Hi again, hope I didn't keep any of ya'll waiting too long.
Oh by the way, if I did own Sherlock or any of the other universes mentioned they would be waaaaay to confusing for any normal mind to try and make sense of. Including myself in that description. Don't you go and take offense now.
So, no, I do not own anything other than myself, don't watch the Matrix.
Bruce-Batman bolded
Tony- IronMan Italics
Grey-Sarge Italics and Underlined
Harriet- Magic Underlined
John- Watson Bold and Italicized
I hope I guessed his age right.
I don't really want to have to befriend Mycroft.
No not really, that man scares, scared, me sometimes.
But it is agreed that we go to Mycroft if Sherlock and Moriarty don't work.
Yes. We mutter.
I run the four long blocks to the park. I change my features to a young Alice with every step I take forward. Just because I need to be old enough to be out on my own (or at least old enough people won't question it as much) so I add a few inches to my spine and limbs.
Run it faster when you go back.
A soft sky blue shape with dark flecks is hunched over close to the ground. Not dieing or anything traumatic, otherwise it would be a reddish color. Shifting the small lizard in my hair to a spot where I can see and it won't be seen under a curl, I touch my magic again to it's mind. An older woman is watering her small patch of petunias.
HP Hate those things
"Hello mame?" I put on my best 'Pepper, I swear I went to bed!' face.
The woman turns holding the plastic can. Her lined face is surrounded by a small contained hallo.
"Oh Hello?!" I force myself to blush, Harry says it is the 'cutest thing ever!"
"Um, my sister and I are new here, but I was wondering if there were any kids my age to play with?"
"And who are you child?"
"Alice Pleasance. I'm six!" I hold up five fingers and fiddle with my index as if I'm confused if it goes up or not. She smiles and starts to list off names of children nearby.
"Well there's little Sally Dohnavan and Carl Powers down the block, although they might be a little bit old for you, their eight." I wouldn't play with either of them anyway, one's a bitch and the other might die in a couple year. "Oh and then there's the Moriarty doy, James I think his name is, just turned five." She looks thoughtful before nodding and looking down at me.
"Do you have any kids name?" I ask, blue eyes shining angelically through my mass of blond curls. The woman blushes slightly then responded, "Yes I have a grandson -, and please call me Ms. Anderson."
"But - is much too old for you, he's nearly eleven."
My god this woman is trying to set up a five year old!
More Blackmail!
"And where do the Moriarty's live then?" I ask. She points behind us to a small grey-blue house.
"Just across the street dear."
I turn to leave and suddenly flip around waving wildly. "Bye-bye Ms. Anderson! Thank you!"
I dash across the street; pulling the hazardous magic from the Lizard.
HP Don't want to fry the poor thing.
Blindly knocking on the rough wood of the door. Then haphazardly feel around for the doorbell; cracked plastic meets the fleshy tips of my fingertips. I press with all my minuscule four year strength on the circle. A soft 'dong' filters through the door. The call of "Mum there's someone at the door!" It's a young male voice, the younger Moriarty I assume.
You know what assuming makes you? An a-
Stark!
Party Pooper.
Soft thumps of feet pad up to the door before a whoosh of air brushes my corkscrew hair into my eyes. An orangish blob of person stands in front of me. The height of said blob was just taller than the Potters'.
So REALLLLLY short!
Hey!
Kid we were all short, excepting Bruce of course, don't take offense.
A familularly drink slurred vioce testily glares above my head (faaaar above) and states, "I don't want to buy w'ateva i' is you're…" I can feel her gaze finally drift down to me as she looks me over. "Oh. W'at do ya w'nt kid?"
I shift my weight trying to appear nervous. I pull a Quirrel and begin to stutter pathetically, "Co-could I t-t-talk to J-James? M-Mrs. Anderson s-said he was old enough t-to p-p-play with me."
"James!" she barks, the words going into the house. A small grey blur pops it's head around a wall.
"Yes mother?" it responds politely.
*I wish to see please*
A small sandy blonde boy has his head popped around a short woman. Her mid length dark brown hair was a frizzy tangled mess in a cotton candy consistency tied back in a spotted pink hairband. Thin lips frown at the boy and nudge (shove) him out of the door frame.
Reminds me of Petunia. Harriet growls.A really short Petunia.
"This young lady wants to play with you. It's two right now come back at six ish."
And with that the door slammed in our impressionable faces. A strong breeze blows his longish hair into dark eyes. The hair is choppy like he had to cut it himself.
Probably had to, with the way his parents are.
ent, singular not plural.
In any case for a five year old he did pretty well.
Mori-James looks at me boredly, his near black eyes seem to bore straight through me. It's not until I pull away from sight for… my colors, that I see the curiosity and excitement pouring off him in waves of blue and silver light.
"What do you wanna play?" he asks slowly not at all like the crazed man I knew. My eyes widen when I realize that none of my lives had I ever gotten to play as a young child. Really only Brucey and that was closer to eight. And even he only played with Rachel. The Potters weren't allowed friends till Hogwarts and Malfoy blew it even there for Harriet. Tony was always more interested in designing JARVIS than socializing with human beings. Grey travelled to much as an army brat (as Tony so lovingly called him) to make any long lasting relationships. He wasn't even very good at talking to people normally. And if I wanted even a small chance of living into my thirties any relationship needed to last. Alice was homeschooled and John was very shy until the army. We had noooo idea what we were going to do with this kid.
I started rambling out games that we had heard other kids talking (taunting) about, "Tag, catch, 20 Questions, darts, Hide 'n go Seek," Tony's on a roll now, "Cards, hopscotch, chess, um, Checkers!?"
James' aura is back to the strange grey color.
No one else has that color. No one has grey.
He sounds amused at my antics and teases me, "You don't play very often do you?"
This time the blush that I feel on Alice's cherub cheeks is completely sincere. "You'd be the first. Was it really that obvious?"
He nods and any of the bored persona is abandoned for a childish laugh. Every action the boy- James makes only serves to cause me more confusion. He acts just enough similar to the Moriarty John knows/knew that it's hard to differentiate between the two. Their mannerisms are the same as is the way he moves his hands while talking. Even in childrens' rags he has a way of walking that is distinctly… off.
I sigh, slumping dejectedly, "What do you want to play?"
"Truth or Dare?" was the innocent reply.
Hm well, we're gonna die.
We can always kill him.
Brucey, did you join the darkside?
We'll discuss this later. He growls.
"Sure!" I say excitedly, even with Bruce's downer moment I'm still stoked to meet a maybe friend. My first friend.
"Truth or dare?" he asks while walking away down the street. I trot after him. His odd stretching bouncing step too long for even my 6 year old legs.
"Truth."
The Game Begins.
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