teddy let out a huff as he walked out of 221B and sat down on the sidewalk. The rain had stopped but Teddy didn't care as he ran his hand over his face and sighed. "They can't help me," Teddy said to himself and looking out to see the police car parked by the curb. Teddy ran his hand over his face as his hair turned to his favorite turquoise. Teddy looked up to the shy. "What do you think dad, mum?" Teddy asked looking at the moon that just rose. It wasn't full which he was glad of.

"Are you alright?" Teddy didn't turn around to the voice of John Watson behind him. Teddy huffed and looked up to the sky. "It's ok to be mad you know. I don't understand what you are going through but I do know what it's like to lose someone," Teddy turned around and stared at him. He then sighed and run his hand through his hair. John noticed that it was a different color than before. "How did you die your hair so fast?" John asked with his curiosity getting the better of him. Teddy shook his head, but he didn't say anything for a while. He was not supposed to tell anyone about his morphs or that he was born like this. Teddy sighed and looked at a car that drove pasted them.

"I'm not allowed to say, sir. I'm sorry," Teddy said looking at John who nodded slowly held out his hand. Teddy stared at it before he took his hand and stood up. "You can help sir, but I don't want to cause trouble. I can look after myself but thank you," Teddy said bushing himself off and sighed again.

"We are going to help you alright. Come back in," John said walked over to the door with Teddy following him.

Teddy walked into the flat with a sad smile on his face. That cop was still there and was drinking. Teddy was used to this. "Ah hello. thank you, Dr. Watson," Lestrade said looking at Teddy who rocked on his feet.

"I'm sorry about snaping. I think I got my father's calm temper," Teddy said looking at the three men in the room. Sherlock had his hand's on his chin and hummed but he didn't say anything. Teddy wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe he was thinking about why his hair is different. Teddy however shook his head and went back to thinking about how these men can help him. Teddy crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a little. Sherlock stood up and walked over to him.

"How long have you been walking around looking for her?" Sherlock asked looking Teddy over. "You haven't eaten in three days," Sherlock said looking at John. Teddy raised an eyebrow. "Not because of nightmares no but because of a condition. A condition that you and your father shared right?" Sherlock added making Teddy shifted on his feet not meeting his eyes. The half-werewolf then nodded slowly but he didn't elaborate. Sherlock hummed and looked at Lestrade who sighed.

"How will this help find his grandmother?" Lestrade asked looking at Teddy who looked at the door. "I mean I could make so calls and not ask the boy how his eating habits," Teddy smiled at Lestrade and walked over to the door.

"There is someone here," Teddy muttered but no one heard him. Teddy sighed and opened the door slowly. At this point, John heard the door opening and walked over to it with Teddy already staring at the man at the door. The man was tall with graying hair and scars on his face.

"Why hello there young wolf," the man whispered so that only Teddy could hear him. "So far away from your family I see," he whispered with a dark smile on his face. Teddy shivered when that pull came back. Teddy looked back at John and smiled a little.

"I'll be right back," Teddy managed to say before he walked outside of the room. John raised an eyebrow and walked back over to Sherlock and Lestrade. What John didn't see was the man grabbing Teddy and running out of 221B.

A/N: How was that? Sorry about the wait I was working on a story for a comp that I'm in. thank you all for reading and tell me what you think. Can someone help? I'm not very good at writing Sherlock and I could use some pointers. I'm sorry if this is short. Thank you again and I will see you next time. -Captain Voxland