Caring is not an Advantage [private]

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    [color=black]OOC- Sorry, this is gonna be kinda short :( I need to post in the Skulls, so I don't have enough time to write a masterpiece XD[color=black]


    IC- For once, the detective wasn't in a hurry. His most recent case, involving half a pair of glasses, had been solved. In all honesty, it hadn't been a particularly difficult case. All the clues Sherlock required were blatantly obvious upon entering the crime scene - a suspiciously placed footprint, a sprinkling of very specific tobacco ash in the corner, three fragments of strategically broken glass... it was a 'walk in the park', as Molly would say. Molly. That name brought a sweet smile to the man's lips, and the harshness of his steely visionaries softened, though the change would be unnoticable by any average passerby.


    However, the young boy sitting upon those plastic waiting room chairs was not an average passerby.


    ((this turned out to be longer than I had expected :) ))[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    Instinct, nothing more drove this little boy to wrap his arms around his broken body. It was natures way of getting him to create a protective shell around himself but the human knew that against man it was useless and offer nothing in ease to the pain he received on a daily basis.
    No one noticed the no one boy. He expected as much. It was comforting however to know that here at least he might get some time of rest bite from the devil with demons for eyes that others might call home life but he would call existence. It had been a struggle to just drag himself through the doors of that bussing hospital but once here he feared asking for help, they would hurt him if he dared speak. So there he sat, contented in separation and silence (even though filled with agony) while he waited through the nothingness that had already take his childhood, for what he knew could only be an ultimatum of torment.

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    IC- With a quick glance to his left, it was clear to Holmes that if he were to stand in the queue at the front desk, it would take him approximately thirteen minutes to gain access into the labs. Rather than wasting energy by remaining upon his feet, the detective made the rather obvious decision to find a seat.


    A change in path lead Sherlock to the busy seating area. There were no 'alone' chairs - chairs with no one sitting on either side - left, unfortunately. The dark-haired man's best bet would be to sit beside the young boy, who showed too many signs of nervousness to be a conversational personality. No further observations were made, as for once, Holmes found himself with the lowest level of interest in discovering more.[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    A blacked eye allowed it's self to peer out from small gap in it hidden position so that it could watch cautiously the man with the curly hair who now sat beside him. It was a combination of interest and fear that drove him to watch the tall, the wonder of who he might be but also the pain such a big, rather strong looking man could deal if he so choose.
    Now he was just praying that this would be one of the nice ones, maybe there would be a bit of bread in it for him if he smiled, so he did, peeping his head up for a second, before ducking away into himself. That was stupid, surely he would be hurt now. In his terror he brought his knees up, he was trembling terribly, ready to for a hard hand where ever it so pleased on his weak and frail body.

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    IC- Sherlock raised an dark eyebrow as the boy curled up into the chair, trembling in what Mycroft had told him could be described 'fear'. The detective had been afraid before, but even his own emotions never seemed to connect in the complex system that was the mind of Holme's. It occurred to the man that perhaps he should ask the child 'are you okay?'. That's what normal people did, wasn't it?


    'Are you... erm, alright...?' Sherlock recited the phrase John had taught him rather awkwardly, finding the concept of 'comfort' a tremendously difficult one to master.[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    He shrugged a little nervously, taking a moment, only a moment to look up onto the mans face before he recoiled and looked down at his hands. Being talked to like that, in a calm-ish sort of way was something that was common in his life, there were people who walked the streets that sometimes gave him a scrap or two, a word of advice but could give him nothing more, certainly not their time which was mostly spent begging, drinking or not making their way in the world. There were of course those who weren't so friendly. Help was not something that he received, in fact he wasn't sure if he knew the word.

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    [color=black]OOC- Where has my muse gooooooone...?[color=black]


    IC- An expressionless 'Hm' was the detectives only reaction. Sherlock wasn't sure if he was expected to do something else. What would a five-year-old version of himself want when upset? The answer to that question made him groan inside. A very young Sherlock would've wanted big brother to come and play with him. The dark-haired detective let out a sigh. A lot had changed between the siblings since he was that age. Sherlock could barely look at his brother without getting irritated by his mere presence. Butt, it wasn't as if no bond was held between them; the older had confessed to the younger that he would suffer the emotion of 'devastation' should anything happen to Sherlock. Shame it didn't work the other way round.[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    The little boy knew no family. He had parents yes but they weren't family. He knew that family were people that looked after each other no matter what and were there for them. The two people who didn't wait for him at home and people who had as much home as he did who might be a better candidate for a family then the others. Before that he had know the knuckles of adults, supposedly his parents and their friends, the people who came into the house and bought little bags of whitish powders or liquids, all wide eyed and dizzy. There were some who told him things would be ok with them, but then had hurt him in the small lonely bedrooms of care homes.

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    IC- Was he supposed to say something. He was, wasn't he? The detective glanced briefly at the floor, as though he may find an answer there. Sherlock wanted to get up and walk away from this scene, and if his conversational partner had been anyone else, that's exactly what Holmes would have done. What was stopping him? Something was messing with the system in Sherlock's mind. It wasn't working. Thoughts were becoming tangled more than they usually did, and no solution the detective created seemed to make sense.
    Why was this unimportant little boy complicating Holmes' thinking process so much?


    'Do you... Why are you here?' the words Sherlock spoke came unexpectedly, surprising the dark-haired man as they fell from his mouth.[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    The man beside him was still there, he hadn't walked away or started to ignore him, instead this was him trying to start convocation. Intriguing at the very least. Though talking could be dangerous, he might tell him something that might make his parents angry and there was nothing more scary then that. Maybe answer his question might not be too risky, if he didn't say too much that was. No, no, he couldn't if his parents didn't hurt him then the man would. People always hurt him. Always. Even the allegedly good would shout him away or cast harshly back into the street the boy with nothing, mothers 'protecting' their own young from the infection of poverty, shop owners obeying the call of societies stereotypes or the homeless themselves who disregarded him as someone else's problem when they knew where help for such a child might come from in the form of shelters or the agency, there had been countless opportunity by many to save him soul form what might have been a few days in the approaching winter the an ultimatum of a short life.
    Another small shrug could be seen coming from his young shoulders, unsure how he could possibly answer without finding more pain coming from somewhere within seconds. He curled up tighter and tighter still until it was almost impossible. Quietly small sobs could be heard from inside the bundle, the already existing cuts were opening while he tensed, spilling crimson onto his torn and grubby clothes but he could do nothing in fear of more being added to the great number.

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    [color=black]OOC- I'm at the worst stage of my muselessness, so you're gonna have to put up with this little post... Sorry~[color=black]


    IC- Sherlock ignored the boy's reaction. Why were people so difficult to communicate with? Anyway, it made no difference to the detective whether this child was 'alright' or not. Clearly he wasn't, but in all honesty Holmes could not be bothered to push for more information.


    But, when the boy began to bleed, Sherlock felt a hugely unexpected wave of protectiveness sweep over his senses.


    'Um, you're... You're bleeding,' the dark-haired man spoke cooly, though truthfully, he was starting to panic. Why did it suddenly feel like it was his responsibility to do something? He was Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes didn't look after little lost children. What was going on?[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    ((Its fine, India))


    No matter how soothing a voice the detective had the young boy could not help by shiver with fear, both at it's baratonic boldness and the obvious size and strength of the man next him which could deal far heavier blows then he ever would have experienced. Though it was odd for any one to stay and to continue speaking to him, he could help but feel now that he was teasing that soon, very soon he would pounce with a hard, unforgiving hand. In truth he was clueless how he was suppose to react to such people, if he spoke he would say something wrong resulting in pain and now that he was staying silent it was almost certain that the man would take it as being ignored concluding in pain, again. The matter of the fact was that he wasn't going to do anything, wasn't going to speak to any one nor move unless someone with the power of force made him too because that's what he had come to resort to so that he never did anything too badly wrong.

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    IC- 'Fine,' the detective exhaled slowly, ready to give up on John's whole 'For God's sake, Sherlock, you need to actually communicate with people' thing. 'I tried.'


    If this little boy didn't want to make the effort, then so be it. Of course, observation told Holmes this evidently was not true, but he was in no way going to accept that he had to something more. Sherlock'd already been polite, so what else did this kid want? The dark-haired man was certain he would never even think of having any children; Watson was enough to look after.[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    Clearly the man was getting annoyed now. Oh no. Anger always came next. If had too. Annoyance always meant anger. A million and one things went through his head in one second as he tried to determine what to do. The waiting room was too crowed, it would take too long to run. There was no where to climb, no where to escape too. He was stuck in the here and now. He would have to take the blows and the wrath of the man. At the thought of heavy strikes he curled up even tighter and tighter still, the bleeding getting heavier with every pull of his aching muscles. It was as if he were felling the already. Down his back. In his stomach. On his head, the ones that often knocked him clean out for hours. Desperately he clung to himself so that he wouldn't be thrown open and made to watch the fist or the boot or the enraged face. None of which he could bare to witness. Maybe all that might have been evidence of his inner fear apart from the tensing was small whimpers of non-existent pain and sobs of sorrow. It didn't matter now if they were heard or not because he would be hurt anyway but they were still weakly quiet.

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    IC- Holmes, now completely ignoring the boy, reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a black, clearly well-used iPhone. Upon pushing the circular 'home' buttom, the detective's lock screen came to life, displaying an unread message from Molly Hooper.


    'Are you here yet? I made you coffee :) Black with two sugars, just what you like xx'
    Busy. -SH


    Without any hesitation, Sherlocked tapped 'send'. It wasn't like he needed to visit Molly. However, the thought arose that perhaps Hooper knew how to correctly interact with a mute five-year-old.


    'What do I do with a mute five-year-old? -SH'[color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

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    IC- 'That doesn't answer my question. SH'
    'But I don't see any parents. SH'    [color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    'You're at the hospital right? MH'
    'A mute five year old without parents in a hospital. That is an odd combination. MH'
    'I think he probally needs some attention of some sort but is too afraid to ask or reply to offers. This might not be fun but you.might have to pretty much pick him up and take him into a doctor.MH'

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    IC- 'I don't know how. -SH'
    'Do I say something? -SH'
    'What do I do? -SH'
    'I don't know anything about caring for children. -SH'    [color=black]


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    [size=8][align=center][color=black]Life is like a cherry blossom. It doesn't last long, so make the most of its beauty while you can.

    'Just try it. Dont hold him upsides down though, thats not good but it sounds like he needs to see someone even if you take him to John. MH'