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Chapter One: How They Met

A ten year old boy called John Watson was sitting in the park, his big sister, Harriet (Harry), aged twelve, was running around and jumping on and off the climbing frame. John, himself, was reading a book. Sure, he loved running and fighting as much as any boy his age would, but he preferred to read a good book. The book he was currently reading affecting his future, as he wanted to be a Doctor of some kind. John wore his favourite jeans, a knitted jumper and a large camouflaged jacket. John looked up from his book when he heard people talking very close to him.

"Sherlock, don't run off to far, you might insult someone and mummy can't get us out of that again - that poor woman, or was it a man?" a teenage boy said a little down from path, he looked to be around fifteen. Even though he was a teenager, the boy wore a suit, and was holding an umbrella. He was holding onto the arm of a ten year old boy, who was wearing jeans, shirt and a jacket, however they looked very expensive. The older boy had hair looked could be mistaken for red in certain light, and it fell down to his neck and covered his eyes while the younger boy had dark curly hair that did whatever it felt like.

"I'll be fine, Mycroft, I was four at the time" said Sherlock as he shrugged off Mycroft's arm and wandered away, knowing full well that Mycroft would keep his very large noise and I-Never-Miss-Anything eyes on Sherlock. Sherlock looked up to see a boy around his age doing something that his mother does all the time. Sherlock could not explain it, but he really wanted to go and talk to this boy.

John,meanwhile, had put his head back into his book and got a scare when the boy from before suddenly appeared beside him, in his personal space, reading the book.

"Yes?" John asked, blinking at Sherlock. Sherlock looked at him, barely glanced up and down before he began to talk.

"Your the son of a Captain in the army. He's home and you and your sister, who is a gay, got sent out the house so that he and your mother can have private time. You want to be a medical man, but you also want to be in the army like your father, so you are thinking of becoming an Army Doctor" Sherlock said, looking at John. John, understandably, was looking at Sherlock, gobsmacked.

"How did you..." muttered John. Sherlock looked down at his expensive trainers, thinking about how to answer without insulting anyone, which he was very well known for doing.

"Easy, you look uncomfortable here, and your wearing a army jacket that is too big on you - your Dad's in the army and has come home. The fact that you are reading a medical book suggests you want to go into medicine, but because you are wearing your father's jacket suggests that your wish to be in the Army, compromise, an Army Doctor" Sherlock said.

"Okay, and what about my sister?" challenged John. He did not see that his sister heard him, and looked over.

"You keep looking at her, and she has the same face - roughly - as you, a sister. And the fact that she has stared at every girl that walks past, over the age of fourteen, suggests that's she's gay, but hasn't told anyone yet as it is only a peek." The sister looked down, very angry.

"That's..." began John, staring wide eyed at Sherlock. Sherlock was back to staring at his feet.

"Irritating, annoying" he suggested with a meek voice, why did Mycroft even suggest to Mummy that Sherlock should go to the park, when they had enough money to buy a park and have it built in the back garden.

"Amazing."

To Sherlock, it looked like the whole world had come to a stand still. He didn't see the way that Mycroft stared at them, wide mouthed, or that Harry looked like she wanted to beat him up. All he could hear was that word. Amazing.

Sherlock looked up at John, and saw that he was telling the truth. John was smiling easily, his eyes were shining. He had no idea that he just basically changed Sherlock's life for ever.

"Your the first person to think that" whispered Sherlock.

"But why, that is amazing. Only difference is that it was my mother who came back from the army" said John.

"There's always something" muttered Sherlock.

"Yeah, but it was a mistake that anyone could make" said John and both boys jumped when he felt his mum's mobile vibrate from his pocket. Sherlock was staring at John as he opened the phone and read the text.

"Harry!" called John as he jumped down from the bench, closing his book once he was down.

As Harry was running over, John turned to Sherlock.

"Meet me here tomorrow" John said to Sherlock. Sherlock blinked.

"You want to be my friend?" he asked, his voice was tiny, he was still in shock after Amazing.

"Yeah, and I can find out more about you" smiled John. Harry stopped across the path from the bench and waited for John to approach him. John found a pen in his mum's pocket, tore a piece of paper from his book and wrote down his number.

"My name's John, John Watson" he said as he handed the note over.

"Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes" answered Sherlock, eyes still wide in shock, hand automatically accepting the note.

"See you tomorrow" smiled John, and he started to walk away with his sister, who stared back to Sherlock, anger in her eyes.

Once John was out of sight, Mycroft appeared beside his little brother, who was still sitting the same position, hand up and eyes staring where John had just disappeared.

"Who was that?" he asked, waking his brother up from whatever state he was in.

"My friend, John" said Sherlock, a smile slowly slid onto his face.

"Do you think he'll be a good friend?" asked Mycroft, sitting down beside his brother.

"He found me amazing."