Only Yours

26

Sherlock's P.O.V

'BORED!' I glance at William, who is tapping away on his laptop. 'What are you doing?' I ask sullenly. He doesn't take his eye off the screen, replying 'My blog.'

Yes. I know. My son has a blog. You may ask, how could I let this happen?

It is pointless. But I am not allowed to voice my objections, according to John. I am meant to be 'building his self-confidence' and other drivel like that.

William started his blog when he started at Sherwood. On the first day, all he got asked was whether he was the son of Sherlock Holmes and what it was like to live with me.

So he decided to write a blog.

Called 'Living with Sherlock Holmes.'

My own son, my own flesh-and-blood, betrayed me.

We fall back into silence. I look at the screen but he turns it around so I can't see. 'What are you writing about?'

He sighs and shows me the screen. I look at the title.

'Obsession with body parts in the fridge.'

'You are joking, right? Do people actually read this? And you love the body parts in the fridge! You help me with my experiments!'

'I know, but people don't want to hear about me. They want to hear about you. Someone paid me twenty pounds for your autograph.'

'I didn't give anyone my autograph.'

'I forged it. I've got a whole business going now.' he says casually. I am shocked that my own son is exploiting me like this.

'And...' I check the number of views. '26,000 people read this?'

'Course. You're famous, Dad. Everyone loves you. You know, #Johnlock and all.'

Johnlock?

'#Johnlock? What is that? It sounds awful. Ghastly.' William rolls his eyes at me and focuses on the screen again.

I watch him for a bit but I am SO BORED. I feel like shooting the wall. But I'm not allowed to do that anymore. It was too expensive to keep re-plastering it.

After another thirty seconds of watching William type, I've had enough.

'That's it. We're going out. No more blogs. We'll go to the Yard. John!' I shout, planning on saying we are going for a walk or something but he doesn't reply.

'He's out with Jonty and the twins, Daddy. They took Blackbeard for a walk.' William is looking at me with amusement and to try and hide my embarrassment I get up, pulling on my coat.

'Oh. Well, we'll just go anyway.'

'Yes!' He grins and runs into his room, coming out with his coat and scarf on. 'Yeah! Uncle Lestrade said I could help him on the Davidson case next time we came.'

'The Davidson case? So easy. It was obviously-'

'The wife, I know. I figured it out almost as soon as we left the Yard.' By this point we are at the bottom of the stairs and I quickly unlock the front door. 'Come on then William. If we're quick, maybe we can be back before-'

'Before what?' I turn around and there stands John, on the doorstep, smiling at us.

'Hello boys! Where are you two going?' he smiles at me and ruffles William's hair. William scowls and quickly puts it back into place as I desperately try and think of an excuse.

John doesn't like me taking the kids to the Yard. He says it isn't age-appropriate and morbid.

'We are...going to get William's school uniform.' William looks at me in disgust and opens his mouth to complain, probably about how bad an excuse it is, but it is too late so I carry on with the terrible lie.. 'Yep, just going to get school uniform.'