The illustration for <family> by Eva
“Sherlock,” John said, and pushed it. “Wake up.”
The bundle shifted and Sherlock looked at John from under one arm. His face was dirty and when he tried to speak, he just started coughing. John rested his elbows on his knees and waited.
“Where’s Mycroft?” Sherlock croaked.
“Walking around with my da, looking for you,” John said. “We were all looking for you.”
Sherlock sat up, rubbing at his face, spreading the mud around. John watched him, silently, as he copied John and tucked his legs under him, kneeling in the dead leaves and mostly-dry dirt.
“I was going to your house,” Sherlock said.
They sat there, silently, for a moment, and heard John’s da calling out to him and Sherlock.
“Don’t be angry with me,” Sherlock finally said, very quietly.
-kid Sherlock. I just melted in this.