Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 9

Hamish POV
Me and dad and been to Sherlocks everyday since that day I brought them back together, that was two weeks ago. Dad was planning on quitting his job to be a detective again, well sidekick, he was just going to work on Saturdays. Mum even came a few times, but you could tell she wasn't happy. I'd come downstairs this morning, Dad had gone to suggest the Saturday job thing to his boss.
M- what are you doing today Hamish?
H- me and dad are going to Sherlocks later
She nodded, but there was anger in her eyes.
H- what's the matter
She didn't answer me and looked distant.
H- why are you so angry now that dad has Sherlock back?
She looked at me, startled. I was beginning to shout at her.
H- he finally got back the person he missed the most and you aren't happy for him! It's horrible mum! I can't believe how nasty you're being to him, trying to make him feel guilty when he's finally happy, happier than what you ever made him
She gasped at the last part, I had to go over in my head what I'd said and was shocked that I'd ever say something like that to my mum. To prove my point, I walked out of the room, I was missing school today, I had somewhere better to be.

S- you said that to her?
H- yeah I did, it's the truth
S- well... um thank you Hamish
H- don't thank me, I had no idea what was coming out of my mouth
He nodded and put his fingers under his chin and closed his eyes.
H- are you praying?
He opened his eyes slowly and raised an eyebrow.
S- I'm thinking, this is my thinking position
H- well if that's how weird your thinking position is, I don't wanna know what the rest are like
I mumbled that mainly to myself, but he looked at me confused. I started to laugh, sexual innuendos, people at school would of understood me.
H- so, what are you thinking about?
S- new case
H- already? You've only been undead for 2 weeks, kind of
S- now they've got the worlds best consulting detective back, they need me to actually solve some cases
I rolled my eyes.
H- you're so full of yourself
I turned around to a knock at the open door.
MH- Hamish, what are you doing here! You should be at school-
Before I could answer, there was a knock on the door downstairs and she ran to get it. I heard nan say that "he was just upstairs".
S- that's your mum Hamish
H-I know, tell her I aren't here, please?
He nodded and got back to messing with his violin that he'd mysteriously picked up put of nowhere. I ran into the kitchen and crawled into an empty cupboard. I saw mum walk in through a crack in the doors.
M- where is he?
S- who? John?
M- no, Hamish. Mrs Hudson said he was up here
S- Mrs Hudson have you been taking your herbal soothers again?
He shouted downstairs and I heard Mrs Hudsons heels clacking on the wooden stairs.
MH- I have not taken any herbal soothers! Hamish was-
She stopped and looked around.
MH- -isn't here
Mum looked at them both with a raised eyebrow and sat in dads chair.
M- we had a big argument... I thought he'd be here but obviously he's gone to school
MH- what did you argue about? Hamish is a good lad, I'm sure he wouldn't argue over nothing
I was nodding silently, urging her to go on about how good I was. I promise I'm not vain, it was just nice to have some compliments.
M- I know, we'll sort it when he gets home
S- why don't you tell John, I'll mention it too him if he's giving you hassle
I smiled, Sherlock knew what he was doing.
M- no it's fine, it's just between me and Hamish, I'll sort it
S- are you sure? John will put him in his place if he's giving you lip-
M- it's fine, anyway, I better get going to work, I'm running a bit late already
She hurriedly got up and when I heard the door shut from downstairs, I fell on the floor in a heap.
MH- you are here!
H- yeah, thanks for both covering for me
MH- b-but, she thinks your at school-
S-it doesn't matter what she thinks Mrs Hudson, come on Hamish. We need to go somewhere

I ended up in a hospital ward surrounded by a dozen police officers. Sherlock thought it would be a nice idea to bring me to a crime scene. I was excited, it was a murder.
H- what would dad say if he saw me here
S- i don't care what he says, you're here now with me, and that's all I care about
I smiled, I liked this side of Sherlock.
H- so what's happened boss?
S- boss?
H- ...not boss
S- a man, many puncture wounds in different parts of his body, died because of the overdose of drugs
H- how do you know it was murder?
S- because a patient with a broken leg in a hospital bed will not be given that amount of drugs, or left with them
I nodded.
H- that makes sense
The ward was deserted but when you opened the door and stepped outside of the ward, there were people in hospital beds lined up and down the corridors, moaning and shouting for a nurse. I wandered dow the corridor and walked over to a woman who was squirming, trying to sit up.
H- are you okay? Do you need any help?
She smiled at me. She looked middle-aged but I could see grey hairs dotted here and there. She spoke in a rough accent.
?- I wanna know what's goin' on
H- well my names Hamish, I'll go and get a chair? I'll come and speak to you for a bit
She nodded.
?- me' names Nancy, Hamish is a posh name isn't it?
H- it's my dads middle name. My full name is even worse, it's Hamish Sherlock Watson, Sherlock is the name my uncle has who's in there, solving the murder-
N- MURDER!
She shouted and people turned to look at us, I put a finger to my lips and she nodded, mouthing sorry and zipping her lips.
H-yeah, there's a man dead because of an overdose, you didn't happen to see anyone with anymore medication than what they should have?
N- wouldn't know, the curtains only opened if someone was coming in
H- so the curtains were like a wall?
N- yeah, didn't even know half of the faces I was talking to-
I heard a familiar voice shout my name down the corridor.
H- hi dad
J- you should be at school!
H- yeah but-
J- come here a second please
I rolled my eyes at Nancy and followed him into the ward.
J- Sherlock, why did you bring him here?
S- long story, we'll talk later. Your sons amazing, he's been talking to the patients outside
Dads expression softened then and he looked at me and ruffled my hair.
J- I'm having a talk with you two later
I rolled my eyes and Sherlock grinned.
H- anyway, I found something out, it's nothing big, but it might be helpful-
J- spit it out then
H- this woman called Nancy, I asked her if she might of seen anyone with more medication than what they should have, she said no because the curtains were always shut, like they were walls. Said she didn't know who she was talking to most of the time
Sherlock gave dad a look as if to say "this is why I brought him".
S- go back out and talk to other people, find out if they saw anything
I nodded and got back to the job. When I walked outside the door, Sally was acting as a security guard.
Sally- are you allowed on the premises at such a young age?
H- dunno, are you?
She looked at me, open mouthed, and I walked off down the corridor, head held high. I sat down next to a man next, he was shy, maybe mid 20's. His name was Ethan.
H- how's your time been?
E- not good. I was next to the guy who died. He was an alcoholic, he kept telling me how dull his life was. He was telling all his doctors and nurses that came in that he was mad, he needed to go in an asylum. It's like he was on drugs. He was always crying out in the middle of the night, and he used to mumble to himself saying stop. I tried to reach out to pull the curtain so I could see him, but having two broken arms doesn't really help
We'd laughed about that. I went around a few more people and they said the same thing about him crying out in the middle of the night, a more unfriendly man called Bob told me he was sick of his wingeing and how he always kept him awake, said he might actually get some sleep now he's gone, a likely motive? I don't think so, even though I can't rule out all the possibilities as Sherlock kindly told me when I told him everything. Dad kept ruffling my hair which I kept pulling his hands away, does he know how long it took me to get my hair like this? I'd done a good job apparently, Sally had pulled dad aside saying that I'd been rude to her, he laughed in her face. When we got back to Baker Street, it was half past 8. We sat down opposite each other and dad looked at us expectantly.
H- well I had an argument with mum about her being angry about you being back with Sherlock. I stormed out of the house, then I came here and skipped school, which she doesn't know about. She came here looking for me, I hid in the cupboard and then Sherlock took me to the crime scene and then you showed up
He nodded.
J- okay, explain more about the argument
I explained everything and he nodded.
J- okay, thanks for sticking up for me, but I don't think you should be shouting at your mum Hamish
H- but it's the truth! She is angry because you're out with Sherlock again!
J- come on, lets go home
I shook my head.
H- I don't want to go back home with her
J- Hamish don't be silly
H- I'm not, I can make my own decisions now, I'm older, I don't want to see her
He sighed and Sherlock spoke up from his chair.
S- he can stay here if he wants to
Dad turned to look at him shocked.
H- thank you!
J- you've got no spare clothes, no school uniform-
H- I'm not going to school tomorrow, I'm helping you solve the case. And, I've got spare PJ's at nans. If you bring me new clothes tomorrow, that would be very helpful
I smiled at him smugly and he laughed and shook his head, before he could say anything else, I slid down the banister on my bum and knocked on nans front door. She handed me what I needed and I ran back upstairs. Dad was muttering his thanks to Sherlock.
H- bye then dad
J- why are you so eager to get rid of me
H- I'm not, I'm just saying bye
He scowled at me and walked out, saying his goodbyes back.
H- where am I sleeping
S- your dads room
H- can we talk about the case some more? What did you find out-
S- so many questions Hamish. Let me sort everything out in my head and I'll tell you
I sighed and lay back in dads chair. It took him about half an hour to 'sort everything out'. He sat forward when I was about to nod off.
S- a man that had no immediate family, possibly homeless. Most probably homeless. Definitely homeless-
H- right so he's homeless, anything else?
He stared at me in disbelief but carried on.
S- lots of medication drugs pumped into his system, from someone else, no way a man with a broke spine could get up and get them from anywhere, let alone leave his bed
H- so you reckon his visitors were giving them to him?
S- maybe. Could of been getting someone to bring them in for him-
H- but he wouldn't be paying them anything because he was homeless, like you said. So maybe they killed him because he couldn't pay them, they overdosed him
S- this may be true but why would they waste even more drugs that he's got to pay for to kill him off
H- maybe they weren't paying for them either
S- could be a possibility but why would they lose money to finish a man off that had nothing to give them in return, no saved money, nothing
I shrugged my shoulders, this was probably the most me and Sherlock had bonded.
H- when will you find out more?
S- tomorrow, Molly will have the autopsy report and the body in the morgue, how do you feel about coming with me?
I nodded eagerly and he smiled, but only for a second.
S- maybe it's time you get to bed, first crime scene usually messes with your head
I stared at him with my eyebrows raised.
S- no didn't think it had messed with you, but I'm trying to be a good... uncle
I rolled my eyes, but stood up.
S- wait, you were actually going to go to bed?
H- yeah
And I headed up to my dads bed, tomorrow was going to be fun.