Chapter Three

It was Christmas morning in the Watson household and and John was very excited. He ran downstairs to check whether 'Santa' had come and as expected there were two large piles of presents and a smaller one - probably for his mum - under the tree. He was becoming restless but because his mother and sister weren't yet awake he had to wait. He ran in to his mums room first too see if she was awake, she wasn't but when John tapped her forehead she woke up.

"John, it's only half six, please go back to sleep." she begged.

"But Mum Santa has been and he has left presents."

"Yes Johnny I know."

"How do you know, have you met Santa?" he questioned her.

"No but I did hear the bells at night, did you not hear them?" she asked, then laughed.

"No!" John screeched.

"Okay, well jump in to my bed and go to sleep will you, I promise I will wake you up at half seven."

"Okay Mum." and he snuggled in next to her.

It was seven thirty and as promised Sarah Watson woke John up. He ran in to Harriet's room and and jumped in her bed.

"Harry! Wake up Santa has been!" she groaned and got up. She hauled John up on to her back and gave him a piggy back down the stairs - though he was quite heavy. When they got to the front room, she threw John on to the couch and started tickling him.

"Now guys," said his mum, "Breakfast first."

"Okay, jam on toast please." John said.

"Just cereal Mum." answered Harriet.

Ten minutes later John and Harriet had finished their breakfast and Sarah was snuggled up on the couch with a mug of tea watching them open their presents. John got a k-nex set lots of action figures and a playstation. Harriet got hair dye, clothes and an iPod.

"John come through in to the dining hall with me."

He followed her obediently and when he got in to the dining hall he saw a shiny blue and black bike. He ran over to it and climbed on to it with the help of his Mum.

"Okay, we can go out later on it, there is a new family down the road and I want to say hi."

It was nine o'clock in the morning. Sherlock had just woken up and was waiting quietly for his brother to wake up. It was Christmas morning and Sherlock was in a new house.

"Boys, wake up. Santa has been." said Fraser. Sherlock was clever and he hadn't believed in 'Santa' for at least two years, his mother knew, but his father didn't.

"Dad, I know Santa isn't real." he said to his father.

"What? Of course he is real." he said quickly.

"Father, don't lie, he knows that Mum puts them out every year, but you would know that if you bothered to come home at Christmas." he said bitterly.

"Mycroft, come on, its Christmas please don't do this, if not for me, then for Sherlock"

Sherlock looked up at Mycroft. "Okay, but not for you."

"Thank you. Now are you coming through to open presents?"

"Yeah!" Sherlock shouted and he jumped out of the bed.

Mycroft laughed and grabbed Sherlock from behind and carried him downstairs. They went through a set of large doors and in to a very bright room that had a Christmas tree in it. Next to the tree was a large heap of presents.

"Your ones, Mycroft, are in the black paper and the blue ones are yours Sherlock."

Sherlock sat on the carpet and opened up the presents, there were lots of books and a Lego toy set and next to them was a larger box that held in it a bike. A shiny black bike, with silver stabilizers. "Wow." he said quietly. I will have so much fun learning to ride this with Jim he thought. Then he remembered that he was in London and Jim was in Edinburgh he was really guilty now. "Thank you Mum and Dad." he said enthusiastically.

At that moment the bell rang. "Hmm that must be neighbours." And as Sherlock was admiring his new bike he heard someone at the door.

"Hello, I'm Sarah Watson, I live a couple of doors down, this is my son John." she said.

"Hello." said a small voice that must have been the boy.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Annie Holmes." she said as she walked in through the living room door. "Sherlock, this is John, you and him will be going to the same school."

John walked up to him excitedly and put out his hand "Hello."

"Hello." he answered back.

"Do you want to be friends?" asked John.

"Jim was my friend and I left him without saying anything." he said.

"Oh, okay." John looked at Sherlock and smiled.

"John, we better get going, David and Molly will be around in a little bit."

"Okay. Bye Sherlock." said John.

"Goodbye." he quickly answered.

"I am planning on having a new years party and I thought you might like to come. It will give you a good chance to get acquainted with the other neighbours."

"That would be very nice Sarah."

John's mother and Molly's father had been going out together for a couple of months now and because neither of them had any other family Sarah had invited them over for Christmas dinner. When they arrived John had been making snowmen in the back garden and when he saw Molly come out he made a snowball and lobbed it across the garden towards Molly. She screeched and ran back inside. John went back to making snowmen when suddenly from behind he heard a giggling and a hard cold mass of snow crumbled on his head and the water ran down his neck. He screeched and chased after Molly grabbing handfuls of snow as he went and lobbed them over to her.

"Molly, you know there is a new guy coming to school." he shouted.

"Really. Have you met him?" she questioned.

"Yeah, Mum took me down." he said, "He seems nice."

"Kids!" they heard a shout from the kitchen. "Turkey is ready." they ran in.

It was New Years Eve at 10pm. John was allowed to stay up until midnight and he wanted to see if the new boy would come round. He waited and hour and the bell rang. A swarm of people rushed in to the room, including Sherlock and his mother.

John jumped up and grabbed Molly's arm, "Hello Sherlock, this is Molly."

"Hello." he said slowly.

"Do you want to come upstairs with us and play?"

Sherlock looked up at his mother. "Go on Sherlock I will come up when I am about to leave."

"Okay."

John rushed up the stairs and waited for Molly and Sherlock at the top. "Hurry up."

"Calm down John, he doesn't know this house, I'm here every other day."

"Okay okay."

As soon as they got in to Johns room he pulled the quilt on to the ground and indicated for them to sit on it.

He jumped on to a box and started rummaging around on top of the wardrobe. He pulled down a box of Lego and they started building houses. It was late and they finally fell asleep at quarter to twelve. Sherlock woke up when he heard his mother talking to Johns mother outside and he got up and they left. Sherlock really liked John and Molly and he hoped that they would be able to be friends at school.

A/N: And finally I am getting my act together. I will finish this, and I will be satisfied with it. So I hope that, if you read this, you enjoy it.