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

Chapter Thirteen - Run For It, Daddy

Johnathan Hamish Holmes-Watson, a widower and a childless father. Haley Jane Holmes-Watson, kidnapped and enslaved, parent-less and missed. But, that wasn't really the case. In fact, there was a chance they would all be back, John, Hamish, Sherlock, Haley, Sarah, Irene, Dalton, Lela, everyone. Well, that's what John dreamed of that night between crying and wanting to kill himself to be back with Sherlock.

A knock on the door made him jump that next morning. He was still in bed, holding onto the blankets and sniffling. He sat up after a while and eight more rounds of knocks. "Who is it?" he called. No answer. He swung his legs over the bed, feeling a sharp pain surge through his shin and thigh. Cane, cane, cane! Where was that bloody thing? 

He grabs it, limping to the door and peering out the eye hole. Black curls. He unlocks the door, not looking away. The curls spin around to the ice blue eyes of the young girl, bone-dry cold and shaking, Sarah putting up her hair. 

What seemed like forever for him to open the door and open his arms was really just seconds. She fell into him, crying into his shaking statue. Finally, home. Finally, a parent who wasn't dead. The smell of death hit her and she cringed, putting her hands to his shoulders and pushing him back.

"What the hell is that awful, wretched stench?" she asks, regretting her next sniffle dearly. Sarah plugs her nose, waving at John and looking around the dusty flat. 

"They got them," John mumbles, choking on his words. Got them? Got who? Who was them? Oh yeah, his son and friend. That's right.

Haley let go of him and walked towards the staircase, picking up her inhaler from the table and taking in a couple huffs she needed ever so badly, but was able to live without for the last few hours. Cautiously, she took two steps at a time to reach the next level where the smell was even worse. 

"Hamish?" she called, walking into their bedroom to see her mother and kid brother laying dead upon the floor, a book opened and splattered with blood, just like everything else. She screamed, cried, but she couldn't hear herself over the fear and the overwhelming sadness that had made her bleed out her tears like a trickling crack in a dam, ready to implode at any second. 

It felt like slow-motion as she fell to her knees but was quickly recovered by John lifting her from the floor and hauling her from the room. Everything hurt, because everything was over. 

"Haley," he grunted, trying to set her down without her kicking him, "Haley, stop it! Stop this right now!" She screams again, Sarah running to them and grabbing her wrists. John tries again, setting her on her feet but not unwrapping his arms from around her waist, holding her tightly to his person.

"Haley, please, stop it. We're leaving. Okay? We're going to run away. I don't know where we're going, but as long as it's away from here, it's fine, okay?" he asks, holding her until she fell silent, looking to her bare feet. At some point she lost her slips, but she didn't care. With a nod, he lets go and she falls to her knees, her wrists still held by Sarah. John looks over her and smiles, waving back. 

"Get your things, John. I'll make sure she gets hers, okay?" she offers, John nodding and running downstairs to his and Sherlock's room and grab his wardrobe, well, as much as he could fit in his case, and stands by the door with an AED kit and a couple extra inhaler cartridges, just in case. Sarah descended the stairs with Haley trailing behind, a case each and the bright red inhaler in Haley's grip, as well as her Sock Monkey. 

It was just a key chain, but it's what her father gave her for her Nobel Peace Prize Award celebration. In her case is just some shirts, jeans, socks, panties, bras, so on so forth, and a gun with ammo out the wazzoo.

"We're going to go stay with uncle Mycroft," John says. haley looks up and glares at him.

"We can't! Moriarty's got him, too!" she yells, John letting out a sigh. 

"Then we can go to an old friend of mine's for the time being. We need to lay low," John says, leading them down the staircase and out into the fresh air. Suddenly, the air freezes and a whip cracks, Haley falls and Sarah screams. Another whip. 

"Run for it," Haley cries, "Run fo r it daddy!" The whip cracks again and she goes silent, Sarah as well. John driops his case and tries to get down the street, stopped by the grin of Moriarty's face. 

"Hello, Johnathan," James sneers and laughs. He could see the tears running down the man's face and only laughed again, then forced a pout. "Seems like you're done, aren't you? I'm taking over London, and there's nothing you can-"