The Final Chapter

What Happened?

*William POV*

Dinner is a quiet affair tonight, mood somber. Hamish and I help clear the table after everyone is finished eating, washing up the dinner dishes. Honeycomb, the new dog, keeps running through the kitchen behind us.

"Do you think he'll come back?"

"He shouldn't. Uncle Mike said he wouldn't, and even if he tried he couldn't get to us again."

"What about daddy? Is he okay?"

"I don't know Hamish."

"And papa?"

"No more questions. Lets go sit down in the sitting room with the adults."

Hamish follows me, Honeycomb as well. We don't go into the room straight away, instead standing just behind the door to listen.

"What are they talking about? Can you hear them?"

"Shhh. They'll hear us."

I shove Hamish back lightly, wincing when he trips backwards. No one in the room seems to have heard though, so I let out the breath I had been holding. Hamish scoots closer to the door, pressing his ear against the wood. I do the same, finally catching bits of the conversation.

"You need to tell them Sherlock."

Uncle Mike sounds worried, but continues to tell him that we need to know something.

"I know. We'll tell them soon."

"How soon? They need to know."

"When we are ready Mycroft! I dont even know all of what happened. And how do we explain this to them? How do we tell them about the phsycopath that has been stalking me since I got out of the institution?"

"Slowly. Carefully. You need to calm down first."

Honeycomb starts whining, pawing at the door. Footsteps approach the door on the other side, so I jump back quickly. It opens suddenly, the three of us spilling into the room. Everyone jumps when we fall, all heads turning to us. Papa walks over slowly, helping us up. My face is burning, they weren't supposed to know we were listening. Honeycomb runs over to daddy, burrowing under his arm.

"What are you boys doing up still?

Uncle Mike is sitting on the floor now, beside daddy and Honeycomb. He's trying to calm daddy down, he's shaking badly. I stand, slowly making my way over. He jumps when I reach out, but then pulls me down next to him. Hamish sits down in front of us, close to tears.

"Greg, come on."

I glance over, noticing the way he is staring at Uncle Mycroft, hardly blinking when aproached. They leave the room, saying something about bringing their stuff into the guest room. He said room. One room, not two. We have many extra rooms, but they are staying in one together. Papa closes the door, sitting on the floor with the rest of us.

"We need to talk about something. To tell you two why Moriarty came here and did what he did."

He starts explaining everything, stopping when daddy starts crying again.

"Come here Sherlock."

Papa hugs him tightly, rocking him back and forth.

"You're okay, calm down. Boys, its time for bed."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be. Go upstairs, we'll be up soon. Let me clam him down first."

"Okay."

"Go straight up and get ready for bed, I mean it. I dont want to catch you two downstairs again tonight."

"Yes papa."

I grab Hamishes hand, pulling him upstairs with me. Uncle Mike is waiting in our room for us, asking how we are doing.

"Are you boys okay?"

"Yes."

"Greg and I are spending a few nights here, come over and talk to us if you need anything."

"Okay."

"Now get to bed. I love you two."

"Night uncle Mike. Love you too."

He leaves the room promptly, holding the door for Papa and Daddy to come through.

"I love you boys. Get some sleep, okay? We're in our room if you need anything."

Hamish and I climb into our beds, burrowing under the covers. I roll over after about an hour of staring at the ceiling, looking out the window instead. The last thing I see before I fall asleep is a small blinking light, set in the upper left corner of the window frame.