A/N: My version Sherlock is a bit younger than on the show I think. He's almost 31 years old, just so you know. John is somewhere around 35-40.

The Next Morning

"So..." Jayden said, looking around as he plopped himself onto the sofa. "Can you tell me about yourself for real, I mean, now that you don't have to be all polite and stuff?"

"Not much more to tell." Sherlock said. "What is it that you're wanting to know?"

"I don't know..." Jayden said. "When's your birthday?"

"Don't remember." Sherlock said. "I deleted it."

"Alright then... how much older are you than me?"

"Depends, how old are you?"

"14." Jayden said.

"Then I would be somewhere around 16 years older than you." Sherlock said.

"Oh. So you're 3 then?"

"Something like it." Sherlock said.

"So you're a genius 30 year old consulting detective with a Masters in Chemistry from Cambridge University who plays classical music on the violin, as well as composing your own music." Jayden said, going over everything he'd learned about Sherlock so far. "You hate Mycroft, don't particularly care for our parents, and you love reading and science experiments."

"Pretty much sums me up, yes." Sherlock said.

"No it doesn't." Jayden disagreed.

Sherlock looked up from the book he happened to be reading. He had just gotten to the interesting part about the exact speed at which a maggot devours a corps that has been frozen for three days.

"Oh?" Sherlock said, passively.

"We're out of milk again." John said, exasperatedly as he walked into the room. "Want to come with me, Jayden, or do you want to stay here with Sherlock?"

"Take him with you. I'm sure he hasn't seen much of London yet." Sherlock said.

"I can speak for myself, you know." Jayden said, he glanced at Sherlock with a hint of a challenge in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm aware." Sherlock said, as he set his book down and stood up. "You made that plenty clear during dinner last evening." Sherlock reached for his coat and pulled it on.

"Then why didn't you let me answer?" Jayden asked. "I might have wanted to stay here with you."

"Maybe, but you were too slow, now weren't you?" Sherlock said. He put his gloves on with a snap. "I'm off to the morgue; I'll ride with you part way."

"Oh gosh," John sighed, "What have I gotten myself into?"

"I thought you guys had a car?" Jayden said as he realized that the Hyundai was no longer sitting on the street in front of them.

"Not mine, it was Mycroft's." Sherlock said. "He was trying to make sure we attended the dinner. He probably would have kidnapped us if we didn't come out soon enough."

"Oh." Jayden said. "So we're taking a taxi then?"

"Cab, Jayden, cab. You're in London now." Sherlock said.

"Maybe, but I'm still American." Jayden said. "In the USA you're free to call a taxi anything you want to. You Brits could call them cabs no one would complain about it."

"Well, you enjoy your freedom, with your super-sized chip- french fry things and star spangled banners, but guess who's got free health care and a longer life expectancy?"

"Well, you only live once." Jayden defended.

"Of course, and I'd prefer not to shorten it." Sherlock said.

Unable to come up with a good response, Jayden just glared at him.

Sherlock smirked in victory.

"Stop here." Sherlock told the cabbie.

"What time will you be back?" John asked.

"Depends, what time is it now?" Sherlock asked. John looked at his watch.

"About 10:00 am." John said.

"I should be done by 12:00." Sherlock got out of the cab and started walking away.

"Meet me at the flat?" John asked, leaning out the window.

Sherlock nodded then headed off to the morgue.

The cab drove off.

After awhile, John spoke.

"I know Sherlock's not exactly the most forthcoming about himself, and you're bound to have questions, so if you have anything you'd like answered..."

"How long will it take for him to get warm up to me?" Jayden asked.

John chuckled. "What you've seen so far is about as warm as he'll get." John said. "Really it's a miracle how quickly he's done it. He doesn't like people much."

"Why not?" Jayden asked.

"Well, eh-" John considered this for a moment. "I guess it's because people misunderstand him a lot. Sherlock can come across as quite abrasive sometimes, but he's not trying to be rude, he's just naturally very blunt, and honest. Sometimes he'll just say things that are insensitive, and people just automatically think the worst of him. They think that he's trying to hurt them. He's not though. A great man, your brother is. He just happens to be a bit different from every one else, and people like to call him out on it. A few officers at the Yard in particular, but every one pretty much. He's not actually sociopath, you know that, right?"

"Sociopath?" Jayden asked. "Well that came out of the blue."

"Wait- so he hasn't told you?" John paused.

"No, there has been no mention of sociopathism, I think I would have noticed."

John turned to look at Jayden.

"If he's not trying to pull that one on you he's warmed up to you quickly indeed! He attempts it on me sometimes." John said.

"Explain, please?" Jayden said.

"Right, right, well, it's just that eh- he likes to make people think he's a sociopath. He's pretty good at pulling it off too, and I have no doubt that he's got some sort of a problem with figuring out emotions and people and the like, but he's not a sociopath. He's just quite guarded. Only lets down his walls in front of people he trusts. For him to have a banter with you like that after only a few hours, you must be something very special. And exactly what he needs."

"Don't you think that that could be just because I'm his brother? The whole letting his guard down thing?" Jayden asked.

"No, have you seen him with Mycroft?" John said. "He does anything he possibly can to get that man off his back."

Jayden and John got out of the cab and walked into Tesco.

They got the milk among a few other things and began to check out.

Unfortunately, the chip and pin machine decided to act up once again.

"Urgh!" John said. "Mycroft! I know you can hear me, and stop this!" John shook his fist towards the nearest security camera. "Stop it!"

"Mycroft?" Jayden asked.

"You may not know it, but Mycroft, your brother, is pretty much head of the British government. He's got access to pretty much any security camera, and he's got a button on his computer that he presses that will make all the chip and pin machines malfunction! He says he only does it to stop potential thieves, but he does it to bother me too. He does something with the traffic lights as well!"

Jayden chuckled.

"It's not funny, he does this nearly every time." John said. "It's getting old now."

"I know, it's just not something I'd imagine him doing." Jayden said.

"Mycroft claims Sherlock's the immature one, and he is, but Mycroft's got more than his fair share of childish habits as well." John said. "Do you know why he does this?"

"Why?" Jayden asked.

"Because he's bored!" John said.

"You can stop bad mouthing Mycroft." Jayden said. "The debit card machine is working now. It has been for over a minute."

John looked down at it.

"Oh."

John finished checking out and they left.

A/N: I decided it was time for a funny chapter, so here you go. I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway, reviews please and tell me your favorite part! PM me if there's something you'd like to see happen, but I've got it plotted out pretty well, but it's pretty loose and I've got wiggle room. So, if you've got any scenes you'd really like me to write in there, just tell me! Thanks!