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You: ((DeafLock/KidLock/Adpoted!Sherlock))((Gosh, so many AU's...)) Sherlock (5) had been adopted by John when he was practically a baby, having only just turned two. He loved John, he really did. More than anything. Sherlock considered him nothing short of his own father. He loved Baker Street and Mrs Hudson's buscuits and having John read him stories. The only thing he didn't like was the bullying at school. It wasn't his fault he was deaf. It didn't make him a freak, it /didn't/! His intelligence only seemed to male things worse. Today had been particularly bad, one of the boys having hit him in the stomach. He'd never been hit before. He walked home with John silently, and he knew the man was worried. Sherlock was always talking about what he'd learnt but today he just couldn't find the energy. He managed to make it all the way home before jumping into Johns arms and sobbing.

Stranger: John knew that something was wrong immediately. His perfect little boy, his happy, sweet, clever child had never been that quiet before. He watched him carefully as they walked, trying to figure out what was wrong. He worried that he wasn’t feeling well, he never liked seeing him upset. When he started to cry, however, he held him close against his chest and sat down on the stairs. He pulled away for a moment to sign at him. ‘Sherlock, what happened? Why are you crying?’

You: Sherlock couldn't stop crying, as hard as he tried. He held onto his father tightly, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. But, of course, he had to. He wasn't able to talk other wise. Well, he /could/, but he couldn't hear John. "The kids at school were picking on me. They called me a freak and they hit me. I don't want to go to school anymore, Daddy." he signed back, still sobbing.

Stranger: John sighed and started to rub Sherlock’s back slowly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He simply held him for a while, hoping to get Sherlock to calm down a little. Eventually, he pulled away to sign back to him. “You are not a freak. You are the most amazing little boy that I have ever met. They should have never been mean to you and hit you. I will speak to the teachers tomorrow. Are you still hurt, baby?” he signed, looking concerned.

You: Sherlock sniffed and nodded. "My tummy hurts. When I checked it at lunch it was turning purple." he admitted. He wiped his eyes and looked up at his father. He said that he wasn't a freak. He said he was amazing. He said they shouldn't be mean. If his Daddy said that, then it must be true. He Daddy was always right about these things. He cuddled into him again, resting his cheek against the soft jumper Daddy was wearing.

Stranger: John nodded a little and simply held him close again. He wished Sherlock could hear him, it would make everything so much easier, but he had learnt to deal with it in the time since he’d adopted him. He rubbed his back and rocked slowly, glad he wasn’t so upset anymore. He kissed his forehead and sat Sherlock back, lifting up his shirt. He swore under his breath. “I am so sorry this happened, baby. Can I take a picture, to show to your principal? This can’t happen to you, buddy. It’s not okay. I’m so sorry they did this to you.”

You: Sherlock nodded. "You can take a picture. It hurts. I don't want it to happen again. They're all so mean." He let out another sob and swallowed thickly. He leaned against his Daddy and swallowed again. "It was Jim who hit me. But everyone is mean. I don't have any friends because no one likes me." He clung onto Daddy's jumper and closed his eyes. He didn't want to tralk about it anymore.

Stranger: John nodded slowly and sighed. He needed to fix this. Sherlock loved school, he loved learning, and it was upsetting to see it all get ruined. But nothing was worse than his son saying that he had no friends. He loved Sherlock, with all his heart, and he knew just how brilliant and sweet his son was. He couldn’t understand why these boys were picking on him. He kissed his forehead and stood, hoisting him up. He’d get some biscuits and they could cuddle on the sofa. He’d make sure Sherlock felt better.

You: Sherlock rested on his shoulder as he felt himself being carried upstairs. He wrapped his arms around Daddy's neck and he sniffed slightly. His Daddy was so wonderful. He didn't understand why he couldn't just go to work with him. He'd help him and everything. He'd even try to be quiet. But no, he went to school and everyone picked on him. He hated it. Wait. His Daddy was a doctor. Maybe he could... "Can I get new ears?" he signed.

Stranger: ((Um im not sure if you saw it while you were typing but I really do have to go. Um, can you give me your email and I’ll send my reply when I wake up?))

You: ((Ah, yeah. Sure. I'm [email protected] XD))

Stranger: ((Thank you! I’ll send my reply in the morning. Bye!))