A/N: Whoop whoop 20 chapters!

As soon as Lestrade had entered, he gazed at the house in wonder. It looked so cosy, yet sophisticated at the same time. Sarah saw this and smiled at him,

"Mycroft's and Sherlock's favourite bit was the library. They always argued over..." She was interrupted by Mycroft's 'subtle' cough. "I'll tell you later." She whispered to Greg. Lestrade's face turned into a very huge grin.

They all sat down in the front room, whilst Mr Holmes came out of the kitchen with drinks and biscuits. Mrs Holmes scoffed,

"They're all going to be full, before even eating dinner." She smiled at her husband and he smiled back.

"Well...if they're going to be eating the food I've cooked, then they might want to be as full as they can."

They both laughed and kissed each other. Before sitting down.

"My name's Richard." He smiled at them and looked towards each of them. His focused then went on the two younger boys. "I didn't know if you wanted squash or...well...I just made hot chocolate." Smiles instantly filled their faces. They both replied with a thank you and began, hungrily, drinking it.

They all smiled and Richard began talking again,

"So...umm...Greg, you work for the police? Mycroft was telling us, about it."

Mycroft looked down as Lestrade smiled, whilst he spoke.

"Yeah, I'm a detective, a detective inspector." Sherlock sighed, this was going to be an annoying, tedious day. "I work with Sherlock on some cases."

Sherlock looked up instantly and thought about the newspaper, with the case on. Unfortunately a beeping noise interrupted him, before he could be vocal about it.

"Looks like lunch is ready." His father got up eagerly. "The dining room is just through here."

Everyone was sat at the table, as Luke got the Chicken and vegetables from the kitchen. The smell wafted in and everyone felt their stomach's yearning. Matthew's stomach even did a little grumble. He looked away embarrassed.

As soon as it came out, everyone tucked into the meal. Sherlock remembered this, he always remembered this from his family, that his dad's cooking was amazing.

When everybody was finished Greg sighed with content,

"How on earth do you cook that well?"

Richard laughed, "I guess I just have a talent."

Sarah looked at him and sighed,

"He hasn't just got a talent, he's a chef. You've written books about it, haven't you?

"Well some..."

"A lot." Sarah interrupted him. Richard started laughing.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"You're always like this, showing me off, when guests are round."

"I'm not."

"Yes..." He started laughing even more. His wife, the most observant women in the world, had missed this.

"Well...I don't...but even if I did, it's because I you're amazing. And that is enough cheesiness for today." Everybody laughed. "Oh I've just remembered, John, Matthew, I've gotten you a little something."

She held out two presents, covered in wrapping paper.

Matthew started opening his, and again, John stared at his arm, intrigued.

He opened it and saw that it was a Doctor Who book. Within it there were tons of chocolates and sweets. He looked up, happily, and thanked them. Lestrade's eyebrows were so high up, his hair nearly covered them. He responded as well.

"Wow thank you, that's very nice of you. I'm guessing Mycroft told you about the Doctor Who bit." Mrs Holmes smiled. As she looked at John. So he started opening his.

There were chocolates and sweets pouring out of his, as well as a comic book. John smiled. As Richard spoke,

"Your grandmother and I didn't know what to get you, but we thought you might enjoy it."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome". Sarah said. As Sherlock gave John an 'I told you so' look. "So, John, what do you like or enjoy?"

John was very unprepared for this question, "Umm I-I don't really know..." He trailed off.

"Oh that's okay love, you'll find out eventually." She spoke calmly to John. Sarah knew about what John had been through. She also knew a lot about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder...mostly from Sherlock. She immediately shook the thought out of her head. Now was not the time nor place. Sarah changed the subject to something else, "What about you Matthew?"

He looked up automatically, "I, umm, I actually quite like, umm, like singing and stuff like that."

Mr Holmes clapped his hands, "Well I know who's going to be doing that at Christmas now." Matthew blushed, as Sherlock sighed. His brain taking in the information, 'we're actually going to be having family time at Christmas now?

They all started having a conversation, as Lestrade nodded and smiled at his son. John turned to Sherlock and whispered, "Will I find something I like doing?" His voice was slightly panicked.

Sherlock gazed at him, "Of course you will. Don't worry. Even the most boring person in the world likes doing certain things. In fact the most boring person in the world probably enjoys eating, ruling the country, eating...oh wait that's Mycroft."

John tried to contain his sniggers, and tried to listen to everyone else. Sherlock just smiled at his son.

After that, the adults talked a lot. Well...Lestrade and Richard did. Eventually Sarah spoke, "Boys, you two can go play or talk somewhere else if you like."

John looked to Sherlock. Sherlock smiled and nodded.

Lestrade looked to Matthew, as his son tried to avoid eye contact. Greg sighed and whispered to him, "It's alright, John isn't going to do anything. He's even more nervous then you." Matt looked up to his dad and nodded. They both disappeared into the next room.

"I-I'm John."

"I'm Matt."

Next was the awkward bit, they just stood there, until Matthew got his bag and opened it.

"Do you want to play a card game?" He asked John.

"I-I don't kn-know much about card games."

Matt smiled, "I can teach you." He pulled out some Top Trumps from his bag. After explaining they played and played for ages. They eventually became more and more relaxed. That was, until, John spoke of another subject,

"Do you-you mind me asking what happened to-to your arm?"

Matthew's muscles instantly seized up. He tried to avoid eye contact.

John kept talking, "I think it's really in-interesting." Matt looked up, 'interesting?' his brain thought.

"No one's ever thought that before." John's head furrowed in confusion at this. Before Matthew carried on talking, "I was born like this. With, well, with one arm." He looked down.

They stayed silent for a while, till John spoke again.

"Why are-are you sad about it?"

Matt looked up, "What?"

"You look sad, b-but it's not your fault." John's face just showed more confusion. As Matthew took a deep breathe and replied,

"The kids at school, they umm well they bully me. Quite a bit, because of this." With his other hand, he signalled to his missing arm.

"That's not fair. It's not your fault. That's how you were born. That's how you are." John's anger was rising.

"I know. I don't have a lot of friends at school."

John took a deep breathe, "I c-can be your friend if-if you like?"

Matthew looked up, smiled and nodded. "Yes please."

A/N: I have returned from the grave. *Starts playing Phantom Of The Opera Overture*

I am really sorry, that I haven't updated in (I think) 2 weeks. School life has been really busy. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully it's not too cheesy or boring.

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