A/N: *Does not give excuse for extremely late post*

**Just a warning to our younger viewers and anyone with triggers!**

This chapter does contain some adult language and some implying to some adult content. This is still rated T, so nothing explicit, but there is so implying to sex with multiple people at one point. While this person does give their consent, they do not truly want sex or enjoy it. If you do not understand what is going on, please message me or leave a review and I'll explain it best I can. This event will be brought up again later on in this story/series, but because this is a kid!lock, I will not go into too much detail on the matter.

July 11th, at 2pm

You're invented John Watson's 8th birthday party!

The party will be held at the Watson house from 2pm-5pm.

Please R.S.V.P at 151-555-9874

We'll see you there!

There was an identical note placed by each chair in their classroom. As the children rushed to their seats, they all picked up the notes and examined their own with curiosity. Pudgy, grabby hands flipped the cards over and read the words best to their understanding. Sherlock read the note and bite his lip, he remembered the excitement on John's face as he and Sherlock went very detail for the party at his house the day. John didn't want to have a huge party, but when began reciting the names of the kids from his class he wanted to invite, he soon realized that an 'intimate' ("Sherlock told me that word mummy! He says it means 'close together or familiar, and those are the only types of people I want at my party) little get together was not going to be possible. So while Sherlock wasn't exactly thrilled at all the kids in their class were invited, he took comfort in the fact that John's mother had planned a small party on John's real birthday for their family.

"-yeah, and my mum said we're going to have chocolate cake! And there's going to be LOADS of games!" As Sherlock returned from his musings, he found John chatting with Cathy about the party. Sherlock might have been jealous of the fact that John choose to spend his special day with his whole class, if it weren't for the fact that Mrs. Watson had agreed on letting Sherlock spend the night so he could help set up for the party the next day.

"Wow, I'm definitely going to ask my mum if I can go. She's always looking for ways to get me out of the house! Can my big brother come too? He's ten, so he's not too old."

John thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Ok, but only if he agrees to play with the rest of us. Harry is having her friend Clara come over and won't want to play any kids games."

"Alright class!" At the sound of the teacher's voice, all the little boys and girls hurried to their seats. "Now I know you're very excited about John's birthday coming up, but we still have our lessons to do! So, here's what we're going to do. Everyone is going to stand up and take their invitations over to the cubbies and put them inside their bag. They we're going to start our day with a little bit of math. Okay everyone, let's getting moving!"

~Five Months Ago~

"Clint, how could you?!"

"Oh, like this is my fault! If you hadn't taken that stupid vacation we would've had the money and wouldn't even be in this mess!"

"She's my mother Clint! I hadn't seen her since we got married! I wanted the kids to see her! If you had just been honest about the money we had in the bank-"

"Don't talk to me about honesty you slut! You seriously think I believe you went on that stupid trip just to see your mother? That's a load of shit!"

"You think I'm cheating?! Me? Seriously? I can't count all the times you spent multiple, multiple, days away from home! Your little bunny Bonnie ratted you out when she tried to rub it my face about you two 'made love' and that you're planning on leaving me for her!"

John didn't know what words like 'slut', 'shit' or 'bitch' meant. But he did know that the only time he's parents used them was when they were angry. Really, properly angry. As John lay in his bed, he could just imagine his father getting so angry that he turned green and into the hulk. Smashing his way around the house and breaking everything in sight.

"This isn't just anybody Clint! Not some stupid client of yours. This is the Holmes! Your son's best friend's family. These people are both rich and powerful! And you thought it was a good idea to sell off some family heirloom of theirs to a junkie?!"

"Shut your mouth you fucking bitch! I can get it back and tell them it was a mistake! Everything is settled! It's just this Esteban idiot-"

"I don't care! Just get this fixed before they involve the police! We're lucky enough as it is that they decided to handle this matter themselves and not get anybody involved. We'll be lucky if you keep your job!"

"Just shut up about it! I have everything under control! If anybody asks you anything, play stupid, that shouldn't be too hard for you! Trust me, if my job tried to fire me, there'll be hell to pay and they know it!"

Sherlock hadn't talked to him that day or the next. He still sat next to him, clung to John like a leach, but hadn't said a word. He gave sad smiles and had a worried look upon his face, neither of which Sherlock should ever have, in John's opinion. John knew his father had done something wrong involving the Holmes', but what he still wasn't sure. John did apologize to John in his father's place, but Sherlock just shook his head and left John a note in his backpack. It read that Sherlock wasn't mad at him, but that whatever his family had planned was already taking place, and he was worried that John's father would get angry and hurt John.

Now John was scared.

~Four Months Ago~

Clint paced in the living room as his wife sat on the couch looking over the letter they had received that day in the mail. In her mind, Penelope had a plan, she could never put it into action, but it was a plan none the less. 'get the kids pack, call my sister ahead, leave in the middle of the nigh-'

"I have a friend who can help us."

At her husband's words Penelope came out from her thoughts and looked up.

"He's mad at me for…cheating him…but I think I can talk him around. But he'll want payment."

"How much?"

Clint's face paled, he clenched his hands and turned his face away from his wife. "He won't want money; he's got plenty of it. Nah, he'll want pay back…"

"Clint, be plain, what does he want."

"I'll speak to him. We have a shift together in two days, and then I'll tell you."

~Two Days Later~

"What does he want?"

"Dinner and a show."

"…Okay."

John never argued or complained when he got the chance to spend time with Sherlock. But both their mothers would usually agree that having a sleepover on a school night was a bad idea. But tonight was different, and everybody could tell. Harry was spending the night at Clara's and John at Sherlock's.

"But Mummy, I thought we weren't allowed to have sleepovers in the middle of the week."

Penelope Watson smiled sweetly at her son as she helped him pack his bag. "I know honey, but Daddy and Mummy are having an adult party tonight. So no kids, trust me baby you'd get very bored."

"Can't I just stay up in my room and keep quiet?"

"No, I'm afraid daddy's friends are going to be very nosy, and I don't want you having trouble sleeping."

That was that, John was picked up by Sherlock's mum and Harry by Clara's. When John and Sherlock got to his house, neither mentioned that Sherlock had stared a moment too long at John's mum. Neither mentioned that Harry was extra quiet as she said good-bye to their mum. No one mentioned the fact that Penelope Watson had tears in her eyes as she turned away and closed the door behind her.