THE THINGS WE DON'T DELETE

by marylouleach

AU fic. I know it's been done before but i wanted to try it out. Here's a look at Sherlock and John's relationship if they had met as kids and the trials they faced on the way to becoming the men they are today. After a falling out Sherlock pushed John out of his life but now John would need him more than ever. Sherlock hopes it's just not too late. Sorry no slash.

46. Chapter 46 FORGOTTEN THINGS

CHAPTER 46. FORGOTTEN THINGS

The tall blond man was easily ignored; he was a sniper after all blending in was his specialty. He wore a simple pair of brown khaki cargo pants and a green t-shirt reminded him of his army days. A hand rubbed his aching leg just above the knee, damn the cold weather made it that much worse.

He ignored the old war injury, his eyes remained on the three men at the far table in the corner of the policeman's pub. His waitress placed another bottle of beer next to the warm untouched one in his hand. She offered a smile he ignored it as well as the beer. For appearances he attempted to look interested in his mobile.

The keen sniper's eyes continued to observe the men from under his blond lashes, head bent as if texting.

The sniper rolled his eyes as the dark haired man in the ridiculously long bellstaff coat started to fire off a quick dialogue like a rapid fire assault riffle. Gray eyes dancing excitedly for his willing audience.

The blond sniper moved his eyes to the silver haired man, alright cop. From the way he was watching the younger man with a bit of pride, adulation whatever, you would think the younger man was his son or younger brother or something.

And that blond Doctor had a stupid grin on his face, ugh the same one he always plastered to his face as a kid, the one that said he was proud to be associated with the individual sitting to his right. As the gray haired cop got up to use the mens, the sniper caught a clear sight of the two remaining men.

For a minute the room melted away and he could see a skinny dark haired kid rolling his gray eyes tugging at a blue tie, and a blond kid a little stockier with sky blue eyes dancing throwing an arm around the younger kids shoulders and ruffling the dark curls affectionately. Something a brother would do. Except this kid wasn't wearing the same quality of clothes of the younger boy, and their height and skin coloring was a definite indication these two were in no way related.

The sniper remembered the pang of jealousy that he couldn't explain watching the simple exchange between the two other boys, he was just a kid himself ten years old, and angry at the world.

Still the blond sniper couldn't look away, then the kid with the sky blue eyes wearing a pair of faded old jeans, and a simple striped rugby jersey tightened his hold on the younger boy and brought his now cold stare back at the sniper. He could see the warmth of the summer's day start to fade, a cool wind pushing at the branches of the spruce tree's of the park, a shadow fell over that small picnic table that the two sat at.

And for a moment the sniper was blinking pushing the scene away, a memory. The sniper had no urge to bring up the past but he had no choice.

He found himself remembering a cool summers day, where a ten year old blond with dirty jeans and state issued white t-shirt was pulling on a small dark haired Irish boy's arm, his young companion complaining about the ruff handling. The ten year old Sebastian froze in his steps, coming across the scene and decided to go the other way. It wasn't their business besides he was just a kid with enough to worry about.