The Meeting *Sherlock*

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Seraphina was walking towards a park dejectedly. The 10 year old's parents had yelled at her again today. She was so tired of them doing that. She kicked the ground under her feet angrily, then sat on a swing, fighting back tears that threatened to fall down her face. She would not cry. Not here, somewhere public.

Sara began to swing. She hated her parents right now.And she was certain that they hated her. She swung higher. Her cousins were oh-so-perfect while she was clearly the demon child. She wished her parents would just see her for what she really was; a human girl with feelings.

She felt a tear. No, stop crying! She let go of the chain with one hand and wiped the tear away fiercely, then swung higher. She looked around the park. So many families...why couldn't hers be caring and sweet like everyone else? She was so tired of being the different one. Everyone knew she had uncaring parents and often threw insults at her about them. She hated bullying, especially when directed at her. She'd never done it so far and hoped she never would.

OUTFIT

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was playing in the park. Croft had taken him there today and it was very exciting. The little boy loved seeing all the people. Normally Croft would sit with him and point out features of people that indicated their past, or work, or lives. It was great fun and Sherlock was getting rather good at this game as well. he was beginning to always be able to get it right and even if he didn't, it was close to the truth. Mycroft would just guide him in the right direction. Sherlock marvelled at how well his brother could see people. he wanted to be just as good.

Today was going to be different, though. Croft was busy with homework, he was too advance for his lessons, so they were giving him more work, to see if he would be better in the year above. So Mycroft had told Sherlock to try and hang out with the other children, to test the park out. So far, Sherlock had not been doing too well. The litle boy did not understand how the people all worked and a lot of them gave him the cold shoulder when he tried to use the information they were clearly showing to try and help them.

Giving up on his own age group, Sherlock looked around for anyone older. he always managed to get on well with Mycroft, maybe he could find someone about the same age. It was at that point that he spotted a girl of about ten on the swings. One quick look around told him that this child was the only one without a realtive in the area and she was sad. Problems with family, obvious. Probably didn't think she was good enough. Maybe wanted a more obidient child? He had never seen her here before, so she ahd probably walked out without telling her parents where she was going.

Confidentally, the little boy walked towards the older girl and sat on the swing next to her. "Is it your parents? Do they not think that you are good enough?" Sherlock asked, swinging his little legs back and forth, trying to get some momentum. Usually Mycroft would push him on the swing, but his brother was busy. The swing moved slightly, and Sherlock's little hands cluched tightly to the metal chain as he tried to move it faster. "Adults can have very high views." He said. He'd heard his parents talk about how they hoped that both he and Mycroft would excell in classes and hopefully finish their exams early. But Sherlock had yet to face any. He had only just started school, although he could already write.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Seraphina looked up as a younger boy sat on the swing next to her. He was cute; around five. She nodded at his statement. "Yeah...they're always yelling at me. And my cousins are so perfect apparently, so," she shrugged. "How did you know, anyway?" she asked curiously.

She swung a little higher, watching the boy but careful not to fall off the swing or hit anybody. See, the younger Seraphina up until a certain age was nice and innocent, unlike her older self. Whatever went wrong here? Seraphina took one look at all the families, grimaced, then smiled and looked back at the boy.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock looked over to the girl as she tried to swing higher, wondering if she would reply, or just walk away, or call him a freak, as some of the others had already called him. "Yeah...they're always yelling at me. And my cousins are so perfect apparently, so," Sherlock nodded thoughtfuly at this information, swining his legs violently, wondering how the older children managed to swing so easily on the swings. "I've never met my cousins. But I don't think adults should judge others on more far away family." Sherlock commented. He didn't mind so much being compared to Mycroft, but if they tried to compare him to someone who had less than an eight in link to him, he wouldn't like that.

"How did you know, anyway?" Sherlock perked up at this and his little legs stopped swinging. He loved to explain to Mummy and Daddy how he could tell such things, or explain to Mycroft, who would correct him if he got something wrong. "You don't have any family members here. So you are by yourself. You look sad. So problem with family. Most likely parents as brothers and sisters don't get that upset when they hurt one another." Sherlock commented.

"I've also never seen you here. You've probably walked away from your parents and found this place to hang out. or they never reward you with the park. Either way suggests that you are considered to be not good enough. The first meaning that you might be acting on such ideas." Sherlock pointed out, the little boy giving a small smile, before trying to swing some more. "How do you swing higher?" He asked, wondering if he needed to get off, push the swing and then get back on. Would that work? Still, it did take a lot of effort to get on the swing in the first place.

Glancing back at the girl looking at the families, Sherlock caught her grimace. "You want your parents to like you and take you to the park." He said, hoping that this realisation was correct. She wanted to be put on her father's shoulders and carried. To have parents to help. And what about siblings? There were no sign of any siblings bearing a resemblence to this girl. Did they also abandon her or was she an only child? What had Croft said that allowed you to get the answer?

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara nodded. "They really shouldn't." she agreed, a small smile appearing on her lips. Then she paused, listening to him explain. "You're very smart." she commented.

She laughed a little, debating on how to explain this to him. "Well, you just start swinging, and to go higher you just.." Sara demonstrated, then paused. "Also, sometimes somebody pushes you to get you to go higher. Want me to start you off a bit?" she offered.

"Well, I'd just like normal parents really. But yes, I'd like them to take me to the park and that. But, where are your parents?" Sara asked the boy curiously. Then she realized she didn't even know his name. Stupidly, she'd forgotten to ask. "I'm Seraphina, by the way, what's your name?" she asked.

She figured that if she was so silly to forget to ask somebody of their name when they were talking, she could make other social mistakes. Never mind.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock gazed along the swing, his eyes looking at the top of the swing, wondering if there was a tip to swinging higher from the connection. "They really shouldn't." Sherlock turned his attention back to the strange girl and nodded, Sherlock did noticed the prejudices amoung students more often and that confused him. Often there didn't appear to be a reason, and they usually went for the people who appeared to be less clever. Although Mycroft somehow managed to get around this. "You're very smart." Sherlock grinned. "Mycroft helps me. He says that I can be a genius!" Sherlock said, proudly.

Moving his legs with as much strength as possible, his little face creased on concentration, Sherlock tried to get higher. It certainly wasn't as easy as the other kids made it appear. "Well, you just start swinging, and to go higher you just.." Sherlock frowned and tried again, the little boy not managing to get very far. "I can't seem to do it!" He complained, trying to reach the ground and push himself forwards while still sitting. It wasn't very easy at all. "Also, sometimes somebody pushes you to get you to go higher. Want me to start you off a bit?"

Sherlock nodded enthusiastically. "Yes please!" Sherlock said happily, jumping up in excitment. "Well, I'd just like normal parents really. But yes, I'd like them to take me to the park and that. But, where are your parents?" Sherlock's face briefly looked serious, beofre disappearing. "Father is very busy and often on trips. Mother also has work and is rather busy. My brother, Mycroft took me." Sherlock said, pointing towards his brother, who was doing homework.

"I'm Seraphina, by the way, what's your name?" Sherlock smiled, it was an uncommon name, just llike his and Mycroft's. "That's a nice name. I'm Sherlock." He said cheerfully. "It means fair hair. When I was younger, my hair was a lot lighter. I don't remember it." Sherlock said, holding tightly onto the swing, prepared to be pushed so he could go higher. The swings were great fun to play on.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara smiled a bit at his expression, jumped off her swing, then went round to his. When she was sure he was holding on tight enough, she pushed him higher. Not too high just in case he got scared like some people did. "Want to go higher? And don't let go!" she added seriously.

She listened to what he had to say about his parents, then glanced at his brother when the boy pointed at him. When Sherlock said her name was nice, she smiled. "Thanks. Yours is a good name, too. I've never met any Sherlocks before." she said.


"About swinging higher, don't worry. Judging by how old you look, it usually takes kids around that age a long time before they can master it. It's rather hard." Sara comforted, or tried anyway.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock's icy blue gaze followed Seraphina as she got off her swing and moved behind him, the young boy was excited to get swung, he hadn't had the chance to go high since yesterday. He liked to go high every day. As she went out of his view, he froze briefly, remembering a conflict between another kid only a few days ago, he had pushed Sherlock in the back becuase Sherlock had told the truth, that the other child wanted to have more and closer friends. That he was scared that he didn't have anyone close to trust.

But he was simply pushed up on the swing and Sherlock gave a giggle of delight. He loved being swung. "Want to go higher? And don't let go!" Sherlock's grip tightened. "I'm holding on. Very tight." Sherlock said, louder than usual, just to prove that he was paying attention. "Thanks. Yours is a good name, too. I've never met any Sherlocks before." Sherlock nodded. "Your name isn't very common, nor is Mycroft's name. Maybe people like different names at the moment." Sherlock commented.

He had heard of things like that happening before hand, that at some point in time, things would all just start happening. Then, Sherlock gave a smile. "Mycroft calls me Sherly." Sherlock said, although he often called Mycroft 'Coft, he usually reffered to his brother's full name when he was talking to others. "About swinging higher, don't worry. Judging by how old you look, it usually takes kids around that age a long time before they can master it. It's rather hard." Sherlock frowned. "I'm five!" He declared.