A/N: Just a quick filler chapter. Thanks for reading, please review!
I'm so bad at warnings but this chapter has a warning for sex.
Monday when Sherlock gets home from school, his mother's boxes are gone. At first he doesn't even notice, and he probably wouldn't have, but when he arrives home he finds Clement is drunk again.
"Sherlock, my darling!" Clement cries as he enters the kitchen.
Sherlock sighs.
Clement greets him happily, along with Mystery. Sherlock kneels to say hello to the dog, but he doesn't say anything to Clement.
"It's over, son," Clement slurs.
Sherlock stands. "Apparently."
Clement steps to him, opening his arms to hug Sherlock. Sherlock wraps an arm around Clement's waist and pulls him back towards the stairs.
"I've just taken some medicine," Clement says, right in Sherlock's ear. "I'm suddenly very drowsy."
"Did you run out of real alcohol?"
Clement pats his throat. "I had a scratch."
Sherlock sighs and shakes his head. "Well, bed is good, then."
"I talked to your mother."
Sherlock practically carries Clement up the stairs, his stomach knotting with stress from Clement talking about his mother.
"I meant brother!" Clement cries, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's neck. "I love you, son."
"I love you too, Dad," Sherlock says.
They get all the way up the stairs and to Clement's bedroom, where he gently sits Clement on the bed.
"Thank you, my love."
Sherlock nods. "Of course, Dad."
Clement pats Sherlock's arm, falling onto his pillow. "I love you."
"Yeah, love you too, Dad."
Sherlock quickly leaves as soon as Clement's down, then rushes down the stairs to Mystery. Mystery's sitting patiently on the bottom step, his tail wagging as soon as he sees Sherlock.
"Sorry you had to see that," Sherlock says to the dog. "He gets sad."
Mystery whines.
"I know," Sherlock steps off the stairs and starts towards the kitchen. "Come on. Dinner."
Mystery happily follows him.
Sherlock fills Mystery's bowl with dog food, then flops onto the floor next to the bowl. Mystery takes a bite of food, then licks Sherlock's face before taking a second bite.
Sherlock groans and wipes his cheek. "Not while you're eating!"
Mystery digs his paw in the bowl, making food fall all over the floor. He excitedly eats it off the floor, and Sherlock pulls out his phone.
Sherlock looks around at things on his phone while the dog eats. He checks his email, even tries to check his work email (John changed the password again), and finally his phone begins to vibrate with a call.
John's face pops up on the screen, and Sherlock smiles. He answers happily. "Hello?"
"Hello, love," John says. "I forgot to give you a case yesterday."
Sherlock sits up. "You've got one?"
John chuckles. "Come over and you can have it."
"Be over soon," Sherlock says, then hangs up.
He pats Mystery's back as Mystery takes the last few bites of his food. "Want to take a walk?"
Mystery licks his lips and jumps on Sherlock, tackling him to the ground and sitting on his chest.
Sherlock tries to push him off. "Ok, let's go!"
Mystery hops off Sherlock, then runs to the door.
Sherlock hooks him to the leash, then they leave the house. They excitedly walk down to John's, where they walk straight into the house. John's sitting on the sofa, and he smiles when he sees them.
"I've got to walk him," Sherlock says as greeting. "Want to go?"
John practically jumps up, following Sherlock out the door while pulling his coat on.
They walk down the street and John gives Sherlock the newest case.
"A first year named Lexus Hill. Apparently, she prefers to just be called Lex. That was important to add in the email, I guess."
Sherlock chuckles. "So, what's her problem? Theft? Vandalism?"
"She wants to prove that her brother killed her cat."
Sherlock laughs more. "Wonderful."
"She says she arrived home from school last week and her cat was gone. She thought it ran away, because it does that often, but it didn't return when it usually does. She asked her brother, and he said it died. And, well, I guess she just thinks he killed it."
"Huh," Sherlock mutters. "How could I prove that…" he wonders out loud.
"Find out where it died. Find the clues at the scene."
Sherlock nods. "Of course. Did she leave a number?"
"Yeah, uh—" John's about to read the number out loud, but his phone begins to ring. He looks at his phone confused.
"Don't know the number?"
John shakes his head.
"Answer it anyway."
John bites his lip, clearly nervous, but he still answers. "Hello?"
Sherlock can't hear the other half of the conversation, but judging by the way the color drains from John's face, whoever it is isn't someone he wants to talk to. It doesn't take long for Sherlock to figure out it's his father.
"How did you get this number?" John asks.
"Hang up," Sherlock whispers.
John looks up at Sherlock with fearful eyes. "No, you can't—"
"John, hang up!" Sherlock whispers louder.
John quickly looks around, as if looking for someone. "I—"
Without warning, Sherlock quickly grabs the phone from John's hand and throws it at the ground. It shatters into many little pieces, and John begins to cry.
"You broke my phone!"
"I'll buy you a new one," Sherlock promises, reaching for John.
John lets himself be pulled in, wrapping his arms around Sherlock and crying into his shoulder.
Sherlock pets John's head, and Mystery nuzzles his face against John's leg.
"What'd he say?" Sherlock asks.
"He said he's seen me. And he wants to talk to me. But his voice, Sherlock, his voice…"
"Ssshhh," Sherlock tries. "I won't let him get to you, John, I promise."
John nods, clutching tightly at Sherlock's back.
Sherlock pulls away, but John doesn't let him go very easily. Sherlock manages to unwrap himself and grab John's hand.
"Should we walk home? Or should I call Harry?"
"I can walk," John says, catching his breath. "I'm ok."
Sherlock kisses his head and begins to pull him down the street.
John wipes his eyes. "My phone—"
"I'll buy you a new one, babe," Sherlock whispers against John's head.
John nods.
"Do you want to hold Mystery as we walk?"
John wipes his eyes again, then nods.
Sherlock stops, so Mystery stops and turns back to look at them. "Come here, boy," Sherlock says, snapping his fingers.
Mystery wags his tail and jumps up into John's arms, and John holds him like a baby the entire way home.
They get back to the house and Sherlock runs up the stairs for Harry before he even removes his coat. He frantically bangs on the door and she answers a second later.
"Sherlock, what is so—"
"Your dad called John."
Harry frowns deeply and follows Sherlock down the stairs.
John's sitting silently on the sofa with Mystery on his lap. He gently pets the dog, and his facial expression remains blank.
"John?" Harry tries, sitting on the coffee table across from John. She touches his knee and he jumps, as if snapping out of a trance. "John, talk to me? What happened?"
John shakes his head, steadying his breathing. "I just…I don't know how he got my number? That's not normal, is that normal? I didn't have a phone before he went to jail, so there's no way he could know…"
"I don't know either, John," Harry says. "Where's your phone now, can I see it?"
John shakes his head. "Sherlock smashed it."
Harry laughs, which makes the boys laugh.
"You wouldn't hang up," Sherlock explains. "I said I'll buy you a new one."
John nods. "I just…how'd he get my number?"
Sherlock chew on his finger in thought. "Let's see. It's not like it's public record, but it is public somehow, obviously…" he closes his eyes, thinking, and only a second later he snaps and opens his eyes. "Facebook. It's on Facebook."
"What?" John asks. "Why?"
"Because last week when I said, 'John, you need to fix your Facebook's security,' you said, 'I'll do it later.'" Sherlock quickly stands and heads for the stairs. "I'll be right back."
He runs upstairs and gets onto John's computer, taking the time to fix the security settings on John's Facebook account, including taking John's number off the site. However, he knows this doesn't fix the fact that John's dad already knows his number, so Sherlock makes a mental note to get John's number changed when he buys a new phone.
Sherlock returns downstairs and announces that it's done.
"Thanks, love," John says, patting the sofa next to him for Sherlock to sit. However, Mystery jumps up and sits in Sherlock's spot. John laughs and flops his ears. "Sorry about your walk."
Mystery licks his face in forgiveness.
Sherlock sits down next to John, under Mystery.
Harry pats his knee. "Thank you, Sherlock. I'll let my mum know about this as soon as she gets home."
Sherlock nods and checks his watch. He's been gone just under an hour, and he remembers that he left Clement drunk.
"I've got to go check on my dad," he announces, standing and grabbing Mystery's leash. "Care to join?"
"Oh…" John glances at Harry. "I—"
"I've got to run a few errands," Harry says. "So, go with me or I'll drop you two off at Sherlock's."
John nods. "Sherlock's it is."
Sherlock smiles, then they all file out of the house and into Harry's car.
When they get back, Clement is still fast asleep in his bed. Sherlock assumes he'll be out all night, so he gets out fish fingers and chips to make for dinner.
John picks up the box of fish fingers and shakes his head. "I can't believe out of all the foods in the world, you'll gladly eat this crap."
"You call it crap," Sherlock retorts, "But you'll eat anything."
"I'm a growing boy."
Sherlock grins. "I don't like boys, John."
John smiles. "I'm a growing man."
"Mmm," Sherlock sighs, leaning close to John, brushing his lips against John's. "I might need a reminder of how man you are before you leave tonight."
John checks Sherlock's watch. "Harry's picking me up in two hours. How about I show you before dinner?"
"Are you sure you're…alright?"
John nods. "I'm fine, I promise."
"Are you really sure? You did go through something quite emotional a short time ago."
"It's not going to affect my ability to fuck you senseless," John says, pulling on Sherlock's hand. "Let's go."
Sherlock lets John pull him up the stairs, then instructs John to go to his bed while he puts Mystery in bed with Clement. Clement's still asleep, and snoring very loudly, so Sherlock rushes down the hall to his bedroom.
John's already peeling his clothes off when Sherlock enters. Sherlock groans.
"That's the best part," he says, pushing John's hands away from his jeans. He licks his lips, then unceremoniously drops to his knees.
"Sh-Sherlock?" John wonders, intently watching as long fingers work his fly open, then shove his jeans down his hips.
Sherlock licks his lips again, then opens wide and shoves John's dick into his mouth.
John stutters a breath as his eyes roll back and he grabs Sherlock's hair. Sherlock moans loudly and sucks hard, and John pulls the black curls in his hand.
Sherlock pulls off with a pop and shoves John with the top of his head until John stumbles back and onto Sherlock's bed. He sits at the edge, his thighs spread as much as they will with his jeans just under his knees, and Sherlock dives in to swallow John again.
John's entire body falls back against the bed. "Oh god," he sighs, rubbing his face. "That's good, Sherlock, oh god…"
Sherlock wraps a hand around John's cock, just holding it still while he tongues the slit. John's hips buck towards Sherlock's face, but John forcefully holds him down.
"How man are you then, John?" Sherlock growls.
John gets his hand to the back of Sherlock's head and gently tries to push him down.
"Ah-ah," Sherlock stops him. "I asked you a question."
John groans. "I…I don't know, Sherlock—"
"Are you man enough to…" Sherlock licks the head of his cock— "To shove me over and fuck me?"
John pants. "I don't kn-…"
Sherlock gives him a healthy suck, then pulls off. "Man enough to push my head down and come down my throat without warning?"
"I—"
"Man enough to not do either of those things because you don't want to hurt me?"
John's hand drops to Sherlock's shoulder and he squeezes the muscle under his hand. "Yes, Sherlock, that…"
Sherlock grins. "Because you're a good man," he teases, licking at John again.
John's head drops back and he closes his eyes, focusing on Sherlock's hot breath on him "Yes…"
"My good man," Sherlock says, then takes John deep down his throat that John couldn't even stop his orgasm if Sherlock killed him right then and there.
As soon as John's body sags, Sherlock stands to get his jeans off, then climbs on top of John. He straddles John's belly, then begins to wank away over John.
John pulls at his thighs, his eyes not breaking contact Sherlock's hand on his own cock. His mouth opens to relay his desire for some oral action, but Sherlock doubles over and comes all over John's chest not even a minute after he gets his jeans off.
Sherlock falls off John will a deep, satisfied sigh. John pats his chest with the back of his hand.
"I'll show you how man I can be next time, alright?"
Sherlock chuckles. "And what would you do to show me?"
John grins. "Make you come with just my cock?"
Sherlock smiles at him. "Looks like a nice challenge."
John leans over and kisses him, mindful of the mess on his chest. "Now," he says, sitting up. "I've got to get this off of me."
"Use it as a moisturizer," Sherlock jokes.
John stands from the bed and swats at his thigh. "That's disgusting."
Sherlock watches John disappear into the bathroom, then gets up and starts dressing again.
When they get back downstairs, John makes Sherlock's dinner then they sit at kitchen island to eat alone.
When John leaves, Sherlock decides it's not too late to go buy John's new phone. He saves it to give to John the next day, figuring to not let John worry about unwanted calls (even though Sherlock did get the number changed) that night.
The next morning, Sherlock rushes to school to meet John there. He and Declan walk, and he finds John waiting at his locker as soon as they arrive.
John smiles widely. "Hey, love."
Sherlock smiles back, taking John's new phone out of his pocket. "Here you go."
John excitedly takes it. "You already got it?"
Sherlock shrugs. "I picked it up last night. I added all the numbers you need already."
John clicks through to the Contacts, finding only Sherlock's number programmed in. Not only that, but Sherlock's name has six hearts around it. John rolls his eyes. "Thanks, babe."
Olive bounces up next to them, more perky than usual. "New phone?"
"Yeah," John chuckles. "Sherlock smashed mine last night, so he got me a new one."
"Wow," Olive mutters. "You can just…do that?"
Sherlock shrugs.
John holds his phone up. "I need your number. And I also got a new one, so could you not give it to anyone?"
Olive nods. "Sure. Did your dad call or something?"
John's head snaps up to gaze at her. "How did you know?"
Olive bites her lip and glances at Sherlock.
John looks at Sherlock, too. "Is nothing sacred anymore?"
"She was asking me about my feelings!"
John rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
Olive gives John her number, then her phone vibrates with a text message. She blushes, then eagerly texts back.
Sherlock watches her, it driving him crazy that he doesn't know who she's talking to.
Wyatt walks passed them in the hall, and Sherlock notices that he's also viciously texting away. "Hey guys," he says, his gaze lingering on Olive.
Olive waves a stereotypical teenage girl wave, wiggling all of her fingers, then quickly texts again before shoving her phone back in her pocket.
"So, what are you guys doing this afternoon?"
"Well," John says, "I can't go anywhere for a while. I'm on unofficial lockdown. But Sherlock, don't you have a case to follow up on?"
Sherlock wasn't paying attention to them, still stuck thinking about Wyatt and Olive and texting, but when John asks him about the case, he blinks as if waking up. "Oh! Right, yeah, I need Lexus's number."
"Lex Hill?"
Sherlock nods. "Apparently, her cat's dead."
"Oooh," Olive sounds. "Fun. Can I help?"
Sherlock shrugs. "Sure. Since John can't."
"Just replace me," John mutters, scrolling through his phone to find the email containing Lexus's number.
"Well," Sherlock frowns. "You can't."
John chuckles, then holds up his phone for Sherlock to copy the number.
They go to class, and Sherlock texts Lexus as soon as he can.
To Lex Hill: Hi Lex, it's Sherlock. I got your email, I'm interested in solving your case.
From Lex Hill: SHERLOCK. OH MY GOSH. THANK YOU. I NEED YOU TO PROVE THAT MY BROTHER KILLED MY CAT.
Sherlock sighs, quickly realizing she's one of those first years; overenthusiastic, loud, and prone to caps lock.
To Lex Hill: I read the email. It'd help a lot if I could go to where your cat presumably died.
From Lex Hill: AT MY HOUSE. MY BROTHER SAID HE FOUND IT DEAD IN MY MUM'S LOO.
"Oh my god," Sherlock mutters out loud while reading her next caps lock filled text.
To Lex Hill: Text me your address and I can go check it out after school, ok?
Lex replies with her address in caps lock, so Sherlock decides he's gotten everything he needs from her and shoves his phone back into his pocket.
The rest of the day goes by quickly, because Sherlock is so eager to find clues about Lexus's case that all he thinks about all day are things to look for once he gets to her house.