Faults of the Fallen - Sequel to Impossible

chapter 14

Sherlock stopped, and looked at the man. Now that he knew who he was, he could see so many similar features. John had his nose, his eyes, his height. Even their voices were similar.

The next thing Sherlock noticed was the fact that John didn't look happy to see his dad. He'd been told that John's dad was fighting in the army, and so they hadn't seen him in a while, but was only now beginning to question the truth behind those claims. You'd think John would at least be excited to know his dad got a discharge.

Finally, Sherlock's mind landed on a single question.

If he hasn't been in the army, where has he been?

John wouldn't lie for no reason. He was clearly trying to hide something, and the only reason people lie about where their parents are is if they're sick (which he could see wasn't true), dead (again, slightly obvious is false), in jail, or a dick.

He was certainly acting like a dick. He was giving John all kinds of shit. Sherlock was slightly tuned out of the conversation. He didn't mean to be, but it happened. However, what he heard when he tuned back in was something he'd never want John to hear.

"You were a waste... A useless piece of shit, and you can't even date a fucking chick, after all I've done for you. I could've sent you away, made sure you never came to this school, but I didn't, because I expected you'd give me some fucking satisfaction for once in your miserable life" He was saying. John was looking down at his feet, for once, not even facing the man before him.

At eleven years old, Sherlock saw John take down an evil genius, literally with his hands tied behind his back. He'd seen him stare death in the face and laugh. But there he was, frozen in fear, because his own father was yelling at him, and it made Sherlock go crazy with anger.

How dare someone make John feel inferior, and make him feel like he can't even look someone in the eyes.

How dare anyone ever upset John.

"You shut up, now. Mr Watson, I'll acknowledge that, as John's father, you will reserve the right to discipline him how you want" Sherlock started. John's dad shut up, and John looked up at him "But the way you're doing it is shit and you shouldn't even be a father."

"Excuse you, you little sh-" John's dad fumed, but was cut off.

"Now, before another word exits your enourmous mouth, that's full of shit anyway, I'd like to remind you that right now, we are in the care of the school, and that, while you're his dad, his mother did send him here, and has to agree to let him come.

"I'd also like to mention, of course, that, in his time here, John has made some powerful friends (who are actually some of the most feared people in the school) and you would be making a stupid decision to do anything to harm him. Or perhaps, in words suited to someone of your... brain development, 'if you dare even touch John Watson, I promise I will personally fuck you up'"

He was rendered speechless, then turned back to John. "Now I'm out, I will see you next holidays, boy. Now keep that in mind before you make any decisions"

And with that, he left, leaving the carriage silent again.

Sherlock wrapped his arm around John, in an attempt to be comforting. "It's okay, John. I won't let anyone hurt you"

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