5 Years

3 Years Later

"They've tried to take you off life support three times now, saying that you wouldn't wake. But of course Mycroft wouldn't let that happen. Hamish is thirteen now. I wish you could see him. He's the star of his basketball, football and soccer games. You would be so proud of him. He had your eyes and your heart. Sadly he got everything else from me. I know you would say that that's a good thing. He has a girlfriend now. Her name is Alice and I think you would like her. This is stupid. I'm just talking to myself. Well I should probably go, Lestrade might have a case. Please wake up John, please. I miss you so much and so does Hamish. I love you."

Sherlock then let go of Johns hand and stood up. He glanced over at him once more, then left the room.

"How's dad?" Hamish asked as his father entered the flat.

"Same as always." Sherlock said as he tossed his coat on the couch. "What do you have planned for tonight?"

"Oh yeah, can I go to the movies with Alice and Justin?"

"Ah yeah sure." Sherlock said as he was now focusing his attention on the laptop that sat in front of him.

"Isn't that dads?" Hamish asked pointing to the laptop. Sherlock shook his head.

"Have you eaten?"

"We were just going to have popcorn at the movie. Why?" Hamish answered.

"I was just wandering if you wanted me to order take out. Is somebody driving you there?"

"Uh, Justin's older brother is a cabby and we were going to get a ride to and from the movies."

"What time?"

"Half an hour. In fact they should be here about-" he was interrupted by a honk from outside.

"That's them. By dad."

"Be safe."

"When aren't I?" And he left.

Sherlock smirked at that remark because John would usually say sarcastic stuff like that.

Then, the laptop screen suddenly went black. Then was lit back up as the camera showed a hospital bedroom Sherlock knew all to well.

John was laying there unconscious still, as a man stepped into view. Sherlock didn't recognize him at all.

"I'm Sebastian Moran. Your cop friend killed Moriarty. Just to recap."

"Don't lay a finger on John!" He barked throughout the computer.

Sebastian then smirked, and the screen went blank again. Sherlock instantly shot up and ran out the door. He went directly to St. Bart's. he dashed through the sliding doors and down the hall and into Johns room. No body was in there. The beeping of the heart monitor told him that John was still alive. He walked over to the bed, and took his hand in his.

"The things I do for you John." He said with a smirk. He stayed there for about half an hour then decided to go home to wait for Hamish.

Half an hour later Hamish, Justin, and Alice came clattering up the stairs. Sherlock was in the kitchen with his eyes in the microscope when they entered the room.

"Dad." Hamish said.

Sherlock looked up and instantly started deducing Justin. Hamish, realizing what his father was doing said,"Dad, please don't do that."

Sherlock blinked and looked at Hamish.

"Did you have fun?" He said as he returned to his microscope.

"Yeah, the movie was great."

"Uh dad? Can I ask you a question?" Hamish asked stepping closer to his dad.

"Hhm?" He said not looking up.

"Can Ustinov and Alice stay the night?"

This time Sherlock looked up. "Is today Friday?" He asked.

He was trying to do what John would do, and Hamish knew it. That's why he tried his hardest so that his dad wouldn't have to.

"Yeah," Hamish answered.

Sherlock looked into Hamishs eyes and gave him the answer. Hamish did intact have Sherlocks brain.

"K guys, lets go upstairs." Hamish said as he started to leave the room.

"Was that a yes?" Asked a confused Justin.

"Yeah." Hamish replied as he bounded up the stairs.

Sherlock watched them disappear. John would have been impressed by how Hamish got the answer by just one look and how much he was like me. He wouldn't have realized that that was a bad thing. Of course he didn't think it was a bad thing. John always made Sherlock deal as if he was perfect. Sherlock then went back to his microscope.