PREFACE
Title: Forget The Milk, Get Him To School
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Hamish Holmes - Watson, Mrs Hudson...
Rating: T
Warnings/Triggers: Some strong language use.
Spoilers: No spoilers for the real episodes, this fanfic is set after the Reichenbach fall.
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Summary: Hamish has been growing up for 5 years now, it's time to face the big wide world and let him into school. Parentlock. Sequel to my first ever fic 'I Asked For Milk, Not A Baby'
Author's notes: So here is the first chapter of the first sequel, as promised! These sequels will be shorter than the original but I hope you enjoy them. This is a story made by me (Sophlock) and Femke (JustFemke).
Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good looks. We only created the story; the rest belongs to them.
Enjoy!
John was sat in the adjoining kitchen and lounge typing on his blog again about Hamish's latest antics and the cases they'd done.
Sherlock looked up from his experiment under his trusty microscope and looked over his goggles at his boyfriend "Where's Hamish?"
The blogger looked around the surprisingly quiet room "I have no ide-.."
Hamish cut John off as he ran excitedly into the room, with a matchbox "Look dad and daddy!"
Sherlock turned in his chair to face his son "Oh hello! What?"
"Look daddy..." The 5 year old boy ran over to his daddy as John watched with a loving smile. "I did an experi... Ment..."
The detective looked down at Hamish with a raised eyebrow "That's lovely Hamish"
"I saw a spider and I..." Hamish played with the little closed box in his hands "and I painted 3 dots on it and..." He looked proudly over at John, who looked back at him with a horrified face.
Sherlock smirked at his partner and then looked back down at the mini version of himself "That's great Hamish!"
"And I released it.." The little boy smiled proudly up at his daddy, still brandishing the box.
The ex army doctor screwed up his face and made an exasperated sound at his partner "Sherlock! Look what you teach him!"
The tall man chuckled and ruffled Hamish's dark curly hair "Well done! We'll see what happens later then!"
"Oh but that was 3 weeks ago..." Hamish giggled as he looked at John, who was becoming a bit pale.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows "Oh?"
Hamish couldn't speak out of excitement and pride "And- and- and today I found it dead in the bathroom sink!"
"Oh ok! Any interesting data collected?" Sherlock smirked at John, encouraging the little boy.
"What's data daddy... I- I knew it was that spider cause it... Had 3 dots on it..." Hamish frowned at the box in his small hands.
"Did you find anything interesting out? How it died? Where it's been?" The detective smiled proudly down at his son.
"I... I saw a hair on it.. So that means... It went in the brushes..." Hamish grinned as he realised and ran off to the bathroom where the brushes were.
"Enough!" John sighed as the boy didn't listen.
Sherlock laughed heartily "Oh John this is great! Just look at him!" He was so proud, Hamish was a mini version of him!
The shorter man rolled his eyes "He is deducing dead spiders... Great..."
"It /is/ great!" The dark haired man's smile dropped as he remembered "Ugh he has to go to school today doesn't he?"
"Yes he does so go after him and please tell him to throw away the dead spider..." John frowned and went back to typing slowly.
"But he'll want to analyse it!" The detective took his goggles off and got up anyway.
"Get him ready and teach him to not deduce creepy alive things!" John frowned as his blog froze for a second.
"Fine..." The detective went to the bathroom "Hamish?"
"Yes daddy I'm just..." Hamish took some hairs from the brushes and the now open spider box.
"I know Hamish... But you have to get ready for school... Maybe you can look later?" Sherlock sympathised with his son, stopping an exciting experiment was hard.
"But dad will take the spider... " Hamish glanced at his daddy with puppy eyes then went back and compared the hairs.
"No he won't... I'll keep it hidden for you... And dad's going to work anyway" Sherlock smiled reassuringly.
"Oh ok..." Hamish was stalling for time as he carried on frowning at the hairs.
Sherlock put a firm but gentle hand on his son's shoulder "Come on... Stop it..."
"But..." The little boy carried on, still stalling for time.
"Come on Hamish..." The detective moved his hand so it laid over Hamish's, stopping the boy from carrying on.
Hamish groaned dramatically as he closed the box back up. He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest as he frowned up at his daddy.
"Sorry Hamish... But you have to go to school..." The detective smirked a little, he used to do that all the time when he was little too.
"I don't like school." The little boy pouted defiantly.
"You haven't even been yet!" Sherlock gently started guiding the boy to the kitchen to get his lunch bag.
"But I can tell it is stupid..." Hamish resisted a bit but there was no point fighting against his tall daddy.
"It is. You're right. But you have to go ok?" The tall detective packed the food into the bag for his son.
"I don't want to go to school" Hamish let his arms droop and looked up sadly.
"You /have/ to..." Sherlock left the bag on the side and picked his son up under the arms and grinned at him "I'll help you with your spider if you go!"
"Can we eat pizza tonight?" Hamish used his infamous puppy eyes, they always worked on dad, but it was less of a chance with daddy.
It seemed to work as Sherlock smiled "Yes... Yes we can have pizza..." He rolled his eyes, that boy and his damn pizza.
"Good!" The 5 year old beamed as his daddy put him back on the ground again.
John smiled "You'll get pizza.. Now go go go!" He stood up and put his coat on.
"What John? No emotional departure?" Sherlock smirked, knowing his partner's usual emotional antics.
John pretended to scoff, him, emotional? Nooope. "Shut up about that... I'm not emotional... At all" God yes he was damn emotional.
"Daddy why is dad lying? He tells me it is bad to lie." Hamish tugged on his daddy's sleeve.
Sherlock smirked and raised his eyebrows "John, even Hamish knows you're lying..."
"Fine it'll come when he's entered but.. Oh no.." John sniffed as he felt the tears prickling. Dammit.
"Why does dad always cry?" The little boy took his bag off the side then rejoined his daddy at his side.
"I don't know Hamish..." The taller man shook his head and smiled.
"Oh well... Stop it dad..." Hamish screwed up his nose.
John looked offended at first but then chuckled at his son's face.
"Yeah John, stop it..." Sherlock grinned cheekily.
"Come on..." John walked off towards the door.
Sherlock smiled at Hamish's little hand in his big one and started walking to the door too.
They walked out onto the street and hailed a cab, they told the cabbie the name of the school, Weston Primary School, a small school hidden away, with outstanding OFSTED awards and an excellent record.
Hamish looked out of the window, a bit worried as they left the busy city centre.
Sherlock squeezed Hamish's hand reassuringly and smiled at him.
"Can't daddy come with me dad?" The little boy snuggled up to his daddy to show how attached he was.
"No, hamish you'll have to do it without us, dad needs to work and daddy has things to do..." John felt bad but it was the best thing to do, even if it was adorable how much Sherlock got on well with their son.
"You'll be fine Hamish, just stay with the nice people. If there are any." The detective frowned a little.
Hamish looked up at his daddy scared.
John pulled a disbelieving face at his partner. Dammit Sherlock he was all alright to go! "Sherlock!"
"What? We all know it's going to be full of idiots..." Sherlock did feel bad though, that was a stupid thing for him to say.
The little boy looked out of the window again as a police car sped by, it reminded him of his Uncle Lestrade.
The ex army doctor mouthed at his partner "You better say something nice about it moron!"
Sherlock raised an eyebrow back and sighed "Look Hamish, there will be nice food." He mouthed back at John "Happy now?"
"There won't be pizza..." Hamish stuck out his lower lip.
"You'll get your pizza this evening!" John was always amazed at how much this kid was obsessed with pizza. He mouthed back at Sherlock "No nope not good enough"
Sherlock rolled his eyes at his boyfriend "Hamish, there will be... Jigsaws."
The boy's eyes widened, he liked jigsaws at least, puzzles for his brain. He hoped they had those big ones that daddy gave him, the ones with 500 pieces... "When are we at school?"
The detective ignored another eye roll from his boyfriend "Nearly there Hamish..."
John smiled supportively "I'll come and get you at school after work Hamish, you'll be with a teacher until then"
Sherlock burst out before he could stop himself "Teachers have no common sense!"
Hamish frowned as John hissed at the taller man "Shut up Sherlock!"
The detective whispered back "But it's true!"
"Shut up!" The shorter man raised his eyebrows in disbelief at his partner.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows "Sorry..." He decided to just over exaggerate and lie to keep him happy " Fine, listen Hamish, school be wonderful, there will be loads of nice kids there, all the teachers will be Einstein and you'll never be bored." He looked at John with a look of 'Happy now John?'
"Dad, he's lying tell him to stop" Hamish frowned, why did his parents lie when they told him he wasn't allowed?
The cab pulled up at the school and John paid before getting out with his son "Come on Hamish."
Sherlock climbed out after them and retook his son's hand.
Hamish looked up at his parents on either side of him "I'll miss you"
"We'll miss you too Hamish." They walked towards the entrance where a teacher was waiting to greet the new kids.
"Oh another new kid? Come in, come in, say goodbye to your daddy and... uncle?" She smiled cheerily as she decided she'd got it right with Uncle.
"Daddy and dad... bye bye dad and daddy!" Hamish let go of Sherlock's hand.
The detective scoffed "Sorry, but he's clearly not his uncle, he looks nothing like either of us and just look at the turn ups on his jeans!" God, see, no common sense!
"Oh ok.. sorry, come on school is about to start" She was a bit flustered but tried to keep calm as she guided Hamish into the school.
John felt the tears coming again "Bye Hamish dad and daddy will miss you, do good, be nice to people, and do what the teachers say you'll have to do, eat your lunch, try to follow in class, make some new friends, and don't forget to wait for me to get you at 3.30!"
Hamish rolled his eyes at Sherlock, who smirked in return "yes dad!"
Sherlock ruffled his son's dark curly hair just before he left "Just don't talk to anyone that reminds you of Anderson ok?"
"Ok daddy" They bent down so he could kiss them goodbye before he ran off with the teacher.
"Oh Sherlock..." The ex army doctor wiped away some tears.
Sherlock put an arm around his partner as he watched his son walk off "Yes John?"
"He's getting such a big boy..." John sniffled as the boy went out of sight.
"I know... It's scary." Sherlock nodded, it was true, it didn't feel like 5 years since he'd found his son on the doorstep.
"Yes it is..." John wiped more tears away "I have to go to work now.."
"Ok... Well I'll drop you off if you like?" The detective patted his boyfriend's side comfortingly.
"I'm just going to take the cab, you can go home" John managed a smile and hugged his tall partner.
"Are you sure? I'll come in the cab with you." The detective kissed John's sandy hair.
"No I'm sure" John smiled "Now go on a case!" He chuckled a bit and kissed Sherlock'a cheek.
"Ok... Well I was going to drop by the mortuary actually. Molly has some new tests for me." Sherlock frowned a little, he'd stopped doing stuff like that a lot because of Hamish, but he wanted to go back today.
"Oh ok well I'll miss you" The shorter man smiled, he didn't mind that Sherlock was doing that, as long as it wasn't anything that effected Hamish.
"Miss you too..." Sherlock let go and kissed John's nose "Now go, you'll be late for work!"
"Ok ok.." John smiled as he got back in the cab that had dropped them off.
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