Have You Meet My Son?
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Sherlock Holmes Watson was having a birthday today. December 21st. He was to be turning 28. He was getting old in his terms but his father said he was still plenty young. That's what he had said three years ago anyways. The birthday boy had cut off ties with him for a while.
You see..... Sherlock Holmes Watson was.... special to say the least. Most people had lived through childhood once, Sherlock live through it twice.
No, he wasn't born again, He had a continues life like everybody else. He just took a pill that had de-aged him physically , and almost emotionally. Mentally, though, it did not. He still had memories from his first childhood, of his Brother Mycroft, of his days at uni, the times when he was a junkie, When he meet John...
John... He could never forget that name or that man no matter how long he hovered the damn folder over the recycle bin. Sometimes it was frustrating. He wanted to certain things about that man. Like how he smiled, the things he said, his laugh when he was nervous, when her was happy, the way his heart would skipped a beat when he was around him....
It was wring. It was more than wrong. By law, it was incest. john was his father in his second childhood. John thought of him as a son, not a flatmate who was married to his job but was thinking about getting a divorce anymore.
As a kid, Sherlock didn't have that problem. It was became a problem when he hit puberty though. He found it a problem keeping it down around John. Curse of the young, you meet again....
The other problem was Mycroft. That bloody git had to check up on John!? How could-- Why!? He wanted to shout at him to go away, to never come back. but, of course, he couldn't. Instead, he couldn't. Instead, he pretend to be scared of him and hid in his room.
What was funny about it though, was when Mycroft first saw him. his eyes went wide as saucers, and he froze long enough for Sherlock to notice but John to NOT notice. Silly man. Maybe if he saw the things he saw....
Though, when Mycroft heard what his name was, he gave a secret eye roll that Sherlock caught. It clearly meant, 'of COURSE he named himself after himself. OF COURSE'.
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It was a nice childhood Sherlock lived through the second time. He wished it would never end. He wished that maybe..... just maybe..... this could last forever. That no matter what, this would be forever.....
But it wasn't.... Something hat it out for Sherlock and had him grow. He was beginning to look like his 'past' self and it caused John pain.
He did not want to see that face on him ever again. The day before he went off to uni, Sherlock was doing some last minute packing, looking around the room for anything that he might have missed. John had appeared in the door way of his bedroom. His eyes were blood shot and watery.
"So you're leaving...." John tried to hold his composer but he was losing it. He was going to cry once he left the room.
"Yeah...." Was the only thing that Sherlock could say. Of all the things that he could have said, 'Yeah...." was it. Dammit, that was all he could think of.
"Well..." Pause. "I-I hope...." Sniff. ".... you have fun."
'Please don't leave me as well....'
John turned to leave. Sherlock didn't have the heart to stop him, to say something to comfort him. He felt guilty, and so sad. He suppose to make John happy.... not sad... anything but sad.... anything but sad....
Sherlock was brought back to the reality on his 28th birthday by the phone ringing. It was the same vintage phone ringing he had on his old phone in his 'past' life. He answered it cautiously. "Hello....?"
"Sherlock....?"
"John...."
Today, he would tell John who he really was....
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I wanted to write what happened afterwards but I think I'll that part to you. :]
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