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14. May 2011, Sherlocks Evil Plan
Two weeks after the first infection
"Sherlock?"
"Yes, Oliver?" Sherlock was reading a book and Oliver was drawing into a Notebook, he got from Lestrade. They were sitting in their hiding place, the engine room, and enjoying each others company mostly in silence.
"How come, that people think, you are strange?" Sherlock was startled of his question and looked up from his book.
"Because I am not like them and they are scared of things, that aren´t similiar to them."
"So I am strange too? I heard the other talk about me being strange.", Oliver tilted his head to the side to look at him quizzically.
"Who said that?", asked Sherlock furiously. Oliver jumped away, he was scared and thought he had done something wrong. The young man bit on his lip and realized his error.
"I am sorry... It´s just, that people shouldn´t say that you are strange, that´s just wrong." He gently moved closer, till he sat right next to the boy.
"What did they say about you?"
"They said, that the other kids shouldn´t play with me, because I have these scars and my hair has a strange colour and that´s why I am strange." Sherlock was mad, those foolish people! Didn´t they see, what they did to a boy like Oliver? The young man moved closer, so he could hug Oliver close with one arm.
"The scars and the hair are a piece of you, that´s what makes you you. It´s the same with my deductions and my big knowledge, people say I am strange, but without it, I wouldn´t be the same person. Other people sometimes can´t accept that and they do mean things, but you have to always remember: There is nobody in this world like you. You are special." Oliver hugged Sherlock tightly and the young man had to actually smile.
"Will you show me, what you draw?", asked Sherlock after some time. The boy nodded and grabbed his notebook to show him his drawings.
"Wow! They are good!"
"Really?"
"Yes! What´s the last one you draw?" Oliver flipped through the pages and showed Sherlock a drawing with three people and a black cat.
"That´s you, Sherlock.", he pointed to a tall person, with curly black hair and icy blue eyes, clearly Sherlock.
"That is John.", the exsoldier with his blond hair was standing right next to Sherlock and they were actually holding hands!
"And that is me and our cat." The boy was showing him his small double, sitting on the ground and touching a black cat.
"A cat?" Sherlock still wasn´t over the thing with John and him holding hands in the picture.
"Yes, I want a cat, when we are in Greenland."
"Why a cat? They don´t depend on people and sometimes scratch."
"But they are fluffy!", replied Oliver stubborn and snatched the notebook out of Sherlocks hands.
"Oh, okay. And why are John and I holding hands?", Sherlock finally asked.
"That´s because you two are clearly in love." The colour of Sherlocks face changed to crimson and he despretly tried to change the subject.
"Yeah okay, and where is Murphy? I haven´t seen him all day." Oliver looked away and his foot was suddenly really interesting.
"The other kids... they took him away from me..."
"What?" The boy fidgeted away from the young man, again.
"Don´t be mad with me, please, I tried to get him back, but..." In a fluent move Sherlock was standing in front of Oliver and holding out his hand to help him up.
"Nobody takes Murphy from us. Only Beverly is allowed to do that. Who took him?"
"R- Ronald and Kevin." Sherlock frowned. He knew the boys, they weren´t pretty intelligent, but they liked to boss other kids around, probably because of their stupid names.
"Let´s get him back. I don´t want to leave Murphy in their hands for too long."
"But how?" Oliver grabbed his hand and the young man pulled him up. The boy put his notebook away in a little bag he always had with him. In there was everything, which was important to him his pencils, his notebook and his own file from the labratory.
"I already have a plan. But we will need Johns help.", an evil smirk appeared on Sherlocks face. The hurried through the corridors into Johns office.
Several Minutes Later
"No, Sherlock, I won´t do that! They are kids!" Sherlock pouted and stepped behind Oliver.
"They have to learn their lesson!"
"I understand that, Sherlock, but it´s just not right.", replied John and felt like the only adult in the room.
"Please?" Sherlock looked up, as much as he could look up to the doctor, to John and batted his eyeslashes.
"Oh no! Not that look, Sherlock, I won´t do it!" Sherlock grabbed Oliver and moved him forward. His big green eyes seemed bigger and his lip twitched as if he was about to cry.
"Okay, okay, I will do it! Just stop him from doing the puppy - dog look!"
"See, I told you, with that look you can make people do everything for you. With that look I even once got an adult to jump from a building." These two... What?
"Sherlock!"
"Oh, nothing happened to him. Mycroft made sure of that." The young man smiled and clapped into his hands, "But enough of that! Let´s get Murphy back!"
Nobody of them knew where the skull was hidden, so they first had to observe the two boys. So Sherlock followed them around the zeppelin, till he located the skull in a unoccupied cabin at the far end of a corridor. There in a big wardrobe was Murphy, but Sherlock didn´t just take the skull, he wanted the kids to regret taking his friend and they would.
"Okay, onto the next stage, my evil minions!", Sherlock announced and they moved out to get back at the kidnappers. John seeked out the parents of Ronald and Kevin and asked them to help him move some medical supplies, which they had moved to the back of the cabin section near the cabin of the boys.
Beforehand Sherlock and Oliver had made sure, that the boys were in their hiding place. The young man and the white haired kid were waiting in another cabin to wait for Johns arrival.
"When they arrive, you now what to do, Oliver.", Sherlock whispered to his small friend with a smug smile and the boy nodded happily. They had to wait about ten minutes, till they finally heard John making smalltalk with the parents.
"Sherlock is a really good teacher and he enjoys to teach the kids so much!" There was some kind of murmered answer from one of the parents. They moved into a cabin next to the hideout of the boys and John left the door open.
"Move, Oliver." The boy nodded and walked over to knock on the door to the hideout. One of the boys a redhead opened the door and glared at Oliver.
"What do you want, crazy?" Crazy? What a lame way to greet someone you don´t like.
"I want Murphy back!", Oliver replied and moved forward to get into the room.
"You won´t get your damn skull back, idiot." Sherlock had to actually stiffle a laugh at that.
"I want him back!", Oliver shouted, he balled his hands to fists and his green eyes glowered in anger.
"No!" Another boy came into few, he had black hair and looked like he had eaten a bit too much.
"Kevin, what´s the matter?" So that was Ronald, huh?
"He wants the skull of doom back." Ronald glared at Oliver and moved forward.
"He is mine and Kevins now. So piss off!", the blackhaired boy snarled.
"No, I want Murphy back now! He is not yours!" Kevins fist connected with Olivers jaw and the small immune stumbled back.
"Kevin Raimund Miller! How can you!", suddenly Kevins mother shouted and stepped into the corridor.
"Mama? What are you doing here?"
"We were helping out the doctor and heared you shouting. Ronald, how can you take such mean words in your sweet mouth?", asked another mother asked, she looked like the female counterpart of her son. The two boys were shocked and Sherlock came into view.
"John, did you see my skull? I can´t find it and Beverley told me, that you were back here." The eyes of the kids got bigger and bigger. Sherlock was their teacher, yes, but he was really intimidating if he wanted and the kids respected him.
"No, Sherlock, but maybe Ronald and Kevin can help you out with that problem?" Everybody looked at the two boys and they finally broke under the pressure.
"Okay, okay, we have the stupid skull. He is in the cabin in the wardrobe." The little criminals thought with giving the Murphy back, that they would be forgiven and the scolding would be over.
Wrong.
"Is the skull okay?", asked Ronalds father and was really worried, probably because Mycroft could make his life miserable without problems.
"Yeah, I think he is as alright, as a skull of a dead person can be.", replied Sherlock and now it were Oliver and John, who had to stiffle their laughs.
"I think, we should get back. Supper is probably already being served.", John announced and actually smiled, when the parents stopped the young culprits from walking to the big lounge.
"Could you please go without us? We want to have a word with them first.", said Kevins father with a glare in Kevins direction. The other parents nodded in agreement and so Sherlock, Oliver and John went to get supper, while Ronald and Kevin got two weeks of voluntary workers to clean the zeppelin up.
Sherlock smirked smugly and rubbed his hands.
"They will never touch Murphy ever again." John watched Sherlock closely.
"Please, Sherlock, don´t ever turn evil."
"Kay."