Thank you all for the reviews, favorites, and follows for this story! This is the last chapter, but don't worry! I know I promised on at least two chapters, but I decided that four chapters was good enough for a start. I plan on making a kid!lock series. It'll be called 'The Starting Point' and each chapter (being rather long hopefully) with be for each grade that they'll be in. All the way through highschool to university. I think it'll be eventual Johnlock too. But anyways, let's get on with this story!

Reading together in the far corner of the classroom, surrounded by bookshelves and some plush cushions for sitting on, Sherlock and John read to themselves and sometimes each other if they both really liked the book. John picked out adventure books while Sherlock picked out the ones with facts inside about anything from dinosaurs to cars.

Sherlock could read better and faster than John, so if they read together, Sherlock would help John with the more difficult words while John helped Sherlock with understanding why something happened the way it did. Like in one book a girl became upset when her older brother took her favorite doll. Sherlock didn't understand why the brother would take the doll because he clearly didn't have a need for it, and John told him that the brother probably just wanted to pick on the little sister like siblings usually do.

"Mycroft never takes my toys. Does your sister take your toys?" Sherlock asked, his bright eyes filled with mild curiosity.

"Sometimes. Then Mum yells at her for it and Harry gives 'em back," John replied, a smug smile on his face, remembering when his mum would take his side rather than Harry's. His dad though usually takes Harry's side, saying that John was too old for toys. But he's only six, how could he be too old for toys?

Sherlock nodded, "I'm bored." But at the same time he said that, Mrs. Hudson announced that it was lunch time, and the class lined up at the door to head to the cafeteria down the hallway. Jumping up, John grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled him to the line, eager to eat something. A few hours with your best friend could tire you out.

The cafeteria was a huge room, with many long tables and posters and artwork made by students from last year still hung up on the walls, adding color to the green walls of the room. Second, third, fourth, and fifth graders were already at their own tables, talking excitedly to their friends, exchanging stories about their summer.

After getting their food, Sherlock and John sat together as far away from each other as possible, as much as John wanted to make new friends, he also was rather content just being with Sherlock. He could just make more friends later.

"How was your summer?" John asked, chewing his sandwich and talking with his mouth full.

Sherlock looked up from his food, not really eating, he shrugged, "It was okay. I went to a science museum that wasn't as dull as I thought it was going to be. They had Tesla coils and everything. It was fun."

John nodded happily, but didn't know what a Tesla coil was, so he asked, "What's a Tessa coil?"

Sherlock perked up, secretly eager to tell someone what he knew, "A Tesla coil is a huge circuit thing that creates lots of electricity on its own. They can be really big or really small. At the museum they had both, and I got to touch one that made my hair stand up."

John beamed, amazed that his friend got to touch one without getting shocked, "Wow. I went to the beach with my parents and with Harry. Mum and me collected sea shells and Harry got to see a starfish. It was cool." Sherlock smiled and nodded. After a few more minutes of eating, John noticed that Sherlock wasn't eating.

He frowned, "Sherlock, how come you're not eating?"

Sherlock shrugged, "I'm not hungry." John frowned deeper, his mum told him that you have to eat or else you get sick and weak. And John wanted to be a doctor so he took that to heart.

"At least eat something! Eat some of your sandwich. It's good," John insisted firmly. Sherlock stared at John for a few moments before finally slowly picking up his sandwich off his tray and biting a small piece off. John smiled, glad that he got his friend to eat so he wouldn't get sick.

"See? Not bad!" John exclaimed. Sherlock blinked, the sandwich wasn't too bad, too much jam for him though.

Lunch ended, and after washing their hands and going to the bathroom, the first graders headed back to their classroom. They still had about two more hours of free time before school ended and their parents would pick them up. The kids went back to their usual groups and Sherlock and John went back to reading together in the book corner.

"What do you want to read next?" John wondered. Sherlock picked out a really big book on detectives, about an inch thick. John's eyes widened a bit, amazed that Sherlock wanted to read such a bit book.

"This. I want to become a consulting detective, so I might as well read this," Sherlock stated almost matter-of-factly.

John tilted his head, not really knowing what a 'consulting detective' was, "What's that?"

Sherlock huffed, but at the same time was glad that he finally got to tell someone what that was, "I invented it, I get to consult the police when they have to solve crimes." John smiled, "That's so cool!"

Sherlock blinked at John in disbelief, "Really?"

John nodded, "Yeah." Sherlock blushed and smiled to himself, already really liking John. He had never had a friend before, in preschool and kindergarten he was always alone, so he got used to it and made a friend out of himself. But having a real life friend was amazing and brilliant, and Sherlock was happy.

Sitting together on a large blue cushion, they read the detective book together, Sherlock helping John with the more hard words and John telling Sherlock all he knew about medical stuff, like doctoring and forensics. Soaking up each other's company, time flew by and before either of them knew it, the school day was over.

"Okay, dearies. I hope you had a fun day here! I'll see you tomorrow," Mrs. Hudson announced cheerily. The kids said their goodbyes and headed to their parents waiting for them at the door or outside. John's sister Harry appeared in the door way, she was in eleventh grade, already a junior. She looked similar to John, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. The only difference was that Harry had more of a wild look where John had more of a calm, collected look.

"Come on, John! Mum is waiting for us," she yelled. John hugged Sherlock and said sadly, "Bye, Sherlock. I'll see you tomorrow." Sherlock wasn't used to being hugged a lot, but tried his hardest to not look dumb and hugged back. He was upset too that he wasn't going to be with John, but hid it.

"Bye, John," Sherlock whispered. Waiting for Mycroft to show up, Sherlock waved to John and couldn't wait to tell Mummy how he had made a new friend like she said he should. He also wanted tomorrow to come, so he could see his best and only friend again.