Hey guys!

This story has over 1,000 views! I didn't even imagine 20 people reading this when I started writing, so I just want to say thank you to everyone who has read this.

I'm actually really surprised that I got this chapter up so fast, cause I'm doing a lot of college tours, but I'm glad I did.

And to address Ivanova: I realized that John should be able to tell the pills aren't vitamins. I'll try to fix that this chapter.

Also, I have a family member that has the disease Sherlock has. But, if you have any questions, you can review or message me.

Longest chapter yet, so hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

After eating, John found some of the clothes that the hospital had given them for Sherlock, then they both went out to do some shopping. Sherlock was talking a mile a minute, excited to finally have something to do other than lying around the apartment.

Shopping for Sherlock was an… experience. The first thing that they ended up buying was a backpack for Sherlock, because he insisted that he needed something to carry all his stuff (including his "vitamins") since his could no longer fit his coat. John was still suspicious about the pills, and he had tried to get a look at them in the bottle, but Sherlock had snatched them from his hands, and put it in his pocket. John had wanted Sherlock to get a regular backpack so he didn't stand out, but Sherlock was determined to get a mini leather messenger bag. So they made a deal; they would get the bag if Sherlock got kid clothes. John thought it would be a little weird if he walked around in suits. Sherlock agreed, but still ended up buying sweater vests, white shirts, and khakis, which in John's mind was better than nothing. Sherlock almost bit someone's head off when they mistook him for John's son, but John was able to calm him, and explain that they should probably use that explanation if he didn't want people to know who he really was. Sherlock begrudgingly agreed.

But it bothered John that Sherlock had reacted that way.

"Why did you want to yell at that store clerk?" John asked as they walked out the store with Sherlock's new clothes.

"Because she called me youw sthon." Sherlock stated, staring up at John. "Why do you asthk?

"Would it be that bad if you were my son?"

"No, that'sth not it."

"So what is it?"

Sherlock stopped and sighed "I don't want people to misthtake my bestht fwiend fow my fathew, okay? It'sth jsut weird." Huffing, Sherlock continued walking. Which means that he missed the smile, then frown that crossed John's face.

Why does that make me upset? John thought. I have known for years that I was his best friend. Then something popped into his head. Is it because I don't want to be just friends? John thought this over for a moment, then shook his head. I cannot be thinking about this while Sherlock is a child!

"John, sthtop thinking stho much and come on!" Sherlock called. Not wanting to lose him, John jogged to catch up.

It was still pretty early in the day, so they ended up walking around London. They saw Big Ben, and John tried to convince Sherlock to go on the London Eye, but all that earned him was a earful about how Sherlock wasn't really a child, so he shouldn't have to do childish things. Laughing, John decided that they should probably start to find the materials needed for experiments. That sent Sherlock into a fit of excitement, and gave John another headache as he was dragged across London to different shops, gathering materials that John deemed safe enough. The shop owners gave them a few weird looks when Sherlock picked up materials that most five year olds didn't even know existed. But they didn't say anything to them, which was probably for the best.

All in all, it had been a really good morning. So of course the day would go to hell in a handbasket.

It was nearing one o'clock, and Sherlock was starting to become tired. John noticed Sherlock dragging his feet and rubbing his eyes. He had stopped talking non-stop, and now only said a few things here and there. John tried not to laugh at him, but when Sherlock tripped and almost fell on his face, John couldn't hold it in any longer. Letting out a chuckle, he pulled Sherlock aside. "Okay, you can't keep on going. Why don't you let me carry me carry you to Angelo's so we can get something to eat."

"No, no Angelo'sth. Sthomeone might wecognize me." Sherlock said, rubbing his eyes again. Sherlock leaned against the wall, grateful for a break.

"Okay, how about some Chinese? We can pick it up on the way home." John asked, watching as Sherlock's blinks became closer and closer together.

"That sthoundsth fine." Sherlock said, yawning before closing his eyes.

John felt like he could not stop smiling at Sherlock's cuteness. "I know you said it was a one time thing, but I could carry you if you want. You probably need a nap, anyway."

Sherlock thought it over. While he didn't want to be treated like a child, he had really liked it when John had carried him before.

Why did I like it? I didn't even like it when my own mother carried me at this age. Although, she didn't carry me alot. But when Sherlock thought of being in John's arms, all he thought of was warmth and comfort. He had felt safe. All these thoughts were confusing Sherlock. He didn't even notice John saying his name until he felt hand on his shoulder. Sherlock's eyes snapped open to see John kneeling in front of him, looking concerned.

"Are you okay? I think you just fell asleep." John said, staring into Sherlock's eyes.

Sherlock wanted to tell John that he was fine, but he was really tired and just wanted to go home.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Sherlock said. Then he mumbled something that John didn't catch.

"What was that?" John asked.

"Can you cawwy me?" Sherlock asked a little louder, staring at the ground.

John laughed, which earned him a scowl from Sherlock. "Nevew mind." Sherlock said, straightening up.

John immediately stopped laughing. "I'm sorry Sherlock, I didn't mean to laugh. Of course I'll carry you." Smiling, he held open his arms.

Sherlock was still frowning, but he went and wrapped his arms around John's neck.

John lifted Sherlock up, took Sherlock's bag and put it on his own shoulder. It was a little difficult to carry, since it was child-size, but he managed. Walking down the street, John felt Sherlock snuggle deeper and deeper into his neck, until he heard soft snoring in his ear. He saw women staring at him, smiling. One even came up to him and told him that he was a good dad, and gave him her number. He stuffed it in his pocket, but didn't think he would be calling her. She was cute, and was his type, but he hadn't been interested in her. In fact, he realized hadn't thought about dating in a long time. The last time he had had a date was… four months ago. Has it really been that long? John was surprised.. He hadn't really thought about dating, or other women, for a while. He was so engrossed in these thoughts that he didn't notice the guy coming toward him until he felt Sherlock's bag being ripped off his arm. His army instincts immediately kicked in, and he started to chase after the guy. But he soon realized that he wouldn't be able to catch him while he was carrying Sherlock, so he stopped. There hadn't been much in the bag anyway, since they had just bought it.

Sherlock had woken up when John had started running, and was now looking around. "What'sth happening?" Sherlock slurred.

John sighed and placed Sherlock down. Sherlock still looked like he was half asleep. "Sherlock, someone just took your bag."

Sherlock became instantly alert. "WHAT? Why didn't you chasthe after them?"

"Because I was carrying you! I couldn't keep up with him." John said. He could see that Sherlock was starting to get really upset, but he couldn't understand why.

All of a sudden, Sherlock went still. "What time isth it?" Sherlock asked.

At first, John was thrown by the question. Then he realized: the pills. They had been in the bag. John looked at his watch. "Uhh, it's a little after 1:30."

Sherlock looked as if he was about to explode. "Why didn't you wake me up at 1?"

John was starting to get annoyed with Sherlock's yelling. "Because you needed to sleep! We were a few minutes from the restaurant, and then we would have been home by 1:45! So you would take them an hour late! What is the big deal? They're just vitamins!"

"NO THEWE NOT!" Sherlock yelled, stomping his feet, but swayed a little.

John was starting to worry. Sherlock was starting to sweat, he was pale (well, paler than normal), and his pupils were dilated.

Kneeling in front of Sherlock, John grabbed his wrists. Sherlock's pulse was racing. "Sherlock, what were the pills for?" John asked slowly.

Sherlock looked completely disoriented. "The… pillsth?" Sherlock asked.

John was going to ask Sherlock the question again, but then he noticed something that made his blood run cold. Sherlock's left arm was jerking. Instantly, the doctor in him began to analyze what was happening. Sweating, high heart rate, pupils dilated, disorientation, jerking of a limb… Oh god. "Sherlock, I need you to lie down, okay? I'm going to lie you down." John said slowly and calmly. He reached and put his hands around Sherlock's waist. But just as John was lowering Sherlock to the ground, Sherlock eyes rolled back and he went stiff.

"Dammit!" Quickly lowering Sherlock the rest of the way, John turned him on his side as Sherlock's limbs unlocked and he began to thrash. Making sure that is airway stayed open and that he would stay on his side, John quickly grabbed his phone and dialed 911.

"I need an ambulance two streets away from Baker Street." John said as he continued to keep Sherlock on his side. He noticed there was a crowd gathering, but they were in the back of his mind. "I have a five year old boy that started to seize about a minute ago." Listening to the operator, John cut them off. "No, I'm a doctor. He started off disoriented, then his arm started to jerk, then he started to seize." John paused. "I think he has epilepsy and he missed his medication." He then hung up, and just watched Sherlock as he started to turn blue. Closing his eyes, he hoped that Sherlock would be okay.

Duh duh duuuuh! Cliffhangers for all!

Thanks for reading!

I just had to dress Sherlock like that, in honor of my other favorite character from my other favorite show.

I know that Sherlock's parents have already been revealed, but in this story I'm going to have not be caring parents. They didn't do anything bad to him, they just weren't around much.

And I'm really sorry if anyone does not like the way the story is heading. I have wanted to write something like this, and I know a lot about epilepsy, so that was what I decided to use. Also, epilepsy is more common than people believe. If you want to know more, go online and find out more.

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