Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 17

Hamish POV
Shouts. Screams. Man. Knife. Blood. That's all I saw when I turned around. My dad, lying on the floor, a pool of blood around him. Sherlock sobbing on the floor next to him. Lestrade running down the street, running past dad and headed towards the man who was running, bloody knife in hand. I ran towards my dad, it was like my life was going in slow motion. Sherlock was shouting, sobbing. After everything we had just said to each other, he was just about to tell dad what he's been wanting to tell him for pretty much 20 years, and it results in my dad getting killed.
H- is he dead?
Nobody would let me through to see him. One of Lestrades pals, I couldn't remember his name, it was the last of my worries, was ringing an ambulance. I didn't have it in me to shout and scream like Sherlock. One of the forensics were checking for a pulse, they were talking between them in muffled voices that I couldn't hear because Sherlock was shouting, but I couldn't find it in me to silence him. Whatever happened, I knew I needed to be strong, for Sherlock. An ambulance was heard in the distance, and everyone separated themselves from the body of my dad, apart from Sherlock, who stopped shouting and looked around until his eyes landed on me, he opened his arms and I ran over to him.
The ambulance arrived and Sherlock had to beg so that me and him could travel in the ambulance. Sherlock held his hand all the way to the hospital, and I sat there and watched him, when dad woke up, I had a lot to tell him. Dad was taken away straight away to intensive care where he needed to be woken up. Sherlock shouted as they went if he would be okay, but they were really arrogant and didn't answer.
H- are you okay?
S- I was too late Hamish
H- when he wakes up, you're going to tell him straight away, because now you're regretting not telling him sooner, so you do that straight away
S- you have you're dads courage and bravery. Your dad is a gentleman Hamish, he risked himself for his country everyday for a number of years, and he wasn't killing other people, he was saving the wounded. A hero, that's what you dad is. I laugh when he thinks of himself as a soldier, but he is, he really is a soldier, a hero. If everyone was like John Watson, the world would be a lovely place...
H- but then the world would also be a very stubborn place
He chuckled at that.
S- forgot about that one
And then we were silent, but it was comfortable. I glanced at Sherlock who was staring into space, his eyes red raw from crying, his eyes still glazed over with tears.
H- do you want a drink, or something to eat?
S- I'm fine
His eyes still not leaving the spot from a few moments ago.
H- when will we hear something?
S- I don't know
His eyes still not moving. I turned my attention away from Sherlock and back to the questions in my head that I wanted to keep there. Why did the man do it and why my dad? I was so determined that dad was going to survive, but what if he didn't? What if it was bad news? How was I going to lose my dad and stay with my boring mum for the rest of my life. I could stay with Sherlock but I'm sure he wouldn't want to take in a child. I didn't believe in god, but I sat in the uncomfy hospital chair and prayed. I prayed that my dad would wake up, that Sherlock got to say what he wanted to say for years, that it would all turn out happily for them in the end. Because they waited, they waited for each other, and that's true love. When one person leaves and one moves on, they both waited, and here they are, and they have their chance. But now it's ruined, because of some stupid man who had no reason, he took away both of their happiness that was fate. They were meant to be together. I wanted to personally wanted to visit Mike Stamford and thank him for making the two meet, because he gave them their happiness. The doors swung open and a nurse walked out, who knows how long we'd been sitting there, but the nurse called out his name.
N- any relatives of John Hamish Watson?
Me and Sherlock hurriedly stood up and walked towards her.
S- is he okay?
His eyes had filled with tears again.
N- John is alive for the moment-
I didn't like the way she said for the moment.
N- -and he has a pulse, but he's not fully awake yet so I'm afraid he can't have visitors
H- so he's okay-
S- why can't we see him?
N- because he is still going through surgery, if he wakes-
H- when he wakes
N- ...when he wakes, you can go and visit him. First can I ask what relationship you have with John Watson?
H- I'm his son, and this is his...boyfriend
She nodded.
N- I'll let you know as soon as I know anything else about the patient
We sighed and sat back down in the same chairs.
S- why did you say that?
H- what?
S- that I was his boyfriend
H- because you will be
He smiled softly.
S- thank you Hamish, you know, you're just as kind-hearted as your father, you should be proud
I nodded.
H- I wish I was twice the man my dad is
He nodded and our conversation panned again, and at some point I fell asleep. I don't know how long for, but someone was shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Sherlock stood over me, shaking me.
S- the nurse is coming, I didn't want to hear it without you hearing it too, sorry I woke you
H- thank you
The nurse stood in front of us, it was the same one as before.
N- John is awake, I think lots of visitors wouldn't be the best for him at the moment so maybe one of you? Then maybe later today if he improves both of you would be able to
Sherlock nodded towards me but I shook my head.
H- get it off your chest, and if you don't, I've missed an opportunity to see my resurrected dad
I pushed him forward and he still stopped and turned around but the nurse pushed him forward until he'd disappeared through the swinging doors. Of course I wanted to see my dad, but Sherlock desperately needed to get something off his chest.

Sherlocks POV
I walked into the room, my heart was filled with pride that Hamish wanted me to go and see John first, but I also felt guilty.
N- try not to say anything that might shock or excite the patient because he isn't very stable at the minute
I nodded, not really listening. John, that's all I saw, all my mind took up. He was lying there, a horrid coloured bed sheet covering him.
S- john?
His lips turned upwards and I hovered over him.
J- is Hamish okay? Where is he?
My heart dropped a bit.
S- he's out in the corridor, only one of us could come in
J- why didn't he come in?
S- b-because I need to speak to you, and Hamish wanted me to get it off my chest, before it was too late
He tried to nod his head.
J- as long as he's okay
S- how are you feeling
J- like shit. What happened?
S- you were nearly killed by a random person, my phone is switched off so I don't know if they have him yet but I'm sure they will. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time
J- at least it was me and not you or Hamish, I'd take it ten times over as long as it wasn't one of you. So, what is it that you so desperately need to get off you chest?
I loved how he was still sassy while nearly dead (I didn't love the dead part).
S- well... I thought I was too late John, me and Hamish were having a serious talk... about me and you. I was just about to tell you, but then this happened and I couldn't wait any longer, I thought I was too late. I love you John, and I have done for many of years, even before I killed myself, I loved you. I never told you because I don't deserve a man like you John, you deserve someone so much better than me, but I can't help myself. I left, partly because I knew it would be best for you, but I was selfish and had to come back. I knew I'd saved you from Moriartys madness, so there was no need for me to hide John, I had to come back and get you, but you'd moved on. Hamish knew, he said he was happy. I showed him the unsent messages, that I never sent to you when I was dead, I'll show them to you too when you're better. John I love you, I just wish things had turned out a bit different...
He was silent for a while, I was staring at the floor, not even daring to look at him, tears were rolling down my cheeks, I'd ruined our friendship.
J- I married the wrong person didn't I
I looked up at him and our eyes met.
J- don't cry
I sniffed and wiped my eyes.
J- I do deserve a man like you Sherlock, I would love to deserve a man like you
We were silent for a while, I kept sneaking glances, what would I answer to that? I couldn't stand the silence for any longer.
S- so... where does this leave us
J- I still have a wife at home Sherlock, I have a son to think about, where will he stay? What do I have to pay etc...
S- Hamish said he was fine with it...
We were silent again until a voice with a smirk broke the silence.
J- in that case, I'd like to take you on a date