Johnlock Oneshots

Strangers?

"Come along now, John, we have a case to solve!" Sherlock yelled excitedly as he swung his pirate hook in the air. It was Sherlock's 10th birthday and they were hanging out as much as they could..John had to move away because his father was getting deployed.

"I thought we were playing pirates?" John asked, scrunching up his face in confusion. Sherlock sighed, annoyed.

"We're pirate DETECTIVES!" He shook his head at his friend's stupidity. This was how it was when Sherlock and John were younger. Sherlock is always finding a way to be smarter than John and John just wants to have fun with his best friend.

"Oh, right, yes of course." John said, "How could I forget." He spoke as he ran after Sherlock. The ravennette boy stopped in front of his Irish Setter.

"Oh no! Someone killed Redbeard!" He said as he dramatically fell to his knees and scanned the dog's body. Redbeard sneezed, causing John to giggle, "This isn't a laughing matter, John!" Sherlock gasped as if he offended him. His blond friend raised his hands up in defense.

"Sorry, Will." He said simply.

"We have to figure out who did it!" Sherlock took a magnifying glass from his pants pocket and looked over Redbeard, muttering to himself, "His fur is a bit messed up where he got hurt." He acknowledged, pointing to a spot of 'blood' (it was ketchup, of course). The taller boy then looked around at the grass, spotting something, "Look John! A clue!"

"..I don't see anything." John muttered almost to himself.

"It's a footprint!" He pointed to the spot of exposed dirt, "It's a size 9. You know who has size 9 shoes?" John nodded and Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him, "You have no idea, do you?"

"Not a clue." John admitted as he adjusted the eyepatch after he itched his eye.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock yelled and ran towards his house. John huffed and followed after him again, watching as his coat trailed behind the young detective. He watched as Sherlock practically tackled his older brother who was simply reading the newspaper on the couch, "I caught you, criminal!"

"Is this another one of your silly games, William?" Mycroft groaned, annoyed that he was interrupted.

"It's not a game!" Sherlock defended, "I'm trying to solve the case about who killed Redbeard!"

"Speak of the devil." Mycroft nudged Sherlock and noticed that Redbeard followed them. His usual red coat was dulled because of the dirt he was laying in. John held in his laugh as his friend looked embarrassed but said nothing.

"..I'm just trying to have fun with John, Myc-"

"It's Mycroft." He snapped, "Do not call me Myc, William." Sherlock huffed and got off of Mycroft, stomping away from his older brother and retreating to his room.

"I better um..go with him." John muttered and walked out of the living room and to Sherlock's room. He knocked on the door before opening the door. Sherlock was laying on his bed, face first into the mattress.

"Mmphf mfh mmmph!" Sherlock said, muffled by the mattress.

"What?" John asked as he sat by his friend's legs. Sherlock sat up and looked at John, his eyes now dull with boredom.

"I said Mycroft is an arsehole." He stated simply and John laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Don't listen to him, Will." He leaned over and hugged Sherlock, "You can do whatever you want! He's not the boss of you."

"Yeah, but he acts like he's literally the government." The ravenette grumbled and looked up to the clock, "You have to leave soon." He said sadly, changing the subject. John looked up at the clock. It was true, his mum would be here any moment to pick him up. They sat there in silence until Sherlock spoke quietly.