The years had flown by, it seemed. There were first steps, first words, first solid foods, first time reading and writing (early, like Sherlock had been as well), the terrible twos (which had been from about 18 months to about 3.5 years and were pretty terrible at times), and then first days of school.
School had tested them all. He'd always been quite a handful, but at school, the teachers had a hard time keeping him in check. He was very intelligent, and that was the problem, that the subjects bored him.
So he got pushed forward, and things got a bit better for a time.
And then he started getting into fights. Not to be a bully, but to defends others against their bullies.
Sherlock was out on a case with Lestrade, it was 4 or 5 at the most, but he'd relaxed his rules long ago on what he'd leave the flat for.
He got a call from John, listening carefully to what had happened. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Graham, I have to go. Look for the woman's chiropractor. He did it." Without another word, he went to the main road, grabbed a taxi, and headed to William's school.
He met John there in the office. William was sitting there next to him, swinging his tiny legs (he was smaller than all his classmates, doubly so because he was a grade ahead of where he should have been. His head was down, his hands were clapsed together in his lap, and he was deathly silent.
"What did he do, John?" He asked, in an exasperated tone, looking between the two of them. It was obvious that Wiliam knew he was there, but he still said nothing.
That was when Sherlock saw it.; There was just a slight movement of William's head, and his mop of curly hair that had been in the way cleared enough to see a very nice black eye forming on his left eye.
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School had tested them all. He'd always been quite a handful, but at school, the teachers had a hard time keeping him in check. He was very intelligent, and that was the problem, that the subjects bored him.
So he got pushed forward, and things got a bit better for a time.
And then he started getting into fights. Not to be a bully, but to defends others against their bullies.
Sherlock was out on a case with Lestrade, it was 4 or 5 at the most, but he'd relaxed his rules long ago on what he'd leave the flat for.
He got a call from John, listening carefully to what had happened. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Graham, I have to go. Look for the woman's chiropractor. He did it." Without another word, he went to the main road, grabbed a taxi, and headed to William's school.
He met John there in the office. William was sitting there next to him, swinging his tiny legs (he was smaller than all his classmates, doubly so because he was a grade ahead of where he should have been. His head was down, his hands were clapsed together in his lap, and he was deathly silent.
"What did he do, John?" He asked, in an exasperated tone, looking between the two of them. It was obvious that Wiliam knew he was there, but he still said nothing.
That was when Sherlock saw it.; There was just a slight movement of William's head, and his mop of curly hair that had been in the way cleared enough to see a very nice black eye forming on his left eye.