"This is John." the lady said to Mrs.Hudson, the head of the orphanage.
"John! What a sweet child!" Mrs. Hudson said and led John inside.
"Sherlock! I want you to meet someone!" she yelled. Six year old Sherlock ran downstairs and saw John. Seven years old. Parents died in a war. No close family besides his sister but she ran away.
Mrs. Hudson introduced John and left.
"Hi." John said.
"Afgahinstan or Iraq? Which did your parents die in?" Sherlock asked. John was quiet for a moment, then his eyes started to fill up with tears. Sherlock was a bit surprised.
"Are you going to cry?" he asked. John shook his head and wiped away his tears. Silence started to fill the room.
"My parents were murdered." Sherlock said quietly. John looked up at Sherlock.
"I knew who killed them but the police won't listen to me. They're stupid." Sherlock said. John nodded.
"Do you have any pets here?" John asked and looked around. Sherlock nodded.
"I have Redbeard. My dog." Sherlock said just as Redbeard walked in. John smiled and petted him.
"I like him." John said. Sherlock smiled.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
