Teenlocked

Chapter eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

John backs up and wipes his mouth.

"I.....i......i......I......"

Sherlock wipes of his mouth as well.

"Oh....jeez...I-I'm sorry I di-didn't see you.."

John is still wiping his mouth at this point a little flustered.

"It's alright mate....where did you go?"

John is secretly trying to decide if he liked that or not.

"To visit my sister...and we finally picked a name for the bee...it's carol." Sherlock holds out the back of his finger so john can see her and in return john finger waves to carol.

"How old is she....your sister?"

"Seven."

John smiles "aww precious." He looks at his watch for the time.

"Oh crap!" He exclaims. "I have to go!"

"Alright...that's fine. You can go. My parents are probably waiting for me anyway..."

"Thanks mate" he says with a smile. "Thank you for making her so happy." [maya] "it was wonderful." John runs out the sliding doors and sherlock watches him until he is only a distant dot.

Sherlock walks out of the hospital with a dorky smile on his face and walks home. When he opens the door mycroft is reading the paper on the couch that sits by the window on the right side of the door.he doesn't even look up.

"What is it that has you so happy, brother dear?"

Sherlocks smile instantly disappears. "Nothing of your business."

"Hmm.." Mycroft says bluntly as he looks at sherlock and stands. "Saw clara did you?"

"Yes. And she thinks your fat."

They both share a smirk only mycroft gives him the "I have a high position in the British government and you don't " smirk.

"Yeah that's like her.....met a boy did you?" He raises his eyebrows and sherlock reruns his comment with a scowl.

"Maybe?! But what's it to you?!"

"Just general curiosity....parents aren't home so don't worry....hand them over."

"No! Why?!"

"Hand them over brother dear or you know what happens." Mycroft will take away sherlocks custody of clara when he turns eighteen.

Sherlock sighs. "Alright." He says as he plops his cigarette pack and lighter into mycrofts hand which he then dumps in his pocket.

"Thank you." "Now about this boy sherlock." He crosses his arms." What's his name?"

"Why do you care?"

"Why wouldn't I?" "Name. Now."

"John....john Watson...."

"And you have feelings for him?"

"Yes." He says rather quietly as he sinks into his collar a bit.

"Relax brother dear I'm only trying to figure out what I need to help you hide from father."

"Oh." He move back out. "I don't think you should bother with it though.... I don't think he likes me."

"What makes you think that?" He points to the couch and sits in the chair opposite of it.

Sherlock sits down on the couch and shrugs.

"I don't know...he actually puts up with me.....he gives me nicknames. And he thought I would murder him."

They share a huff of a laugh.

"He's a keeper if he thinks your a murderer." He chuckles slightly.

"Nicknames huh? How does that make you feel?"

"It depends....some of them I like, like "bee keeper"....some of them are a little annoying like "suspenders"....or "acne"..."

Mycroft laughs. "That's clever....has he called you William yet?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah....is that not good?"

"No it's fine....did you kiss him?" Mycroft asks with tremendous curiosity.

Sherlock shrugs. "I guess...it was an accident in the hospital. We bumped into each other and he contemplated on whether or not he liked it..."

Mycroft laughs in reply. "Did he say anything!?"

"He stuttered."

Mycroft laughs again. "Oh I remember being sixteen.....I was slim!" He has another laugh and so does sherlock.

"I don't remember that." Sherlock says teasing.

"I looked like you scrawny.....how was clara?"

"She was good.... She asked me when she could finally leave. I want to take her out now. So badly."

Mycroft is quiet for a minute then gets his crazy smile which usually means he's up to something as he runs to the computer.

"Mycroft?! What are you doing?!"

"Come here!"

Mycroft is messing around with government files as he pulls up sherlocks file and puts under "children" " Clara Marie Holmes to be released from St. Bart's mental ward 2/4" [the next day].

Mycroft also goes off and looks for flats then comes across "221b Baker Street." As he smiles and emails the land lady about sherlock informing her he will be staying there.

"Mycroft what did you just do?!?!?!"

Sherlocks standing behind him now as the printer is going off. Mycroft takes the paper off and hands it to sherlock.

"Your getting your wish little brother. Full custody of clara."

The paper he was handed was an adoption certificate.

Sherlock smiles and takes the paper. "Are you serious?!"

Mycroft nods with a smile of his own.

"She's yours."

Sherlock is ecstatic. "YES! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" He bolts up the stairs to pack his things as quickly as possible.