Hey guys! I'm sorry this chapter is a little short, but I just wanted to put something up. But I'm about to go on spring break so there is plenty more to come.
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Just as a reminder, sentences that are italicized are thoughts.
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Jogging into the A&E, John immediately saw Lestrade pacing the room.
"Lestrade!" As he got closer, he felt a cold wave of fear wash over him. Lestrade looked worn and worried. "What happened? I thought you said he was just stunned."
"He was. I forced him to ride in the ambulance just to be safe. Then he said he had a headache, and then he threw up and passed out and…"
By now, John just needed to see Sherlock for himself. "Where is he?"
"The doctors are looking at him now, but John…"
"What room number?"
Lestrade realized that there would be no talking to John at this point. "Room 141"
John immediately turned and raced down the hall. He found the room fairly quickly, and was about to walk int, but was brought to a screeching halt when he looked inside the see-through door. Laying in the bed was a sleeping child. He looked so small, so different from the towering man that he had come to know. He still had that mop of curly brown hair, and he was still on the skinny side. He actually looked kinda cute. Did I really just call Sherlock cute? Of course, Sherlock decided that this would be the perfect moment to wake up and look out the door. Seeing this, John rushed into the room.
"Sherlock. How do you feel?"
"Like I been sthlammed into by a twuck."
John stopped. "Oh. My. God."
"Oh sthut up"
John was already bent over laughing. "You have a lisp!" Wiping away tears, John looked up to see the Sherlock trying to give him the death stare, but not quite succeeding with his five year old face. "Oh come on, it's funny."
"Thisth isth not funny! I got wid of thisth when I was eight!"
"Well, you are not eight, or thirty one for that matter. You are a five year old."
"I know how old I am! Doesthn't mean I'm not mad."
Before John could reply to this, a doctor walked into the room. "Hello, My name is Dr. Reid. How are you feeling William?"
John immediately interjected."I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong room. There is no William here."
Dr. Reid looked down at the file in his hand, confused. "This boy isn't William Holmes?"
Now it was John's turn to look confused. He turned to Sherlock. "Did you sign in under a fake name?"
"No."
"So why does he think your name is William?"
Sherlock gave him the 'You are an idiot' look. "Becausthe my firstht name isth William."
John could only stare at Sherlock. Or William. "What do you mean your name is William?"
Sherlock stared at John like he had just spoke gibberish. Which actually looked really funny on his five year old face. "I mean my name isth William Shewlock Sthcott Holmesth."
"So you choose to go by Sherlock?"
"Yesth. I feel asth though Shewlock fitsth me better."
"Of course you do."
Dr. Reid cleared his throat to gain back their attention. "Okay Wil- Sherlock. You have a mild concussion, which combined with the stress of… changing , caused you to throw up and pass out. So seeing as there is nothing else, you are free to go."
Sherlock opened his mouth to say something, but John interrupted. "Are you the doctor that worked with all the other victims?"
"Yes, I have been treating them since the second victim was found."
"Do you think that Sherlock will change back soon?"
"I have no idea."
John started to feel himself getting angry. "What do you mean you have no idea?"
"John, calm down." Sherlock said, trying to get his friend's attention.
"No! How can he not know? What happened to the other victims?"
Dr. Reid sighed. "As of right now, all of them are still children."
"Wait, what? But we started this case three weeks ago!"
"John." John turned and looked and saw that Sherlock was again giving him his signature look. "We justht caught the culpwit thwee hoursth ago. I'm shuwe that the detectifesth at the Yawd awe (are) at leastht capable of finding the antidote in histh belongingsth. Why don't you go sthee Lesthtrade and asthk if they found anything?"
John thought that Sherlock seemed too calm. And why was he trying to dismiss him? Had he done something wrong?
"Okay… I'll be back in a few." Heading towards the door, he turned to look one last time at Sherlock, who looked like he was speaking softly with the doctor. Sighing, John left to go find Lestrade.
Turning to the doctor, Sherlock's face became serious.
"Hafe you stheen my filesth from my childhood?"
If Dr. Reid was surprised by the change in attitude, he didn't show it. "Yes, I have reviewed them."
"Stho you know what I had at thisth age."
By now Dr. Reid knew where this conversation was going. "Yes I know about it"
Sherlock actually looked worried at this point. "Do you think that I will hafe it now?"
"Truthfully, I don't know. None of the other victims had anything like this when they were young. We could run test if you like."
"No. It'sth fine. Get the disthchawge papewsth. And you should weally cut down on youw coffee intake. With that amount of sthugar, isth not healthy for you."
Stunned, Dr. Reid opened and closed his mouth. "How did you…."
"Youw bweath told me about the coffee. Youw jittewy fingews told me about the sugaw. And the way that youw Sthawbucksth (Starbucks) fwequent custhtomer cawd isth wown (worn) told the about the amount."
Dr. Reid was amazed. "Wow, that was…"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Bwilliant. Papewsth?"
Blinking, Dr. Reid decided that if was time for him to go. "Okay, I'll be back." Turning, he left quickly.
Sherlock leaned back in the bed, bored. He would have left a long time ago, but he doubted that he would be able to get a cab in this body, so he would have to wait for for John.
Why did it have to be this age? Why did this have to happen at all? Sighing, Sherlock got up started to get ready. He guessed that he would have to wait and see what would happen. He could already tell this was going to be dull.
A/N: I hoped you liked it! Just for clarification, the words in parenthesis are what the words before are.
And I just had to throw in my other favorite character from my other favorite show! (It's kinda obvious who it is)
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