AN: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I have been SUPER busy doing the school musical and having a ton of assessments at school..:L

Here's a long-ish kid!Lock to satisfy your fanfiction needs.

Oh, and thankyou for all the really nice reviews on the last chapter:)

Prompted by: Merthurr

Brownies:

Mycroft took Sherlock's hand and pulled him towards the door of the Watson household. The curly hair six year old stared grumpily up at his fifteen year old brother who was dragging him along. Mycroft let go of Sherlock's hand and was just about to knock on the door when Sherlock grabbed his arm and met his eyes. "I don't wanna." The little boy said, sticking his bottom lip out in an adorable pout that would have worked on anyone. Well, anyone except Mycroft. "Please speak properly Sherlock." His older brother replied, reaching up the knock on the door with his right hand.
"But Myyyycroft!" Sherlock complained. Mycroft knelt down in front of Sherlock and wrapped his arms around his younger brother, "Just try and make friends." Mycroft whispered, before standing up and knocking on the green front door. Sherlock gulped quietly and threaded his hand into Mycroft's. The elder Holmes squeezed it lightly. Within a minute the door was opened by a shortish woman with light blonde frizzy hair and her daughter who looked around 9 and was wearing her hair in two long plaits.

The short woman reached over to shake Mycroft's hand before gesturing that Sherlock should come inside. "Hello there. You must be Sherlock. I'm John's mum." she said quietly to the nervous looking boy. Sherlock held out his right hand and Mrs Watson shook it politely. "You have impeccable manners." She said kindly.
"Thank you." Sherlock replied, smoothing down his white shirt and nervously twisting his fingers into the hem. The six year old stepped into the hall and was about to pull off his shoes when a seven year old boy with short blonde hair came running down the hallway. "Hi Sherlock!" John yelled, reaching out his hand, "C'mon, we're playing footy and I need you on my team." Sherlock looked anxiously between Mycroft and John before the elder Holmes pushed Sherlock lightly towards John. "Okay." The curly haired boy replied, biting his lip nervously and taking John's hand. The shorter boy dragged his friend through the hallway and the kitchen into the spacious garden. A few boys were huddled around a goalpost and another was marking out some more posts with jumpers. "This is my friend Sherlock." John half-shouted to his friends. The tallest boy who looked older than the rest walked over to them and said, "That's a funny name." The gaggle of children around him laughed. "Good one Anderson." said a short girl with a frizzy afro and tanned skin.
"Don't be mean Sally." John said protectively, squeezing Sherlock's hand softly.
"Urgh! They're boys and they're holding hands! That's gay!" Sally replied, pointing at them.
"I'm not!" John answered indignantly, but keeping his hand firmly entwined with Sherlock's. The curly haired boy stayed silent. Mycroft had explained about sexuality to Sherlock when he was younger and that you had to respect everyone's choices. He glared angrily at the immature children. Anderson then grabbed Sally's arm and dragged her over to the goalposts with the other two boys trailing them. "So the teams are: Me, Sally, Sebastian and Greg against John, Molly, Jim and Sherlock." Anderson said proudly, pulling his team into a huddle. A smallish girl with long brown hair wandered over to Sherlock and John biting her lip nervously. "I don't want to get my dress muddy. It's new." She half-whispered to the two boys. Sherlock nodded politely and said, "It's very pretty. Just like you."

Molly broke into a huge grin that left her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Really?" She asked, self-doubt evident on her young face.
"Yes." Sherlock and John replied simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.

"TIME WASTING!" Anderson yelled from the other side of the garden. The little huddle spread out and John shouted over to Jim, "You ready?"
The dark haired boy nodded and stuck his hands out, ready to defend the goals.
"We're team awesome!" Sally yelled over to the other team. John looked around at his teammates and then looked at Sherlock who yelled back, "We are team science!"
"Whatever you want freak!" Anderson called. John stormed over to Anderson and grabbed him in a headlock, "Don't be mean to Sherlock!" He exclaimed through gritted teeth. Anderson was quite strong and so he managed to escape from the headlock and wrestle John to the floor.

Mrs Watson then chose that moment to intervene and pull the two grappling boys apart. "Clearly football wasn't a good idea." She mumbled to herself as the party goers trooped along behind her into the house.

3 hours and five pizzas later, Sally was crying, Anderson was sniffling, Sebastian and Jim were killing worms in the garden and John, Molly and Greg were all defending Sherlock.
"He didn't mean to make Sally cry mum."
"He said my dress is pretty and that means he is nice."
"They were being really mean to him."

Sherlock was sat on an armchair with his hands pressed over his ears and his face pushed into his tucked up knees. He had his eyes open and was staring through the gap between his legs at the DVD shelf opposite him.

"I'm sorry." He said, quietly, looking up to meet Sally's eyes. "I'm sorry."

Mrs Watson sighed with relief and moved back into the kitchen yelling, "Who wants brownies?"