Genes of a Genius [A parentlock fanfiction, made with ohmygodhai] ~DISCONTINUED~

Chapter 8

Hamish awoke, his eyes groggy and his whole body aching. He looked around, he was not in 221B anymore.

 "Ah, Hamish, you're awake." A voice called from a metre or less away.

Hamish looked up, it seemed that there was a huge light source in front of him. He was now in a car.

The street lamps passed and Hamish's sight was now clearer. Mycroft was looking at him through the wing mirror.

"Uncle Mycroft" Hamish exhaled. "Where's dad?" He asked.

"I'm afraid Daddy is occupied elsewhere," he replied, looking away.

"What- where?"

"He's sent you away Hamish. He doesn't want you anymore." He growled, turning in his seat to face him.

"Wh-what why?" Tears began to well up in the boys eyes, he was confused.

"You've been a very naughty boy Hamish, and Daddy doesn't want you anymore."

"Why-why?" He sobbed.

"You're irritating Hamish. You're getting in the way of his work. This is Sherlock Holmes we're talking about, did you really think this was going to last forever?" He snickered.

"I don't understand- where-where are you taking me?" Hamish sniffled.

"Home." Mycroft stated.

"But my home is with my dad!"

"We're here." The driver stated before Hamish could say anything else.

"Ah, come along Hamish." Mycroft opened Hamish's door.

"No-no.. N-no.. Where is home? Where am I going?"

"Back to the lab, nephew dear." Mycroft grabbed the sobbing boy tightly by the arm and pulled him out of the car.

"No- no! Not the lab! Anywhere please! Anywhere but the lab!" He cried, being dragged across the ground, his feet kicking and his arms desperately trying to grab onto anything he could.

"Dad!" He cried, "dad!" He yelled again as they entered through the double doors. "I want my Dad!"

"Daddy can't hear you now." Doctor James snickered, kneeled down by Hamish's side. This was the Doctor who had betrayed Sherlock and told him the boy was dead. He had now gone insane with guilt and enjoyed testing on Hamish day and night, he was the one Hamish hated the most.

Hamish turned and Mycroft was gone, he was now being held down to a chair. Strapped down to the familiar cold metal surface.

"No! No!" He shrieked as a dozen doctors strapped the leather across his skin and eventually a bit between his teeth.He resorted to screaming and struggling again.He felt the needles penetrate his skin again, his 'clever' drugs were being given to him again.

"Time to make you clever," they all grinned.

"Now Hamish, are you going to be a good boy and stop being such a baby?" James asked, his hot breath causing Hamish to squirm as it hit his face. Hamish hesitated, a tear slipping down his cheek. He slowly nodded.

"Good," a smile tugged at the corners of James' mouth.

"How do we solve this economic crisis?" A woman held up a picture of some kind of flag and the bit was released from Hamish's mouth.

"A referendum and a new president," Hamish said without being able to control it, it was as if he just... Knew.

"How do we catch this most wanted?" A man held up a mug shot.