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"Little one."

"Yes, Master?" John wiped his eyes sleepily. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to over sleep." He said after a glance to the clock. It was nine o'clock…in the morning. John had slept for twenty-two hours, over slept was an understatement. His sky blue eyes met Sherlock's ocean greyish blue.

"I expected you to sleep. The bond took its toll on you, but it has been nearly a day now. I need to go into the village, you will stay here and rest." Sherlock said as he swung a cloak around his shoulders.

"What? No! I'm coming too!" John stumbled out of bed and quickly gathered up his clothes. Sherlock must have pulled off his tunic and boots in the middle of the night. He pulled on his shirt, only to find his head was sticking out his sleeve.

"Padawan, I did not wake you up to come with." Sherlock said decisively. "I am meeting with a very dangerous man, you will stay here."

"Why could I go yesterday?" The padawan asked smartly. He had righted his shirt and was yanking his boots on. He felt a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Yesterday you were well rested, today you are disobedient." Sherlock said sternly, looking into the child's eyes. "I cannot take a young learner unarmed today, John. Especially one who will not obey me." Sherlock turned towards the door.

"I will though, Master! Please! I can hide my saber, I don't have to be unarmed!"

"Little one, I will not give you saber because you would be too eager to use it. At the first sense of danger you would have it out." Sherlock was opening the front door. He was curious to see his padawan's reaction. John was staring at him blankly, the bond between the two told Sherlock John was unbelievably confused. Torn between obedience and being with his master, John sat back down his bed miserably.

Sherlock's thin hand ghosted over the door's control panel, the boy was obeying him. Sherlock couldn't believe it, at John's age he would have simply snuck out. He turned his attention to where the young boy's cloak hung. He ran his thumb over the course material, he let the shields in his mind drop so John could sense Sherlock's acceptance of his company.

John looked at him unsure if he had felt correctly. Sherlock said nothing, the little one had to learn to feel and believe. There was too much doubt in his head. Perhaps he'd begin teaching John the art of suggestions. Just to make sure the meaning was caught Sherlock left the door open for his padawan to dart out of.

"I'm gonna drive!" His apprentice rushed pass him.

"You are pushing your luck, little one!" Sherlock felt a rush of joy across the shared bond. He caught his apprentice by the top of his pack. John squirmed viciously and tried to bite Sherlock several times. Their new bond was a lit with laughter.

"Master!" The child giggled.

"You have much to learn." Sherlock smirked. "Like saying please for example."

"May I drive, Master? Please." The word was stretched out in a teasing way. Sherlock shook his impudent padawan. John tried to sink his teeth into Sherlock's hand.

"Did you bring your lessons to study, wretched one?" Sherlock asked amused.

"Of course I did." The little boy pointed towards his pack. "I am not stupid Master."

"Yes, well, that remains to be seen. Doesn't it?" Sherlock harassed the child. The boy humphed. Sherlock chuckled. "Yes, John. You can drive, if you study while I visit with the Dark One."

"The Dark One." John breathed.

"Yes. I expect complete obedience from you, young one."

Young one, not little one. Sherlock was serious.

"I will, Master. I promise." John's eyes were wide. Sherlock ruffled his hair as he was set down. The feeling of affection crept into his chest. Affection was not something Jedi were supposed to feel, as his brother always said, caring was not an advantage. But as the tiny boy crawled into his lap he could no longer disguise his happiness with the child.

He scowled.

Emotions were, pointless, reckless, boring.

John beamed up at him. "I will pay more attention to the force this time, Master. I will not crash."

"One miracle at a time, little one." Sherlock said quietly.

He allowed himself to mediate with the small boy driving.

Dangerous?

Perhaps.

He focused on the emotional responses he had with his new apprentice. Happiness? Why was he happy? The boy was often times unaware and an impossible nuisance. He could walk into a room and immediately forget why he was had gone there. A boy at one with Force would forget his head if it wasn't attached to his shoulders. Yet every time those large sky blue eyes looked at him, his hard heart softened. He hated it.

Didn't he?

Affection. Affection was not a bad thing, but it was, in all technicality, forbidden. But how could the Jedi council put a child in the lap of a parental figure and expect neither party to feel tenderness. Sherlock scowled at the thought of sentiment, but it was undeniably there. He would have to learn to hide, it wouldn't be a problem.

Guilt. John had a nasty way of making his master feel guilty after scolding the boy. Guilt was something he could bury for a time, but it was not pleasant. How could he teach the boy without a scolding every now and then?

"Master?" John's voice broke into his chain of thoughts. He glanced down at his padawan, who was grinning like a manic. "I didn't crash, just like I said I wouldn't." The boy said shyly.

"It seems you have performed your miracle, padawan. Well done."

John responded by wagging his tongue at the older man. Sherlock pulled the young one's hood over his eyes. "Brat."

"Yes, Master." The boy giggled.

Affection.

Affection was a good odd feeling.

Sometimes.

"Come." He plopped the boy on the side of the speeder none to gently. John was looking around nervously, almost as if he could sense the Dark One's presence. Sherlock exited the speeder and ran a hand through the boy's bright blond hair. "Tell me, John, which speeder is the Dark One's?"

"That one." The boy said easily, pointing to a dark blue speeder next to the restaurant. Sherlock cocked an eyebrow. Simply stating which one was not good enough, John had to explain. "Because it's not completely covered in sand, it's clean."

"You assume the Dark One isn't from around here." Sherlock said entertained. He continued to card his hand through the boy's hair. John leaned into his touch gratefully.

"Mmhmm, you wouldn't ask me if there was no difference, Master." John replied smartly.

Sherlock felt an odd twinge in his chest.

Pride?

He said nothing, only pulled the boy against his side. John smiled a little as Sherlock reached out to him through their shared bond. Sherlock allowed him to see the pride in his mind because physically he could not say it.

Would not say it.

John sent his nervousness to be soothed across their bond, Sherlock responding with the dignity of a Jedi Knight and noogied the little boy. John wrestled under his grip, his master chuckled. They tussled, until John surrendered unhappily. The boy began preparing himself for round two.

"We are going in now, John." He said quickly. The boy nodded nervously. "You swore to obey me, remember that."

"Yes, Master." John said seriously.

"Remember in there it's just Sherlock." Sherlock started steering the boy towards the door. John's heart was in his throat, he wished Sherlock would have allowed him to keep his saber. The door to the restaurant opened and for a second John closed his eyes. The padawan forced himself to breathe deeply as his master had instructed. He could sense a great power, maybe an even greater power than Sherlock's. Although it was hard to tell because Sherlock usually hid his power. He opened his eyes.

Mycroft.

The Dark One was Mycroft?

"Master?" John temporally forgot he was supposed to refer to his master as Sherlock.

"Do not underestimate him, little one. He's an expert at humiliating fellow Jedi…and eating, he's an expert at eating." Sherlock whispered, disappointment flashed across his mind's eye. He smiled. "Were you hoping for a Sith, my little apprentice?"

"Yes." John said bluntly.

"Patience, little one. You are too ambitious, I would only allow you to come face to face with a Sith if no longer wanted you to breathe." Sherlock watched angry blue eyes look up at him. "You are only eight, John."

The boy scowled. "Age means nothing, sir. You yourself said…"

"I said your size did not matter when you are clever and since you are trying to mince words with your master you have not reached the level of clever."

"I wasn't trying to mince words." The boy grumbled sorely. "I would not dare try to mince words with the man who forgets nothing but his padawan for three hours."

"Shush, you speak from anger and disappoint." Sherlock once again tugged the boy's hood over his eyes. "Think wisely before you speak ill of the man who is paying for your breakfast, little one."

"Yes, Master, you are right. I speak solely out of disappoint from your horrible lies, may I have muja nectar with breakfast?" John was becoming far too comfortable with his master, which caused him to become snippy. Even still Sherlock could not help but smile at his padawan's wit.

Mycroft was strolling over to the pair gracefully. He nodded professionally at Sherlock and smiled at John. "Hello, youngling."

Sherlock was proud of how well John hid his dislike of the word "youngling" and smiled politely back. "Hello, sir."

"Mycroft do be careful what you say. John and I are under cover after all." Sherlock hissed as steered the boy to a table. John probed Sherlock's mental shields carefully, Sherlock eventually let the boy peek at as his dislike of the older man.

"Is he really your brother, sir?" John whispered to Sherlock. How could someone dislike their own sibling?

"Work on your lessons, John." Sherlock said with contained anger.

The boy pulled out his data-tablet grudgingly. He glanced up at the angry master and huffed nosily. He collected his drink as the waitress placed it in front of him with a small "thank you".

"Yes, dear child. Sherlock and I share a mother and father." Mycroft sipped his drink coolly. John noted the anger that sprang across his bond with Sherlock. He pulled his nectar glass closer to him.

"We were born seven years apart and did not learn of each other until I was eighteen. That hardly counts as brothers, Mycroft." Sherlock said softly.

"Resentful as ever I see." Mycroft said smoothly.

"By the Force… You know I am not." Sherlock's response was gruff, John tapped his fingers on his master's knee absent mindedly. When he was very small it was how his mother calmed him. Sherlock did not still him. Mycroft sneered.

"Did Sherlock inform you why I came here today, young one?" His eyes were still directed at Sherlock, John felt the force flowing towards each brother as if trying to decide which one was alpha.

Mycroft was winning.

"No, sir. It was…just a pleasant surprise, sir." His gently taps become a fist, which Sherlock barely caught in time. There was a quick chuckle that flashed across the bond. John smiled into his lessons.

Mycroft's eye narrowed. "Have the two of you forged a bond, Sherlock?"

"He is my padawan, brother." It was Sherlock's turn to sip his drink coolly. Under the table both master and padawan were trying to playfully Charlie horse the other. John's tiny fist slipped pass Sherlock's master defense. To John's dismay he didn't even flinch.

"The council expressed their desire for you to wait." Mycroft's voice was growing cold.

"Their desire, not their order. I would have obeyed had it been forbidden." Sherlock said easily while kicking his boot gently against John's leg. The padawan squirmed and kicked back.

"This isn't a game, Sherlock. He is too young for the stress of the bond. This a great mark down on your evaluation."

"Evaluation?" John squeaked.

"Mark down? I hardly think that is necessary, I did not break any rules."

Mycroft took several deep breaths to calm his anger. "You are going down the road of your master I see." Sherlock's anger broke through his normally emotionless face, Mycroft cut off his retort. "Well then John, tell me what it's like to live with Sherlock, hellish I imagine."

John looked up at his master nervously. Sherlock was not nearly as bad as Mycroft was making him out to be. He felt a defensive lump in his throat, his master gently thumped his knee. He heard the familiar baritone voice in his head.

Don't try to fight my battles for me, little one.

Yes, Master.

"He's fine." John tried to keep the coldness out of his voice. "He can't cook, but that is the only fault I can find in my master."

"Little one." Sherlock warned. "Do not lie when you are being tested."

"Jedi do not lie, Master. The do forgot to mention there is an important test though." John mumbled softly. His master's lips twitched. "I enjoy his lessons, sir. I have learned much, and I have much to learn." He looked at his master for approval and received an affectionate tap on the knee. He beamed up at the older man.

"Do you feel safe with him?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is he ever rude to you?"

"Every chance he gets, sir."

That earned a smirk from Mycroft and a small wack from Sherlock.

"Has he told you about his master?"

"No, sir. It is not my place to question him either, sir."

"Do you ever wonder about it, young one?"

John looked to Sherlock. His master's lips formed a tight line, he seemed to barely reign in his anger. Of course John wondered. Sherlock never spoke of his master, John didn't even know the name of his master's master. He frowned, would Sherlock hate him for asking for the name?

"Yes, sir." John said softly.

Master, can I ask his name?

Only the name, nothing more, padawan.

Why?

John.

Sorry.

Liar.

"What was his name, sir?" John asked aloud.

"His name was Gregory Lestrade. He was a very patient man, he took on your master when others wanted nothing to do with him."

"Mycroft." Sherlock said with quiet rage. John openly flinched. He would have taken Sherlock's loud raging rants over his silent fury any day. The force began to shift in favor of the younger Holmes. "Are we done here, brother?" The words were harsh and bitter.

Very un-Jedi like.

"No amount of your "suggestions" will make me leave yet my brother. I will need to observe the boy's training schedule." Mycroft rose easily.

"How appropriate, seeing as you interrupted it." Sherlock stood swiftly, urging John out. The boy tried swallowed his nectar quickly and pack his lessons at the same time. He grabbed his master's sleeve in a silent plead to wait. Sherlock picked the boy up by his arm pits and laid extra money down for the glass. John clung to his cup as he was carried out.

"Thank you." He said with soft politeness of a child.

"I will see you back at your home, dear brother. Try not to make me wait." The arrogant master walked gracefully out of the restaurant and stepped into a dark blue speeder. Sherlock scowled after him until he felt a gentle pull on his ear.

"Told you it was the dark blue one." His padawan piped up.

"Humility is not your most prominent quality, is it?" He chided the boy.

"I am learning from you, Master." The boy said poked his master in the chest.

Sherlock snorted. "Little one."

The boy giggled. "Sorry, Master."

The familiar hood tugging over the small boy's eyes followed by a deep chuckle and a quiet, "Insolent child."

"Yes, Master."