A/N: Guys, I'm seriously depressed by the lack of reviews. Please, someone new review? And my regulars, keep reviewing! I'm so sorry for the wait! Anyways, good news! We meet John next chapter! So here we go... Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I don't own Sherlock. It is very sad... but you don't want me to blab on and on, you want a new chapter!
The reunion continued, but with one difference; Mycroft had left early, and Sherlock was busy picking locks in the mansion elsewhere, or at least trying to. Sherlock's thought was that it could be a useful skill one day, so he might as well develop it. Besides, it kept his mind off of recent events, which were stored neatly in a room labeled "Dave". Sherlock had decided that every person in his family should have their own room, that way he wouldn't get them confused later when he accessed them again. For instance, his mother, Emma, had her own special room that was rather grand, very old-fashioned and plush. Mycroft, on the other hand, had a dusty room which was well furnished but ragged. And Dave, well. Dave had a room about normal, just a regular room which could belong in a regular house, with a regular owner who had a regular life. Which, in reality, was nothing like Dave's life at all. He was a bigwig of Tesco, the store. He made lots of money. Emma, or Mother, as Sherlock was starting to think of her, was a secretary to one of the big people of the Royal Bank of Scotland. She also made a lot of money. As a result, Sherlock was attending a rather expensive primary school, the first day of which was in just a week.
A/N: Sorry, I know it's super short, but I wanted to update before my soccer practice (football, I know, but I'm American!) My British-ness is getting better, had you noticed? Thanks to librarianmum's Brit-picker's Guide to Writing Sherlock. Again, sorry for the wait. We meet John next chapter, though! I hope that makes up for it.