"I can't imagine you ever retiring, Sherlock. You would probably be killed by a murderer first." John says thoughtfully, before he sighs and looks around the sterile room, not liking it and not liking the thought of Sherlock being killed. But they can't leave until the doctor comes in and tells them that they can go.

"I wouldn't die that way, John. You'll be there to protect me from something like that." Sherlock says confidently as he looks around as well, looking over at his tiny doctor with a little smile. "You know, for someone who should be used to an environment such as this, you are strangely ill at ease." he says as he watches the other boy.

"I don't mind doctor's offices when I'm the one in charge. But also, everything is a lot bigger than I'm used to. I admit, I have always been a horrible patient." He says as he looks at Sherlock with a small smile, giving his hand a light squeeze.

The doctor finally comes back in and he smiles as he looks at the boys slowly. "Alright.. it seems your guardian is taking the blood off to a private labs, so you will likely see the results before I do." He says with a little smile as he watches the two. "You seem to be in good health.. John, you're a bit small for your age but I imagine once you hit puberty that will sort itself out.. Sherlock, I am a little concerned that you seem malnourished. You're a bit underweight..." He says worriedly as he looks at the brunette, "So. I want you to do something very difficult for me." He says in a conspiratoral tone, rolling his little stool a little closer and putting one hand on the young boy's knee. "I want you.. to eat junk food, carbs, anything that is high in fat and generally bad for you." he says with a little chuckle. "Need to get a bit more meat on those bones. Otherwise, you both seem perfectly healthy." he says as he move back a little. "Now. Do you two have any questions for me?" He asks curiously.

For a few moments John smirks a little at Sherlock, nodding firmly in agreement about eating and getting meat on his bones. Then he looks at the doctor and thinks about it for a few moments. "How much were you told about our.. situation?" he asks warily as he looks at the doctor.

Dr. Martin smiles a little at John. "I was told of the unusual circumstance of your.. transformation, if that's what you mean." He says with a nod of his head, having treated them like children because that is what is expected, but also because he wasn't told what they might be like mentally. "A blood test is not exactly standard for a physical, afterall." He points out with a slight smirk.

Nodding quietly as he considers everything, John takes a deep breath. "We are normal, aren't we? Healthy, normal children? We don't seem to be getting any younger..." He says slowly as he looks at Sherlock.

A small nod is given from Dr. Martin as he looks between the two. "As far as I can tell, you two are perfectly healthy young men." he says with a little smile as he looks between them, "And I have seen quite a few children in my time, let me tell you." he says with a small chuckle.

Hearing that makes John feel much better and he smiles before he nods. "I don't have any other questions." He says as he glances at Sherlock, "Other than.. can we go now?" he asks hopefully.

Sherlock nods a little in agreement, sliding off the bed. "I am sure if this is not solved soon, we will see you again, Dr. Martin. Thank you for your help and your silence which I have no doubt my older brother arranged." He says as he looks up at the older doctor, holding out his hand to him and shaking it firmly before he turns to John.

Sighing a little, John hops off the bed, landing nimbly on his feet as he looks over at Sherlock, shaking the doctor's hand as well. "Thank you." he says before he takes Sherlock's hand and leads him back out to the waiting area.

Already having talked to Mycroft while he was gone, Dr. Martin follows nonetheless and smiles a little as he looks at the two boys. "Try not to get into too much trouble, you two. I don't want to see you in here with broken bones or the like!" He calls out with a small smile.

Lestrade gets up from his seat, putting aside the magazine he was reading to watch the two boys. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks, then adds, "Bet you two would like some fresh air. We'll be outside, Mycroft." he says as he walks over to grab the jackets, helping the boys into them before he leads them outside and into the fresh air. "So, any bad news or is all well?" he asks once they're outside and away from the parent and kids.

Its Sherlock who responds first this time, standing close to John's side which is where he can be found all the time nowadays. "We are perfectly well, Lestrade. I have been informed that I should eat fatty foods which are not good for me, in order to gain weight." he deadpans as he looks up at the older man. "Otherwise, we are two healthy boys." He says before he adds, "If we stay this way for a while, I believe John and I would both prefer going to Dr. Martin. He is competent, and not a complete idiot." Which coming from Sherlock is pretty high praise indeed.

Giggling a little at the image Sherlock makes, all young and cute, trying to still be in control and maintain appearances, John grins a little. "You don't have to be in control all the time, Sherlock." he says quietly as he looks at the brunette for a few moments, then he looks up at Lestrade. "We need to get more clothes." He adds after a moment. "Thank you for the ones you sent, but clearly we need more than three outfits. "He notes with a slight smirk since they're on the second of the three outfits.

"Indeed." Sherlock says as he looks down at his clothes. "I miss my coat." He grumbles with a slightly pouty tone to his voice. "I would prefer having a scarf, as well. My neck is cold." he says as he flips up his collar.

"Oh, not with the bloody collar.." John mutters, rolling his eyes a little before he turns to thump his forehead against the detective's shoulder. "Your cheekbones haven't quite developed enough for you to look as cool when you do that.." he points out as he lifts his head and puts his chin on Sherlock's shoulder before he reaches up and pokes the seemingly older boy's cheeks.

Sherlock sighs a little as he looks over at John. "Believe it or not, I am not doing it to look cool, as you seem to think. I merely get cold." he says with a small huff, glaring up at the highly amused Detective Inspector, just in time for Mycroft to come out.

Looking at the scene before him, Mycroft arches an eyebrow as he looks between the two boys and Lestrade for a few moments. "Am I interrupting something?" He asks with a slight smile as he steps over to the car that pulls up.

Giggling at the pouting detective, John gives him a hug to make him feel better. "It's ok, Sherlock. None of us would love you if you weren't exactly who you are." He says with a nod of his head, not even thinking about what he said, or how implying the three of them love the brunette might affect Sherlock. Finally, he looks up at the older Holmes brother, tilting his chin up a little before he says in a matter-of-fact voice:

"Also, Mycroft. We clearly need more than three sets of clothes, so I suggest we go get some."

Sorry for the shorter chapter. I got distracted by my new tablet, and by being tired. Hopefully I will have a better one in the next few days! :D

Reviews/comments welcome!