Little Sherlock chapter 2
Word quickly spread around the school that Sherlock Holmes had made a friend. Many didn't believe it until they saw John sitting across from that odd Holmes kid at lunch. John himself wasn't disliked, but his association with Sherlock kept him from making many other friends. He got on with largely everyone save of course Cletus Anderson, Sally Donovan, and Jeff Hope (the kid who had been killing rabbits) but conversations almost always led to 'why do you hang out with Sherlock Holmes of all people?' One girl had asked him if Sherlock really was a vampire. John dodged the questions and took it in stride. The fact was, Sherlock Holmes was the most interesting person he had ever met, and he really enjoyed spending time with him. After a day with Sherlock, John would be surprised by the mundaneness of ordinary conversation. The way that kid saw the world was just...different. It
Little Sherlock chapter 1Sherlock Holmes was an odd duck. Everybody said so. Teachers generally gave a sigh of relief when he left their classes. Other students avoided him like the plague. Of course, they had all loved his older brother. Mycroft was just a dear. What had gone so...strangely...with his little brother?
John Watson, aged 12, surveyed the classroom as he was presented in front of it. So normal. He barely noticed the dark haired boy at the back, bent over something on his desk. Mrs. Hudson put her hands on his shoulders in a motherly fashion to introduce him.
"Class, this is John Watson. He's just come back from a mission trip to Asia. His sister Harriet is a 5th year. I expect everyone to be welcoming and respectful to him. You may take a seat now, John." John glanced around the room, looking for an open seat.
"There's a free desk ju
Fortune Cookies"Care to make a guess?"
"Hm...Your mind is ingenious and you learn easily."
Long fingers cracked the cookie open.
"...You have a sense of the dramatic and a tendency towards display."
"Nothing, nothing. Predict mine?" Sherlock sighed.
"Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow." John split his cookie.
"You tend to draw out the love in others." John snorted and tried to hold in his giggles.
"Really, John. What is so amusing?"
"Oh. Um. It's quite childish, really. When we were kids, me and Harry used to think the words 'in bed' after every fortune cookie. See which ones were the funniest."
He received a blank stare.
"Well, I didn't expect you to get it, it's just something that I thought of."
"I get it, John. I just don't find it funny." John shrugged.
"To each their own. Open your next cookie."
"Eat your fruits and vegetables to stren
Long Title is Long Sweenlock 3The Rather Nasty Business on Fleet Street or: The Story of Watson's Mustache Chapter 3 (final)
The next two days blurred together in a rush of faces and useless names. Holmes was intent upon finding Johanna's origins, and became more and more intrigued when they did not present themselves easily. He also became desperate to find the old beggar woman. I could barely keep up with him as he ran from place to place, interrogating shopkeepers, orphanage workers, and beggars. Toby came about late the second day with little news about Johanna. Holmes told him to check mental asylums, and asked him about Mr. Todd.
"I don't 'ave much to do wiv Mr. Todd, truth be told. I mostly work for Mrs. Lovett, cleaning and whatnot. There's been a lot to do, recently. She's re-opening the shop, see? We've been remodeling. Should be open by the end of the week, way we've been at it.