Kidlock: a johnlock fanfiction

The car door closed as the last one of the passengers left the vehicle. The watson family had a new neighbor, settling in the house next to theirs.

The youngest member of the family is john watson, he just reached the age of seven a few months ago while his sister, harriot is three years older. Adding their parents that's everyone in the family. John and his sister's relationship is quite complicated, something to do with the past; she does try and talk to him but john's the one not giving an effort.

Nothing really happens to john, just a normal boy with nothing to do. he regretted agreeing to spend his summer in the said household when he couldve stayed in his boarding school for the next months. At least there its probable that another mate of his would stay too.

"John, please come down" his mother called from downstairs.

" what is it?"he called back.

"come with me next door so we can meet our new neighbors."

"I'm coming." John replied back. It was better than sitting there waiting for the time to pass by.

When the door was answered after a few knocks, greetings were exchanged. They met a woman, who was probably around her late forties, if you bother to observe past her beautiful features you would see wrinkles that have been long there.

She lead the pair in, apologising for all the mess for they had just only moved in this morning. they were given tea and ate a few biscuits as they talked about the house and a bit on their personal lives.

John couldn't help but feel he was being watched, sitting there uncomfortably as he looked around.

They left a bit over an hour later. It was around four in the afternoon when john went back to his room. He sat at his window sill, on his favorite spot in the silence save for some birds in the tree nearby or the wind softly howling.

"I'ts most likely you will fall" john quickly turned his head to the direction of the speaker, clearly bewildered.

"how long have you been there?" john asked the little boy that peaked from the window opposite his.

"Long enough to know that youre getting a bit sleepy, you'll fall right off the edge."

"you must be the son of mrs. holmes, the woman we met awhile ago." John said, addressing the other boy while he slowly stepped off the window sill.

"I'm John, John Watson." John introduced himself.

"Sherlock Holmes." the boy flashed a small smile, which john returned as he folded his arms on the window sill and once again stared at the birds settled on a branch.

"you're alone." sherlock stated.

"what makes you say that?" john faced him once again, their eyes met.

"you're mad at your sister and you're really bored." sherlock continued.

"would you like to come over?" sherlock said after a few moments.

"sure" john, after moment of hesitation.

Sherlock met him at the door. The boy was shorter than john, by four inches. Dark curly hair, and a thin frame compared to john, is the opposite.

"come on." sherlock quickly took his hand and ran as soon as he opened the white wooden door.

"where are we going?" john asked.

"youll find out eventually." sherlock said, rounding a corner.

They stopped at sherlock's bedroom, it was rectangular, with a matress on a bed frame and a few unpacked boxes.