Chapter 2
What am I going to tell Jim tomorrow? That was what Sherlock was asking himself the night before and he didn't know. Sherlck and Jim had become quite good friends over the past few months and Sherlocks' only worry about moving school was Jim – he hadn't made much of an effort to become friends with anyone else.
"Hi Jim." he said.
"Hello, how are you?" asked Jim.
"I am okay." he answered. Okay, I need to tell him. "Jim I have something to tell you."
"Yeah Sherlock what is it?"
"Um." he couldn't tell him, "Do you want a Christmas present this year?"
"Was that all? No you don't need to get me anything." he said and smiled. "Do you want to play tig?"
"Yeah, okay." he said.
"Okay then. Your it!" he shouted and whacked Sherlock on the arm.
Sherlock jogged over to a girl in his class called Mary and he tapped her shoulder. "Haha your it."
She huffed and ran after Jim.
That night when Sherlock was brushing his teeth he thought about Jim. He thought how sad he would be when he left and he planned again how he was going to tell him about moving to London. I will tell him tomorrow he thought.
He tried again and again he couldn't instead when he was about to he got scared and gave Jim half of his chocolate buttons instead. The next day he tried and the next, but he soon gave up and suddenly it was the last day of school before the holidays.
He struggled through the snow to Jim in his Wellington boots at break and hugged him, "I will miss you." he said and sniffed.
"Calm down, it isn't that long. Have you asked for much for Christmas?"
"Yes, I asked for a bike."
"Same! We can learn to ride it together." Jim was very excited and Sherlock felt really very guilty.
"That would be fun."
It was moving day for Sherlock and he picked up his travel suitcase that had all his books and toys in it. All the furniture his mother planned to keep was already down at the house in London, as was Annie Holmes - their mother - so Mycroft and Sherlock had been staying with a neighbour who was taking them to Edinburgh airport on Christmas eve. Sherlock was upset to be leaving Edinburgh – however much he hated his school he loved Scotland's capital - and leaving without telling Jim so when they reached the airport he was in tears.
"Sherlock calm down." Mycroft said, "We are moving house, a new start for all of us. Maybe I could make some friends and you will make a bunch of new friends, I am sure of it." he hugged Sherlock and got out of the car.
"Mycroft, will you be alright taking Sherlock in by yourself, I'm not sure I will be able to get a parking spot?" asked Mrs McDonald.
"Yes we will." he answered, "Thank you so much for letting us stay with you over the past few days, we will miss you and your incredible baking."
"Oh that is quite alright Mycroft, I will miss you too, I have packed you a box of shortbread for the flight." she said and quickly got out the car. "Sherlock, now you be a good boy for Mycroft and good luck at school."She hugged them both and waved goodbye as they walked towards the check-in desk.
Mycroft handed over the tickets to a young smiling woman, "That all seems to be in order, now you have a good time now."
"Thank you." he said. He grabbed Sherlock's hand and walked towards the waiting room.
"Will Dad be coming back home when we get to London?" Sherlock asked.
"I think so, but he will still be away a lot." Mycroft explained. Their father was a politician, he was in London a lot and he was away on business for the majority of the year so Mycroft and Sherlock didn't see him that often, though there was the odd postcard from somewhere in Italy or France and once even Brazil and sometimes when the were really lucky a phone call on a birthday or Christmas. That was when Mycroft's phone started playing The Thieving Magpie – his ringtone - he picked it up, "Its father," he said, confused, "Why would he be calling?" he clicked the answer button and held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello father. What can I do you for?"
"I was just phoning to let you know I am picking you up, I want to surprise your mother."
"But we were just going to get a taxi." he argued, it was obvious that Mycroft didn't want his father to take them to the house because they didn't get on well.
"Yes son, I know but I want to surprise her." he said "Is Sherlock there? I want to talk to him quickly."
"Yes father." he said and handed the phone to Sherlock.
"Hello?" Sherlock said hesitantly.
"Hello little man."
"Dad!" Sherlock almost shouted and the few people in the waiting room all stared at him. "You do know I am nearly ten though."
"Yes I do know Sherlock, and yes it is me. How are you?"
"I'm very happy." he said
"That's good, are you looking forward to moving to London?"
"Not really."
"And why is that?"
"I haven't told Jim I was moving." he said and again he felt very guilty.
"Is Jim your friend?"
"Yes, he is."
"Well I am sure he will understand, I will see you in a few hours. Bye."
"Bye Dad." and he gave the phone back to Mycroft.
"Father, you do know you shouldn't patronise him. He is very mature for his age. And if you were around more you would actually know that." Mycroft told his father.
"Yes Mycroft, I do know I should be around a lot more, I am really sorry but please don't make me fell bad about it."
"Well I am sorry father but I can't let you off with it." and he hung up the phone. "Well nice to know that he will be here for Christmas for once."
"Yes I know." Sherlock didn't heard the sarcasm in Mycroft's voice, he was genuinely happy to see his father, he hadn't seen him in a month.
The call for the nine o'clock flight to London sounded and Mycroft grabbed his and Sherlock's bags. Mycroft lead Sherlock through the tunnel towards the plane. When they got there they took their seats and Sherlock tried to get to sleep but he felt very guilty about leaving Jim. Jim didn't seem to have made any friends apart from Sherlock and he was worried about him. Sherlock slowly drifted off to sleep and dreamt of seeing his father again, suddenly though he saw Jim, he looked upset and he was trying to get through a glass door to Sherlock, Sherlock tried to help him but he couldn't get the door open. Sherlock felt a tug on his arm and he heard Mycroft calling his name. He suddenly jerked awake. They had arrived in London, it was night time and it was snowing. Mycroft stood up and got Sherlock's travel case, he swung his rucksack over his back and grabbed his hand.
"How was your sleep Sherlock?" he asked.
"Not good." answered Sherlock, "I had a nightmare about Jim."
"Oh well you can sleep in my bed tonight because a new house won't make you feel any better." he said. Sherlock and Mycroft had grown very close due to their parents being away a lot of the time, so they really only had each other, and Mycroft really only cared about Sherlock. Mycroft took Sherlock through the busy airport and out in to the cold London air, it was freezing and Sherlock didn't have a scarf. They saw a sleek black car and a tall man standing outside it to welcome them to London. Sherlock dropped Mycroft's hand and ran forward in to the man's arms.
"Dad!" he shouted as he hugged the man tightly.
"Hiya Sherlock."
"Father." Mycroft said and he stuck his hand out so his Dad could shake it.
"Hello son."
The drive to the new house passed by quickly and when they arrived Sherlock looked up to a very large house and he saw his mother walking towards them.
"How was the plane journey boys?" she asked.
"It was alright mother, though Sherlock had a nightmare, I told him he could sleep in with me tonight." Mycroft told her.
"Okay then."
Mycroft got the bags out the car and lead Sherlock up the drive way towards the large front door. The front car door opened and their Father stepped out the car.
"Fraser! I didn't know you were coming." she said and she gave him a hug.
"Oh Annie. How are you?"
"I am all the better from seeing you." she said and Mycroft smirked.
"Mother where should I take Sherlock he needs to sleep?"
"Up the stairs and to the left. It is the last room in the hall."
"Okay, good night." Mycroft carried Sherlock up stairs to the room and put him down on the bed to sleep.