Michael Holmes: Secret Son of Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 19: Photos of Memories

Michael was sitting on a comfy white chair, arms crossed, staring straight at the therapist. Not a word was spoken since the therapy session started, so quiet that even his breathing sounds could be heard.

The principal of Springs Middle School had ordered therapy sessions for every student Olivia was friends with, and now Michael has to attend them every week.

"I'm fine." Michael mumbled.

"I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself." The therapist's voice was calm and gentle.

"I am okay!" He frowned. His voice was a little bit higher than usual, causing the therapist to stop talking and sigh in defeat.

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Michael walked back to Baker Street to find Sherlock pacing around the room, newspapers and files scattered all over the floor. Michael quickly glanced at the papers and saw that almost all of it is related to the so-called criminal mastermind, Moriarty.

"Gosh, Sherlock, be careful! I spent hours on that chemistry project!" Michael took a pile of papers and put it safely in his own room.

"Moriarty... Moriarty... Moriarty... Moriarty... Moriarty..." Sherlock kept mumbling the villian's name repeatedly like he was chanting, spining in circles around the living room. This was Michael's first time seeing Sherlock so stressed out.

"Sherlock?" John walked over, an envelope in his hands.

He was immediately cut off by Sherlock, who suddenly started shouting out of frustration. "DAMN MORIARTY! HOW IS HE STILL F***ING ALIVE!?" His voice was sharp, unlike anything Michael and John had ever witnessed before, which made them jump a little.

"... Sorry." Sherlock apologised after realising what he said. "Anyways, were you looking for me, John?"

John held out the envelop slowly, trying not to anger Sherlock again. "This popped up in the mail."

Sherlock opened the envelope carefully and looked inside. "To my dearest Sherlock Holmes" was written in cursive on it. "A man's handwriting, dark black hair, in his thirties or forties, and..." The detective sniffed the envelope. " He seems to like eating stargazer pie...?" The comment made Michael and John burst out laughing.

"What? Can't a man just enjoy his stargazer pie?" Sherlock frowned. "I like stargazer pie too, you know."

Sherlock took out a few photos from the envelope, showing it to them. The first picture was when John and Sherlock first met, they were sitting in a restaurant ordering food, a candle placed on the table, making the scene seem more romantic.

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Flashback:

"You don't have a girlfriend then?"

"Girlfriend? No. Not really my area."

"Alright then, do you have a boyfriend? Which is perfectly fine, by the way."

"I know it's fine."

"So you got a boyfriend then?"

"No. *awkward pause* John, umm... I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work, and while I'm flattered by your interest, I'm really not looking for any..."

"No, I'm... not asking. I'm just saying, it's all fine."

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They looked like they were chatting about something, and Michael couldn't help but giggle. "Aww, aren't you two such lovebirds!"

"iM NoT gAY!!" John huffed. "Whatever you say." Michael muttered under his breath. The boy continued smiling and completely ignored the comment. "LISTEN TO ME!! I'M NOT GAY!" The army doctor repeated, making Michael smile even more.

"How did the person take these photos though?" Michael looked concerned as he continued looking at them. Apparently the person who sent this is a stalker. Hpmm.

The second photo was when Sherlock and John were inside an office with Sebastian Wilkes, who was offering to pay a large amount of money for Sherlock to help him solve the case. John smiled as he remembered the memories.

The third one featured Sherlock and John nearby a swimming pool, with Moriarty holding them at gunpoint. And then next up is the world's only consulting detective ripping the doctor's clothes in a darkened swimming pool, and John immediately dropping to the ground in exhaustion.

Michael's eyes widen slightly. "Okay... might anyone explain what I have just witnessed?" He looked at the both of them.

"Long story. But it's NOT what you think it is." Sherlock cleared his throat and immediately moved on with the fifth photo to avoid unwanted awkwardness. It was Sherlock and John in Buckingham Palace sitting on a couch, laughing about something. "Wait a minute... Dad, were you not wearing any trousers?!" Michael's face was twisted with confusion as he saw Sherlock covering himself with a bed sheet in the picture.

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Flashback:

"We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on!"

"What for?"

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John couldn't help but grin. "There are many things you don't know about your father, Michael." He laughed.

And the last photo was Sherlock holding out his arms, jumping from the roof of St. Bartholomew's as John screamed down from below. The doctor's smile immediately fades as he looks down, recalling the memory. Sherlock quickly put that photo away. Away from John and away from himself. They didn't want to think about it anymore.

No one in the room wanted to believe it.

He is back.

THE James Moriarty is back.

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Finally done with this chapter! Hope you enjoyed it~