High Functioning Sociopath -one shot-
Sherlock's mother and father had officially deemed him 'different' on his third birthday, and for reasons unknown to Sherlock they had been sending him to doctors ever since. Sherlock knew that all the doctors were stupid and that there was nothing wrong with him. Over time he had grown bored at being poked and probed by various under- qualified idiots.
He had visited many doctors over his brief lifetime, however Dr. Marline Fitz was the only one he tolerated. She seemed to know things about himself that he didn't, although he would never admit it outside his mind.
One day he was sitting in the comfortable chairs of her office when Dr. Fitz attempted to explain something to him;
"Sherlock, your mother and father have asked me to break the news to you about something," she paused, trying to judge his reaction. The eleven year old merely raised his eyebrows.
"I have diagnosed you a sociopath. Do you know what that means?"
"No, should I?" Sherlock replied.
"It is someone who sees what others don't, can control what people see in him and doesn't quite feel in the same way most people do." She went silent; reading him yet again.
"What do you mean? Am I a freak?" Sherlock looked confused.
"Not at all. I myself am one and there are more of people like you than you would believe, its juts finding them that's the tricky bit." She smiled.
"You mean like a game?" he asked.
She paused, "Yes, a game!"
This caused Sherlock to smile. He liked games, especially thinking ones.
"you know you can play this game wherever you go, and you can try and figure out what it is that people want to keep to themselves. I find it helps the mind keep from erratic behavior." Explained Dr. Fitz. "I think you would benefit from keeping your brain active Sherlock."
"So I'm a sociopath?"
"Yes Sherlock, a high functioning one."