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

Chapter Four - His Fall Instead

Sherlock looks up from his mug, seeing John pace about. The phone rings, a sign not welcome in the middle of the day. Everything makes John worry, especially about this time. He grabs it quickly, eyes going wide. "Haley's school," he mumbles, Sherlock sitting up and setting the mug upon the table before him from the sofa. 

Bringing the phone to his ear, he quickly drops it, grabbing his coat from the door and bounding down the stairs. Sherlock is quick to follow, only before shutting the phone off and grabbing her kit, doubting the school's sufficient needs for the asthmatic children. 

Hamish sits there, her head in his lap, unsure of why she had gone quiet, just laying there, frozen it seemed. "Haley?" he quivers, scared of what was wrong. She had done this before, but it sent both of the dads into tears and a trip to the hospital where she had to stay for weeks at a time. This was most likely another one of the times, but possibly the hospital could protect her more. 

"Haley? will you please wake up? Daddy and Papa are coming," he cries, ignoring the tears and sobs of the lady behind the desk. He doesn't look up from her pale face, running his fingers through her black curls. "Haley, please wake up..." 

"I don't think she will," Alex grins, limping over to them. Hamish looks up, gasping in fear. "And once we're all done with her, she never will be." 

"No!" Hamish screams, Alex laughing. "No! Don't touch her! Don't take her from us!" he begs, no sound of the lady anymore. "Someone help! Someone help us!" he cries, hoping someone would stop Alex from grabbing Hamish's collar, pulling him up from his knees. Haley falls to the floor, Hamish screaming and trashing about.

Alex only laughs at his, grabbing his throat, an holding him up, the boy grabbing his wrist and kicking about, trying to be freed of his grip. "Can't leave now, huh?" he sneers, grinning.

The doors fly open, John running to Haley with the kit as Sherlock grabs Alex, forcing him to drop the boy. Hamish falls onto his bottom, wincing in pain and rubbing the red and pressed in skin of his throat. Alex shouts in protest, John frantically trying to awake this girl. 

"Hey, Haley, wake up for me please, okay?" he pleads to her silent body, pressing the elephant nose to her face, holding her wrist with his two fingers and thumb, watching for her very faint, unreliable pulse. 

"Let go of me!" Alex shouts, his voice echoing down the hall as Hamish kneels on the other side of his loving sister. Sherlock shakes his head, slamming him against the wall and pinning his arms behind his back, forcefully and harshly, obviously causing him pain. 

"Tick tock goes the clock, time is running out! Seems the code is nowhere told so Sherlock is in doubt!" Alex laughs, looking to the man behind him. "Tick tock goes the clock, time is passing by. Eight hours 'till time stands still and the girl is mine!" 

Sherlock slams him harder against the wall, hearing something break, watching the life drain from his face and the teenager go limp in his grip. All John hears next is a body falling to the floor and the slight gawk of exasperated shock come from his husband.  Haley gasps, eyes fluttering open wide and the doctor sighs, petting her head and smiling down at her, Hamish looking over to the consulting detective. 

"Papa," he starts, sounding afraid to see his papa standing over the still body of Alexander Sebastian Moriarty-Moran. "Papa, what have you done?"

John now looks, the happiness fading. "John," Sherlock whispers slightly, "I think I just killed him..."

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Hand in hand with his sister, Hamish sniffles as he sits beside her bed in St. Bartholomew's hospital. A blanket wrapped around his shivering shoulders, he watches her shallow breathing move her chest up and down, only a little. He had seen this many times before, having to make sure she was still breathing during the night at the flat, but now was more scary than ever.