Sherlock: The Next Generation

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Daddy, what happens if nobody likes me?” Hamish was beginning to panic now, biting his lip and tugging at his curly black hair. Martin watched his twin with a tilted head. He was also worried. About going to school. They were going to some fancy private school so the chances were that none of their friends from day care would be there (though Hamish only had one and Martin two).

“Don’t worry, Hamish, you’ll make at least one friend,” John put in before Sherlock could speak. Who knew what he would say. You don’t need friends probably.

“Do you really think so?” Hamish asked, wide eyed. John nodded. The taxi stopped just outside the school and the family of four stepped out. Molly had been left with Mrs Hudson. All the first years arrived later than the other years on their first day. There was a teacher at the front door standing with a clipboard, directing parents with their children in the direction they were meant to go.

“Hamish and Martin Watson-Holmes.” It had been decided that John would do all the talking. So Sherlock wasn’t given the chance to be Sherlock...

“Class 1b, Classroom 22, that’s just-”

“We know the way, thank you,” Sherlock cut her off sharply and quickly escorted the boys into the building. John gave the teacher an apologetic look before hurrying after his family. The classroom wasn’t that far away, down a few corridors. The door was wide open and there were quite a few kids in there. A couple were talking to a woman that seemed to be the teacher. Sherlock walked in quite briskly, pulling Hamish and Martin in with him. He just headed up to the teacher, not caring the she was in the middle of a conversation and giving her a slightly glare. She glanced at him with a light frown. The couple said a few more words before leaving. John sighed. Why did Sherlock have to be so difficult?

“Hamish and Martin Watson-Holmes,” Sherlock introduced his children as John came to move to his side. The teacher looked down at the twins.

“Hello, Hamish and Martin. I’m Miss Adams and I’m going to be your teacher this year,” she smiled brightly. Too patronising in Sherlock’s opinion. She then moved her eyes to Sherlock and John. “Your sons will be in safe hands.”

“Good,” Sherlock replied sharply. “Good luck Hamish, Martin.” With that he turned and left rather quickly.

“Sorry about him,” John apologised with a slight shrug. He ruffled the hair of both his sons with a smile. “Have a good day. I should be picking you up after school, but it may end up being your dad, Aunt Molly or Uncle Greg. Remember to enjoy yourself.” With that he left the twins.

“How about you two take a seat,” Miss Adams smiled. “Sit anywhere!” Hamish scowled slightly. He hated the patronising tone, much like his dad had. She was treating them like they were... young children. Which they were, but Hamish didn’t see him as one.

“Come on, Hamish!” Martin’s voice was as quiet as ever but rather excited. He grabbed Hamish’s hand and pulled him over to a four person table. Two seats were already taken. One by Karina, the other by Mortimer. What a strange coincidence. Martin grinned brightly as he sat down beside Karina forcing Hamish to sit beside Mortimer. Not that bad... at least he wasn’t beside some idiot.