Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Clever boys(Panlix ft. Sherlock/John)

Peter's back pocket vibrated when his uncle, Dr. John Watson, called him.

"Hello?" Peter asked.

"Peter? I need you and Felix to come to 22 Northumberland street quick, there has been another suicide and Sherlock and I need you two." John rushed.

"Okay, we'll be there in a few," Peter said and he hung up, he ran around the corner and yelled down the hall. "Felix! Get your arse down here! Uncle John needs us quick!"

There was a scramble from the upstairs of the loft and Felix came bounding down the stairs, struggling to get his shirt over his head.

Then he stumbled down the stairs some more before he fell flat on his face. Peter rolled his eyes and quickly rushed to Felix's aid. He helped him stand to his feet then went to go fetch his coat when he heard an annoyed grunt.

Peter chuckled and helped Felix tug his shirt the rest of the way down. Once it was, Peter gave a quick peck on his nose and then pulled his coat the rest of the way on.

"Come on Peter, I don't think your uncle is going to be happy that we're late." Felix said as he closed the door to 221a behind him and Peter. Felix stepped to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a cab. When a cab pulled over, Felix opened the door for Peter. The boy climbed in and Felix shut the door behind them.

"Uncle John will be fine. I mean, what did he expect when two college-aged teenagers showed up at his door? Might I add, we were suspended from school for... intimate purposes." Peter smirked and nudged Felix in the ribs. Felix looked down at his lap to hide his blush.

Peter smirked and continued.

"We were suppose to just make out behind the bleachers, but someone's hands got a little... touchy and then we got caught," he leaned over and nibbled on Felix's earlobe. "We never did finish..."

Felix's cheeks flushed pink and he turned look out the window.

"We're here, Peter." He said and they climbed out of the car.

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"Oi! Peter!" Lestrade called over to the two boys. Peter turned around and walked towards the detective.

"Yes Greg?" he asked, tucking his hands into his pockets after he tightened his scarf.

"Your uncle is inside... who's this?" Lestrade asked, nodding to Felix. Peter smiled.

"He's my boyfriend. We got suspended from school and mum said I had to come stay with Uncle John and some guy named Sherlock? Anyways, we arrived here two days ago and we've been living in the apartment above them til the school lets us step forth in their halls again." Peter informed Lestrade. He nodded.

"Oh, there you are!" A voice called out. Felix and Peter turned around to see John Watson quickly walk over to them. He stepped between the two and linked arms with them. "They're with me, Sherlock's upstairs and they've come to help."

He turned around and began dragging Peter and Felix upstairs of the apartment, "Now Sherlock is very... difficult to work with, but once you get to know him, he's a wonderful detective," John said, giving them the run-down as they walked up the stairs. As the approached the door, Felix could hear yelling inside.

"Any advice, Uncle John?" Peter said sarcastically, smirking to himself.

"Yeah, uh, don't get in his way." John said as he opened the door.

Inside was a man with curly dark brown hair dressed in a suit. He was pacing the room as he tugged at his hair harshly.

"Anderson! Turn around! Your face is distracting me!" he yelled at a man. The man rolled his eyes.