Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 15: The big question

"School's over." June woke Michael from his sleep. "I'm surprised no one found out that you were sleeping for the whole class."

Michael rubbed his eyes. "It's all about angle and precision." He got up from his seat and let out one last yawn. He then turned to June. "Umm... how's everything?"

"Good." June replied. Silence covered the room for a while. They stared at each other, not a word coming out from their mouths. "... It's getting awkward now." She said.

"So... Where are you going now...?" Michael tried to change the subject.

"Oh, I'm practicing for the music band next week." She said. "Me and few others are performing in front of the school on Tuesday."

"Music band...?"

She nodded. "Although we are desperately trying to find a guitarist... I know how to play, but I'm better at playing the piano."

"You can teach me." Michael suggested.

"Teach you...?" 

"Well, I did learn how to play the guitar when I was younger... Maybe you can just teach me a few more skills and tips? "

June was happy to let him join. "But I have to ask the others first." Michael followed her through the halls and into the music room. "Come on, you can meet the others."

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Michael walked into the room and the entire group introduced themselves.

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Jackson- Drummer

Noah- Bassist

Olivia- Singer

Sally- Flautist

June- Pianist

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"Michael." He introduced himself and forced a smile as he shook everyone's hands.

"So, what do you guys think?" June asked for everyone else's opinions.

Sally looked at him. "He seems like a nice person."

"Maybe we'll rehearse again on Thursday and see how it turns out?" Noah suggested. 

"I'll do my best." Michael added.

After a bit more of thinking, they nodded in agreement and decided to let him join the group. They waved goodbye before separating.

"We'll meet after school tomorrow for some guitar practice, okay?" June asked him before leaving.

"Thanks." Michael smiled as he walked out the school gates.

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Michael opened the door to find Sherlock doing his experiment. The usual. He didn't even realise that Michael came back late, which was a good thing. Sherlock continued with his 'experiment' - if that's what 'setting fire to a bloody bowl of eyeballs' means.

"Have you eaten lunch?" Sherlock asked.

"I bought some on the way home." Michael said as he took out a box of pizza. Just then, John came running up the stairs. "Sherlock? Michael?" 

The detective immediately turned to him. "What was the noise downstairs?" He took out a blow torch and started setting fire to an eyeball.

"It was Miss Hudson laughing." 

"It sounds like she was torturing an owl." John rolled his eyes at Sherlock.

John looked at his friend and let out a quiet laugh. "Yeah, well it was laughter."

"Could have been both." Michael snorted at his father's reply.

"You both busy?" The army doctor glanced at Sherlock and Michael.

"Just occupying myself. Sometimes it's SO hard not smoking." Sherlock groaned and accidentally dropped the eyeball inside his cup of tea. "Michael's eating lunch. Tea?"

"Ah. So... the big question." John said seriously as he sat in his chair. He looked at Michael and Sherlock. "The best man and pageboy. What do you think?"

A smile appeared on Michael's face. He was shocked and didn't think that John and Mary wanted him as the page boy for their wedding, especially  since they didn't meet for very long. "Thanks... I'll try my best." He said.

"Billy Kincaid." Sherlock hummed.

"Sorry, what?" John's face was full of confusion. Michael tried to cover his laughter.

"Billy Kincaid, the Camden Garrotter." Sherlock repeated. "The best man I ever knew. Vast contributions to charity never disclosed. Personally managed to save three hospitals from closure and ran the best and safest children homes in North England."

Sherlock continued to explain his opinion on best man. Ah, Sherlock. Michael couldn't hide his laughter anymore. "For his wedding." He told the detective.

"I need a best man for my wedding, remember?" John smiled.

"Oh, right." Sherlock hung his head. "Maybe not a garrotter. What about Gavin?"

John is even more confused now. "Who?"

"Gavin Lestrade. He's a man and good at it." 

Michael giggled. "It's Greg." John corrected. "And he's not my best friend."

"Oh, Mike Stamford, I see." Sherlock doesn't get it, doesn't he? 

"No, Mike's great. But he's not my best friend." John sighed. "Look, Sherlock. This is the biggest and most important day in my life-"

"Well..."

"No, it is. And I want to be up there with my best friend..." John said. Sherlock stared at him in confusion. "...You."

Sherlock blinked rapidly and continued to stare at John. "Sherlock?" Silence.

"Okay, it's starting to get a bit scary now." John said. Michael tried to stop himself from bursting out laughing. 

"So, in fact..." Sherlock said. "You, you mean... I'm your... best..."

"...Friend?" The detective asked in a sweet way.

"Man." John said. "Of course. Yeah, of course you are my best friend." Sherlock was surprised and frankly, still in shock. He took up his cup of tea and drank it, still processing on what John had just said.

"Well, how was it?" John asked. 

"Surprisingly okay." He muttered as the eyeball bounced up to the surface of the tea.

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Love this scene! Sherlock never thought that he would be anybody's best friend, let alone best man. The way Sherlock reacted when being asked to be best man was incredible, his face was truly priceless.