A/N: I am SO sorry that I haven't updated! It have been much in school, aaand... I have found a new obsession... GLEE. So I haven't had time to write. And when I did... I didn't really do what I promised to do. But I tried to write a Christmas chapter, and I kept getting stuck. So here it is, an other chapter. Hope you like it. Thank you for all the comments, favourites and follows! :)

November 2001

It had been two weeks since that dinner now. Lestrade hadn't seen Sherlock since. Sherlock was avoiding him, he usually did when something happened, or if he got upset. He had never been good at showing his emotions, and share them with other people. He had tried to contact Sherlock. He had sent him texts, called him, even gone to his and Mycroft's flat.

Lestrade feared that it was more than that Alice had been a moron towards him. It wasn't like the first time that happened. But, Sherlock had said something that day. A secret, that he might never had trusted anyone with, if it wasn't for the fact that he was upset and angry. He had said that, he never had haven a father. Until... what? What was he about to say? Lestrade had an idea, what it might have been. But it surely couldn't be like that? Sherlock wasn't the type of person who would say something like that, was he?

Lestrade sat at his desk at the Yard, he was working on a really hard case. He really would need Sherlock's help on this one. But then again, Sherlock wasn't there. In fact Lestrade didn't even know where he was. He hoped that Sherlock was in school. But Sherlock rarely was, nowadays.

Lestrade understood though. The other kids hated him, mostly because of the fact that he knew their whole life story by one look. But it wasn't only that. Sherlock was that weird kid, rumours had it that he had been homeless his whole childhood, because not even his father could stand him. Which in one way was true, but they one saw it as an other confirmation of what they all thought, that he was a freak. The fact that he had A's or B's in all the school subjects, didn't make it better.

Once a month or so he would come to Lestrade's flat, with a broken nose, bruises all over his body, and once a broken wrist. That time, he had actually gone to hospital. But he still hadn't told Mycroft. He didn't even need to hide it from him. Mycroft was rarely home. When he was, Sherlock was elsewhere. Sometimes Lestrade had woken up in the morning by Alice's screaming. When he had rushed out of the bedroom to see had happened to her, he had found Sherlock. Sleeping in the couch.

Lestrade looked up as the door to his office opened. It was Sherlock.

"So you decided to show up?"He said as Sherlock sat down, taking a file from the desk.

They sat in silent for a while.

"Sherlock can I ask you a question?"He asked.

"I believe you just did Lestrade..."Sherlock answered, still reading."But you have my permission to ask an other."

So he asked Sherlock why, why did he despise Mycroft so much? It wasn't the usual hate/love kind of thing that usually was between siblings. No. Sherlock really didn't like Mycroft, at all. When they were younger, right before they disappeared for five years, he had talked to Sherlock. He had asked him what he wanted to become when he grew up. And the ten years old boy had looked at him, and said with a proud smile on his face; "I want to be like Mycroft." He had admired his big brother, more than anyone else. Now, he nearly hated him.

First Sherlock didn't answer him. He just kept sitting opposite, reading the case files. Lestrade wasn't even sure if he had heard him, until Sherlock looked up.

"He..."Sherlock started, but he didn't continue.

Lestrade looked up from the file he had been reading, and looked over at the boy. He barely could be called a boy any more. He was a young man now, in less than two months, he would be 18.

"He doesn't understand."Sherlock said.

"Doesn't understand what?"

"How it is in school! How...every day, I fear to go there... because I know how much they hate me. How I every day have to watch my steps and be on my guards, all the time. Because I know that if I do something wrong, anything wrong, they'll make it to something more to bully me about. If I get an A on a test, I am the teacher's pet. I have tried to make friends... I have. But- I'm always the idiot nobody likes. And I have tried to speak to Mycroft about it, but he is never home. I have called him, but he has never time to talk! Ever." Sherlock was almost screaming now, but he avoided looking Lestrade in the eyes."He doesn't understand! Mycroft has always been loved in school. He becomes friends with everybody. And I-."

Sherlock's voice broke, he looked away. But Lestrade could see tears, watering his eyes. They didn't stream down his cheeks, and if he hadn't been looking for it, he probably wouldn't have seen it, but they were there.

"You what?"He asked, grabbing Sherlock's arm as he made it to walk away."Hey... stop don't walk away from me... Tell me what's wrong."

Sherlock's answer were so quiet that Lestrade barely heard it.

"I-I just want a friend..." He whispered, for the first time looking at Lestrade."...Why do you even care?"

"Of course I care!" Lestrade replied surprised."You are my friend..."

"No... you're not..." Sherlock mumbled in response.

"Come again?" Surely he hadn't heard right.

"I don't have friends..."Sherlock hissed.

"No... you don't." He said, not caring about the roughness in Sherlock's voice."You have one... Me."

He smiled, but it faded at Sherlock's answer.

"You are not my friend."

He didn't even care to hide the hurt in his voice when he replied.

"Oh...okay then..."He said, standing up."Make sure you lock the door after you when you leave the office."

He was just leaving the room as Sherlock called him back.

"Lestrade wait!"He ignored the boy, and kept walking."Stop please!"

He stopped for a second in the doorway, Sherlock had never really asked him for anything before, only demanded him to do things. Then he started walking again. He could hear Sherlock behind him.

"Stop, Lestrade."Sherlock called after him, almost pleading."Please, I'm sorry. Stop!"

Lestrade ignored him. He started to feel a little bad for it. But it hurt that Sherlock thought so little about him. That he didn't count him as his friend. Only a few months ago, Sherlock had leapt in front of a bullet for him. What had happened to change that?

"Dad!"

The shout made him stop in chock. He spun around and saw that Sherlock had stopped too. Other people in the office had stopped their work and were looking at them curiously.

Sherlock looked like he wanted to disappear.

"I-I should go..." He said, pushing past Lestrade.

Lestrade stopped him before he could leave.

"Sherlock stop!"The boy turned around, but he didn't look up. His eyes were fixed at the floor.

"What did you mean? When you said that I weren't your friend?"

Sherlock looked up at him, his watery eyes meeting Lestrade's. He bit his lip.

"You... You aren't my friend... you are something more. Something closer. You are the first one who I have ever seen as a role model. I-I see you as a father... I hope... that you are okay with that... I have never haven a father. Not until I met you..."

Lestrade looked at the boy for a moment before he, despite Sherlock's vague protests and the other people's staring eyes, drew him into a hug.

"I am okay with that."He whispered in Sherlock's hair as the boy hugged him back."More then okay. I am more than happy to see you as my son Sherlock, I always have been."

A/N:Hope you like it, please review. :)