Sherlock: The Next Generation

Chapter 78

Author's Note

Sorry for the short chapter! Lack of inspiration Dx Only two more to go, though! They should be published by next Tuesday (when I go to Portugal). 

Enjoy!

Chapter 78

Hamish let out a small huff as he was ushered into the building by Ollie. "I can't believe you're making me do this."

"It will be fun," Ollie grinned at his boyfriend, rolling his eyes at Hamish's scowl. "It will help you improve your skating... and anyway, it's better than not doing anything when you don't have a case."

Hamish wasn't sure. He'd rather not be going to some stupid ice skating competition. He didn't want to do it. He was good enough, of course, he just had not interest in competitions unlike Ollie who had been doing them for quite some time. Hamish, however... Didn't want to be here. Also, what if he lost? That would just be embarrassing. Ollie would never let him hear the last of it if he came last in his category. At least he was in a different group to Ollie, though. He didn't really want to compete with his boyfriend who was quite a bit better.

Hamish remained silent (quite a rare thing) as he pulled on his ice skates, Ollie sitting beside him and doing the same thing. Though he wouldn't admit it Hamish was nervous. He really shouldn't be. It was just a small club competition, not exactly much and something he was being forced to go to. He shouldn't be nervous. It wasn't like he skated for anything more than recreational purposes.  

"Stop being such a grump and lighten up," Ollie elbowed Hamish as they headed into the rink. Both headed onto the ice for a quick warm up before moving to the seating. There were a few categories before Hamish, then Ollie. It would be interesting to watch.

Hamish felt his nervousness rise as it gradually got closer to the time that he had to go on, hands clenched together and his entire body stiff. Ollie looked slightly concerned, and also a bit amused. After all it wasn't every day that you saw Hamish Watson-Holmes worry over some trivial manner such as a skating competition. He was normally so confident, bordering on arrogant. No, he was

​definitely ​

arrogant. So this occurrence really was odd.

"Hamish Watson-Holmes."

"That's you," Ollie smiled, giving Hamish a pat on the shoulder. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Hamish muttered, taking in a shaky breath. Well this was it. Onward to embarrassment. He pushed himself up, taking the guards off of his skates and heading onto the ice. Once he was in the centre, facing the judges it began. He tried not to think, going with the flow as he swiftly went through the moves. He made sure not to look at Ollie. That would only cause him to lose all of his concentration.

It was over in a surprisingly short space of time and, well, he hadn't done too badly. A small stumble here and a mistake in a jump there but overall it was pretty good. He was pleased.

"Well done!" Ollie grinned, pulling Hamish down into a kiss as he returned.

"Thanks," Hamish blushed slightly, sitting down with a sigh. "Better than I expected."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"... Yes."

"Told you it would be fun!" Ollie's smug look gained him a glare from Hamish. Ollie wasn't too bothered by that. Hamish was always glaring and acting grumpy and oh so superior but he really was quite a fun and nice person. On the inside. Deep deep down on the inside.

It wasn't long before Ollie was called up, being one of the first in his category. Hamish wished him a quick good luck. He probably wouldn't need it, though. He was pretty talented. Better than Hamish, at least, loath as Hamish was to admit it. His eyes followed Ollie as the young man moved out into the middle of the ice and took up his starting position.

Ollie's skating was truly beautiful. Every line he created, the simple movements across the ice, the jumps and perfect landing. It was all... amazing. Any doubts Hamish had ever had that he was in love with this man were erased as he watched him. The whole thing just made him think about everything that was Ollie, his personality, appearance, mannerism, everything. There was no denying it. Hamish had never loved someone as much as he loved Ollie. And that was something he found hard to admit, even to himself. These kinds of feelings were difficult for him. Familial love was fine. He knew he loved Martin as a brother because they had always been so close and shared everything. But this... this kind of thing confused Hamish. It had taken him long enough to realise he liked Ollie.

But there was no one else he could see himself spending his life with. As Sherlock had John, and Martin Max, Hamish had Ollie.

That was all he could ask for.