His Return and Her Fall ((Parent!Lock))

Chapter One - His Return

John stares at the man in the suit, the grey sides of his head and added wrinkles showing his age, despite his dapper look. Sherlock grabs Hamish and John grabs Haley, both of them fearful now. Moriarty laughs, standing up and walking to John and Haley. 

"Seems like you're all scared. Has Daddy been telling bedtime stories?" he questions, voice uncomfortably soft. She nods, looking to Sherlock as John looks to Hamish. "Well I'm going to tell you bedtime stories, in the morning. Anyone want a cuppa?" he asks, walking past them and into the kitchen. "And ther's no use escaping so you best take a seat. Snipers," he says in a sing-song voice, laughing afterwards. Red dots cover them, making John gasp and stand in front of Haley and Sherlock in front of Hamish, protecting them from the dots. 

"Oh don't be so fretful," Jim calls to them, pouring water into the kettle and setting it onto the old stove. "It's only a few hundred of them..." He grins and walks back over to them, sitting back into John's red chair, tossing the Britain flagged pillow to Sherlock's chair. "Take a seat, Watsons and Holmes's. Time for any other bed time story."

"But, Papa," Hamish whispers to John, "It's the day, not the night."

"Oh but my dear boy," Jim sneers, "It will be night, rather soon, for you all."  He laughs, waving to the sofa and letting them sit, as they do. Haley looks to her family, tears running down her pale face, Sherlock rubbing her back lovingly as the red dots swarm them once more. 

"Now, who wants a story?" the intruder asks, getting not even a nod from the scared and shaken family before him. "I said, WHO WANTS A STORY?!" They all raise their hand, Haley whimpering and Hamish looking to her in worry. "Good. Now, this is a story of how I nearly killed your beautiful daughter..."

"We were just having a leisurely stroll, of course her breaking the rules and talking to strangers. She simply kept walking, so I followed. She realized her mistake and took off, and I was to yet follow again. Poor little Haley had no idea the power I can still possess... Now, did you?"

She shakes her head, eyes locked with his. Such chilling eyes, murderous eyes, that could send anyone into tears and fits of painful screaming to get away fro their grip. His grip. 

"Leave us alone, Moriarty," Sherlock yells, Hamish scooting closer to his own father as Haley looks away, defeated. 

"No! I want to tell a story.... GOT IT?!" he screams, making them all flinch in response. "Good! Now, there once was a pretty young girl, and a handsome young boy. They were told not to see each other any more after a while, only because their daddies found out about them! Oops!"

Haley's eyes widen, looking to Jim. "That never happened!" she shouts, Sherlock and John giving her the disapproving look of her hiding things from them. "I swear! Never have I set foot before Alex! Never! He's only gone before me!" She grabs her father's hand, shaking. "Please believe me," she whispers, shaken and scared. Sherlock sees the pain and fear in her beautiful blue eyes and nods.

Breathing hitched. Nervous. Eyes darting, bored. Usually pacing when nervous. Fear stricken. Hand pressed against her thighs. Molest -no. Rape. 

"James," Sherlock drones, glaring at him as Hamish and John sit there in silence. "What do you want from us?" Such a stupid question to ask, for the consulting detective knew he wanted to pass code to the laptop upon the table, for his eyes were continuously lingering upon the screen in hopes of seeing it light up with the many things against him on John's blog, as well as Haley's notes. 

"Your code, Sherlock. THEE code! If i don't get it from you now, the girl, well..." he trails off, walking over to her by stepping over the table and sitting on it in front of her, grabbing her jaw and pulling her close to his face. "Well, she's mine." 

"No!" John cries out, Jim pulling out the gun from his pocket and aiming it at him, Hamish screaming and pulling his father away from the barrel. Hesitantly, Sherlock puts his hand on Moriarty's arm, pushing him away from his child, but not succeeding. 

"Oh," James says, glaring to Sherlock, "Seems like you don't want her harmed, huh? Your precious little girl can't be harmed ever! She's a Holmes! A Holmes-Watson!" he sneers, gripping her jaw harder and making her squeak in pain, like a pressed in dog toy. "Well, give me the code and I'll be on my way... And maybe then she won't be hurt again." 

She looks at him, angry, scared, but with the knowledge of him keeping his word from here on out. She pushes him away, falling back into the sofa and rubbing the red skin of her defined featured face and looks to Sherlock, glaring to James who only grins and walks to the door. 

"Fine then," he calls back, waving his hand posh-like, "The bitch is mine by midnight if I don't get the code. My numer's in the toilet if you need it. See ya!" he says sing-song like and walks out, slamming the door behind him. The dots disappear and they sit in silence for a while, appalled and frightened by the man who had screwed everything over for the fathers of the family. 

"I hope he washed his hands," Haley mumbles, standing up as of a zed and stepping onto the table, then to the ground, just like her father.John shakes his head as he watches her briskly walk into her room and get ready for school, pushing Hamish off of his leg to do the same. 

"You both have school, and we can talk about this later, okay?" he asks down the hall where Haley had set her things, Hamish's next to hers. They had the same bags, labeled by different patches. Hamish's was covered with little words of blog entries he had written and posted on John's blog, and Haley's with tally marks of the cases she had solved on her own, and a simple yellow smiley face like the one on the wall in the living room where Sherlock was still seated, contemplating the options handed to him. 

Usually it would be simple for him to decide, but it was much more difficult as he saw her wave to him before leading Hamish down the steps and out of the flat, fear still trapped in her blue eyes. With a sigh, Sherlock finally stands, John instantly embracing him in a tight and loving hug. "Please make the right choice," John cries into him. "I know you will, love. I know you will..."

She looks around, paranoia hitting her hard in the chest as she fumbles for her inhaler, clasping the red cartridge and taking two large puffs from it and slipping it back into her pocket. She stops before the elementary school, kissing Hamish's head before patting his back and letting him run up the steps and into the large building as she walks on, fingers running over the red plaid of her skirt and the white of her blouse. She fastens the buttons of her red jumper, looking to her black slips as she walks in the cold London morning to her college. A small one, but one nonetheless. 

She rounds the corner, seeing something she never wanted to see again. Something she never hoped of seeing in her life, ever again. The face. The eyes. The stance. Even... even the uniform. Alexander Jason Moran-Moriarty of the psychopathic and murderous MorMorFam.