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

Chapter Three - The Glasses

"Hamish!" the teacher, Mr. Collins, screams, slapping his desk with the pointer. "Pay attention, Mr. Holmes-Watson." He nods, sitting up right from having been leaning on his elbow, lost in thought. Thoughts of how to stop Moriarty from taking his sister away. He had been thinking of it the whole day, his own home infiltrated by the man and making him worry about her during his classes.

"Mr. Holmes-Watson, pay attention or you will be send to the headmaster for a talk. Again." Mr Collins looks to him sternly, black tie clashing with his pink shirt and black over coat. "Is that understood?"

Hamish nods, Mr. Collins walking over to him and squatting down before his desk. "Misha, is something wrong? You're never like this." He looks to the class, standing and directing them to work on their papers, then looking to Hamish. "Mr. Holmes-Watson, I'll see you out in the hall."

Hamish nods, grabbing his papers and filing them away in his bag before exiting the room, sitting against the wall and sighing, rubbing his temples much like of his father. Mr. Collins would always be nice enough to care for the students, but never like this. He always treated the boy with less care as the others, afraid that the other students would be jealous.

After a while in the silence, Mr. Collins comes from the room, sitting beside Hamish and letting out a deep and regretful sigh. "I understand your family goes through a lot of stress, Hamish. Taking the crimes in London and such is hard work. I know, because I was one of the secret agents around here."

"Really?" the young boy asks, looking up the the teacher with a wide grin. "You took cases too?"

"Yep," he replies simply, grinning. "Many of them. I've seen your blog, Hamish. You are such a wonderful writer, and very good with crimes."

"Oh no, my sister and my dads do most of the work. I just put down the information and piece everything into the blog at the end." He hesitates, taking in a shaking breath, alerting Mr. Collins. And that's what's wrong with me today..."

"And what is that?"

"Remember my input on the Moriarty-Moran's?" he asks, eyes watering and his bag gripped tightly to his red plaid vest. Mr. Collins nods, raising an eyebrow. "They said if Papa doesn't give him the code to our computer, then he's going to take my sister away..."

"Have you tried the police?" he asks, appalled.

"Papa says not to. They never do any good."

"Maybe you should just head home. I'm sure Haley'll be fine. Your dads always find something to do, right?"

Hamish nods, faking a smile and standing, Mr. Collins doing so as well. "I'll write you a note to take to the headmaster so you may leave. And don't fret about her, Hamish. She'll be fine. I promise."

"Thank you sir," Hamish says with a teary smile, waiting for him to return with the yellow slip of paper. He takes it, running down the hall to the office and flying out of the school, running up the road to the university.

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He sits in class with her, her pale face bright red and Lela snickering. She sighs, rubbing his soft hand with her thumb, looking to her crying little brother.

"Ms. Holmes-Watson, care to explain?" the teacher, Ms. Jackson, sneers. Haley shakes her head, Ms. Jackson not having it. "I demand you explain yourself for this interruption of my class young lady!"

"Fine!" she shouts, everyone looking t them if they weren't already. "He's scared. I'm scared. I'm going to be taken away tonight if my father doesn't give a very evil man the code to my computer... Moriarty."

The whole class audibly gasps, the teacher even covering her mouth in awe. "Ms. Holmes-Watson, Mr. Holmes-Watson, you may be excused from class. No need to have your homework in tomorrow, Haley.... Good luck."

She nods, Hamish grabbing Haley's hand tighter and pushing up his glasses. She sighs, grabbing her things, standing in the large room, Hamish along with her. "Let's go," she says lovingly to her brother. He nods, letting her lead him out of the class and down the corridor, trying to ignore the boy following the two of them.

Something sharp pierces her skin just across her neck, hand around her waist and holding her to a body, Hamish squealing and running out.

"Now now, Missy, think you'll be leaving?" someone says, laughing a bit. "I don't think so without that code...."

Quickly, she bashes in his knee with her foot, twisting to escape the cut of the blade and grabbing his arm, tossing him to the ground. She steps on his back, pulling his arm back and huffing, needing her medicine. Alex screams beneath her, hitting the floor, making her laugh. She pulls with all of her might, dislocating his shoulder and then kicks in his face, grabbing her bag and fleeing, Hamish waiting for her at the front desk.

"We're leaving. Life threatening situation," she manages, Hamish knowing what she was trying to resist.

"Haley! Use the inhaler!"

She shakes her head, not having it on her. He grabs her bag, searching through it as she falls to her knees, gasping and coughing, looking to her brother in fear as he pushes up his glasses again and grabs the bright red cylinder, putting it in her mouth and putting her head on his knees. He presses down on the silver button, crying in fear.

"Breathe Haley! Breathe!" he screams, the desk woman dialing John's number, but not getting any answer. Hamish cries out, watching her eyes roll into her head and shakes her. "Haley! No!" he screams, tossing the red thing to the side and pushing in on her sides, panicking like never before.