Chapter 2: Memories
Early in the morning John jumped out of his bed, the sound of a dying cat was resonating through the walls. "Sherlock!" That bloody violin! With an angry face he ran downstairs and banged into the room. "Sherlock, it's 6 am! Go back to sleep"
"Boring"
"What? Sher... You know what, I don't care. I don't care that you ignore me, I don't care that you think sleeping is boring, but I want to sleep! I care that I'm thinking about you all night long, because you looked so lost and upset. I care that whatever it is, you hide it from me, that you don't trust me."
Sherlock looked offended at John. "What has the violin to do with last night?"
John sighed "Nothing, I just want to sleep for a few ours ok."
John studied Sherlock. He looked lost.
Sherlock's stormy eyes peered at him with suspicion.
John cleared his throat. "Off to bed… right."
Sherlock put his violin back on its stand and looked absently through the window. It was still raining, and it was tedious. Rain was the thing that could wipe away crucial evidence from cases. Rain was one of the things that could reveal his true form.
Sherlock closed his eyes, wandering in his mind palace, searching for long forgotten memories. They were still in his mind palace; he just didn't want to acknowledge them.
He had forgotten the memories for a long time, they came back when his powers started to develop.
He was five years and he was alone on the beach, a little naked child playing with shells in the sand.
A man and a woman walked towards him. "Are you lost?"
The little Sherlock looked at them with a confused look.
The woman kneeled before him. "Where are your parents?"
He pointed his finger to the sea "there"
"You mean that they are in the sea?"
Sherlock nodded. "Is that weird?"
The woman smiled and looked with concern to the man. "It depends" she said.
"I don't see any swimmers in the water."
"Oh miss" Sherlock rolled with his eyes. "They live there."
"They live in the water?" The woman took one of his shells. "Do you want to join us? We are going for a walk, searching for shells. Our son Mycroft would love it to get some shells when we are back."
Sherlock gave the woman one of his shells. "You can have mine, there are plenty enough in the sea."
"Do you want to come with us?" the man asked, it was the first time he said something.
Sherlock studied the couple with his piercing stormy eyes. "I'm good here."
"Ok, but we really need your help…"
"Sherlock"
"Ok Sherlock, do you want to search for shells?"
"No, searching is dull, but If you can't search without my help I will join you."
He followed the man and the woman… and when he left the sea, he forgot everything.
With the case of his missing parents Siger and Violet Holmes contacted the police and child focus to find the parents of the young Sherlock.
Weeks of searching became months and months became years.
Sherlock was a bright child, he had a special gift to deduce and solve problems. His parents laughed often with the idea that he should become a detective.
He knew that his parents were proud of him, and sometimes he could feel the jealous looks of his elder brother piercing in his back.
Everything was great, he had a nice foster family, he had good grades at school, but there was a weird feeling. Like something was missing.
Then it was his tenth birthday. Sherlock Holmes was playing outside, it was raining, and the air was tense with clouds. He snuggled deeper into his coat. He had no friends at school, so he had to play pirate alone, but then he could be captain. Captain Sherlock Holmes, yes… he liked the idea.
"Sherlock, come inside it's freezing, and you will get wet." He ignored his mother's voice. Yes, it was the 6th of January, but that was no reason to stay inside!
"Sherlock!"
Raindrops fell on his skin. A wave of nausea reached flowed through his body. He clenched himself on a tree branch.
"Sherlock! Come inside, it's raining! You will get sick." But the voice of his mother was far away.
The only thing that mattered were his legs, because now they were gone, and a gray blue tail had appeared in their place.
What felt like hours only could be minutes. His mother tugged him gently into a blanket and brought him inside. Silent tears were flowing over her cheeks.
She hugged him "Everything will be ok."
Sherlock was crying to, the only thing he wanted to do was to sleep. To sleep so that he could forget all the forgotten memories that where coming back. The memories of his other life. The memories of the sea.