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Sherlock stared at the young boy a moment, looking back into those innocent eyes and looking at the mussed up dirty blonde hair. Sherlock had to look twice a moment, staring hard at him, before he could catch the breath he had been holding.
“John?” said Sherlock quietly, just above a whisper.
“John Watson, is that you?” said Sherlock, shocked that he even was considering it as a possibility.
“Yes?” John asked, head tilted the slightest. “That’s me…?”
He looked up at the man before him, studying him. This was…
“…and you’re Sherlock, right?”
Sherlock could hear his current friend, the John Watson he knew and missed, in the young boy’s voice, making a smile spread across his face without even thinking about it. The slightest of head tilts, that sort of trailing off when he was unsure; this was his same John, just younger.
“Yes, I’m Sherlock.” he said as he couldn’t keep his smile to himself anymore. “I never thought …” he trailed off not sure what to say. “I’m very pleased to meet you, John.” he finally decided on.
He looked around the school he was standing at, most of the other children were busy together in groups playing around. It was the beginning of recess, John having just come out of the building when Sherlock had spotted him.
“Do you know the young version of myself?” said Sherlock, as he realize that it was surprising for this John to know him.
John smiled in return. It faded only the slightest, in shock, when the last question was asked. His cheeks reddened and he gave a nod. “M-mmhm…Yeah. He…er…” he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jumper. “We’re…” he didn’t quite know the best way to put it.
