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Chapter 4

For a moment, John and Sherlock just looked at each other. Then Sherlock spoke.

"Can we go home now? I have an expewiment that will be wuined if we don't get there sthoon."

Thinking of Sherlock trying to mix dangerous chemicals made John cringed. "Um, I really don't think that you doing experiments is a good idea right now…". He realized that this might not go over well, but he thought that it would be for the best.

"WHAT?"

"You use some pretty harmful chemicals that tend to explode, and I don't think your five year old hands are capable of handling those kind of things."

"John, you can't do that! I alweady can't go to cwime scthenesth. You can't take away my expewiments. You CAN'T!" Stomping his feet, tears started to form in Sherlock's eyes.

John stood there, speechless. He had never seen Sherlock act this way. He had expected this might happen (if he had any guess of what Sherlock was like as a child), but they hadn't even made it out of the hospital yet, and Sherlock was already throwing a temper tantrum.

Sherlock was just as surprised as John. He had not meant to have an outburst; it just happened. He felt bad, but he still wanted to cry. He just wanted his experiments.

"Okay. Ummm… Well what if we found some experiments that are easy for you to handle, but still interesting?"

Sherlock thought it over for a moment. " Fine. But they have to be intewesthting enough. We should get going if we want to find sthome good onesth by tonight."

John was completely miffed. Sherlock had just gone from angry to excited in a matter of seconds. He was starting to worry that he wouldn't be able to keep up with Sherlock's dizzying change in emotions. Maybe he should have taken Mycroft's offer and had Sherlock go with him. But looking at Sherlock's face and seeing the excitement as he talked about some experiments he could do, all his doubts disappeared. He would always be there for Sherlock, and if that meant taking care of mini-Sherlock for a while, then that is what he would do.

"Come on, Sherlock, let's go home. It's been a long day, and you need to rest."

"But I'm not tiwed." As he said this, Sherlock yawned, and started to rubbing his eyes. It looked like he was about to fall asleep. Oh my god, I am sooo going to take pictures of this and use it as blackmail, John thought.

"Yeah, well you might not be tired, but your body is. Remember, you're five now. Your body needs more care than you're use to, which means more sleep and food. So let's go." Turning, John started to walk away. He heard Sherlock behind him, but when he looked, Sherlock was basically running to keep up with John. Sighing, John turned and bent down to Sherlock's level. "Here, I'll carry you."

If looks could kill, John was lucky he was already in a hospital. "You have got - yawn - to be kidding me. Thewe - yawn - isth no way you awe - yawn - cawwing me awound - yawn - like a baby." Sherlock spat out, but he was still rubbing his eyes, and he was starting to sway.

Trying not to laugh at this amusing sight, John put on a serious face. "You are about to pass out. No one will know it is you, and you might be rested enough to start an experiment when you get home."

John could see the gears turning in Sherlock's mind.

"Fine, but thisth isth a one time thing." Walking over, Sherlock climbed into John's arms and rested his head on John's shoulder. Standing up, John had a small smile as he carried Sherlock out the hospital.

Getting into the cab was easy enough. Sherlock pouted when he had to get off of John's lap, but had sat down and dozed off. When they got home, John paid for the cab before trying to wake Sherlock. After shaking him repeatedly, John decided that the easiest way to get him into the house was to carry him again. Lifting him up, John felt Sherlock stirr, and throw his arms around John's neck. John couldn't help but smile as Sherlock snuggled into his shoulder. John unlocked the door and sighed, happy to finally be home. This felt like it had been the longest day of his life.

John looked down at the boy in his arms as he walked up the steps of 221B. "We're-"

A gentle snore cut him off. Seeing the line of drool coming out of Sherlock's mouth, John took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture before continuing up the stairs. He was going to have a whole album by the time this was over.

Sherlock woke feeling groggy, but warm and comfortable at the same time. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was staring at his bedroom ceiling. He quickly sat up, and rubbing his eyes, judged that it was nine in the morning. For a second, he just sat there, something buzzing in the back of his head. Then his eye widened, and he bolted out of bed, and raced into the living room. He noticed John sitting on the couch, but didn't acknowledge him as he started to look through John's coat, then his coat (which was way too big for him now), then everywhere, tearing apart the apartment. He could sense John yelling at him, but couldn't hear him over his panicked, racing thoughts. Where are they? They have to be there somewhere. Did I forget them at the hospital? It's past the time I used to take it when I was a child. Will that affect me? No, no, no… He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice anyone coming up behind him until he felt someone grab his arm. Yelping, Sherlock spun around to come face to face with John. He finally started to hear what John was saying.

"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?"

"Whewe awe they? Wrenching his arm away John, Sherlock tried to continue searching, but John stopped him again.

"Where are what?"

"THE PILLSTH! That the doctow gave me? I don't know whewe they awe!" Sherlock screeched, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

John stared at Sherlock. He couldn't understand why he was acting like this over some vitamins. Unless, they weren't really vitamins.

"I put them in the medicine cabinet, why?"

Sherlock was already running toward the bathroom. But he stopped when he came to the cabinet. He couldn't reach it. He usually towered over it, and now he can't even touch it.

"DAMMIT!" Stomping his feet, Sherlock ran back out into the living room. John was still standing in the same position, mouth hanging open. "I need you to get them fow me."

John couldn't comprehend what was happening. Sherlock was acting like the world would end if he didn't get these pills. "You know, it doesn't matter what time you take vitamins."

"Yesth, it doesth. Can you justht go get them? Pleasthe?"

John froze. Sherlock never said please. The fact that that he had sent John's brain into overdrive.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Going into the bathroom, John quickly grabbed the bottle, and ran back out. Reading the label, John shook out two pills and handed them to Sherlock, who quickly downed them.

Sherlock sighed as he swallowed the pills. Sitting down, he put his head in his hands and took a couple of deep breaths.

"Sherlock, you have to tell me what's going on. Those aren't vitamins, are they?"

Sherlock looked up and stared at John. "I'm fine. It's just that the doctow sthaid that I should take them wegulawly (regularly), and I don't want thewe to be any complicationsth while I'm in thisth body."

John saw the reason in the explanation, but things still didn't add up. "But why would you freak out ? You know it's not that big a deal if you were to take them a little late."

"Becausthe I'm in the body of a five yeaw old! Youw'e the one who told me I'm going to have child impulsthesth (impulses). I justht ovewweacted."

While what Sherlock said made perfect sense, John still thought that Sherlock was hiding something from him. He hadn't thought that Sherlock would be the type of child to get upset over little things, But he didn't want to make him more upset, so he decided to to drop it.

"Okay, what times did the doctor say you had to should them?"

Sherlock relaxed as John dropped the interrogating, but kept a straight face. "Eight in the mowning, one in the aftewnoon, and sthix at night. Preferably with food."

John smiled at Sherlock. "Well, at least something good came out of it, Now you have to eat, So you want some tea and toast?" Sherlock frowned, which made John laugh. "Come on, I'll even put some strawberry jam on top. Afterwards, we can to go buy you some clothes, and maybe we can stop and get some materials for some experiments.

That seemed to win Sherlock over. "Fine, but I get to buy mewcuwy."

"Absolutely not."

"Oh come on!" John laughed as he started to make the tea and Sherlock went on a ten minute rant on some of experiments he could do with mercury. Maybe things would be better from now on.

Thanks for reading!

I don't think that I like the end of this chapter, but I couldn't think of any other way, so this is what you get.

Question: I want to add some kind of whump to the story (Moriarty, OC), but I don't know how much to put in. Any suggestions?

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