Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 6

Hamish's POV

I'm Hamish and I'm 14. It was hard growing up because my dad was out of it most of the time. My parents were always arguing about my dead uncle. Sherlock had a big impact on all of our lives, it made dad sad, mum angry, and me very, very confused. I'd seen many photos of him, they were every where in the house, but the most important ones were in dads cupboard next to the bed. I pulled them out one day, he'd walked in and started to cry. He'd sat down on the bed with me and explained every picture in detail and where it was taken. It felt like Sherlock was still alive and I can remember being terrified. A thing that I can remember clearly, is I was around 9 or 10 and I went downstairs to get some water, and he was there, sitting at the kitchen table. He didn't say anything when I walked in but I stopped, his lips turned up into a small smile.

S- hello Hamish, I think its best if you go back to bed

I shook my head.

H- s-sherlock?

S- just go back to bed Hamish you're dreaming

I turned back around and went to bed, what else could I do? I honestly thought I was dreaming, but I brought it up at breakfast the next morning while they were both there.

H- I think I saw Sherlock last night

Dad almost choked on his coffee.

J- what?

H- well... I came down to get some water, and he was sat, just where you are now

J- what?

M- look what you've done John

And they got into a full blown argument, to the point where I wished I'd not said anything. Dad got up, ruffled my hair and left for work.

H- why do you alway argue

M- listen honey, your dad is delusional, and now he's made you hallucinate too. Sherlock is dead, and I hate to break it to you but no matter how many stories your dad tells you, he's gone, and has been for years, so don't be scared that he's going to be sitting down here, because he won't be, okay?

I nodded, but inside I was shaking my head. I'm with dad on this one. And this brings me to now. I'm walking to a friends house when I walk past a cafe, sitting in the window seat, was Sherlock Holmes. I stopped, stared, and stared some more. He was on his own, so I wandered in. I walked over to his table where he was reading the newspaper. I sat down opposite him, he didn't even move when he heard me sit down.

H- if you're trying to hide, I wouldn't sit in the window seat in one of the busiest cafes on main street

He put the paper down.

S- Hamish Watson

H- considering you're so clever, why are you sat here

S- maybe I want to be noticed

H- why now?

S- I'm ready to come back

I shook my head.

H- it was you in my kitchen a few years ago wasn't it?

S- sorry if I frightened you

I shook my head, and then I got angry.

H- do you realise what you've caused? My dad... he's broken, because you were and idiot and died but you aren't even dead. Why would you hurt so many people around you, like my dad, Mrs Hudson... how could you do that?

S- I had my reasons, I had a job to do, and I've finally finished it, your dad will understand more

H- do you want to see him?