A/N: A two parter sequel to Dust to Dust which is a sequel to Do You Renounce Evil (maybe worth reading those before this one, if you do, and you enjoy them, please leave a review - thank you ;D). This will probably be the last one in this sequence as I can't see this storyline going any further. Please review and please be kind. Thank you :-)

Still don't own, wish I did ;-P

Chapter One.

Sherlock could hear the yelling as soon as he opened the door to 221. Closing the door quietly he looked at the staircase in front of him, a hint of trepidation in his gaze. Slowly he walked up towards flat B, he paused for a moment before pushing open the door and entering his home. Turning the corner he stood at the entrance to the small kitchen, watching the two inhabitants shout across the table which was covered in the remnants of his most recent experiment.

'Jamie, I have told you until I am blue in the face, you are not getting a tattoo!' John shouted at his son, his face turning a rather violent shade of crimson. 'You are fifteen years old, you're still a child and I am your father, and you will do as you are told. Is that clear?!

'I HATE YOU!' screamed Jamie, ' you never let me do anything! You always treat me like a little kid! It's not fair. I wish you were dead!'

Jamie then turned around, and barging his way past Sherlock, he ran through the living room, and up the stairs to his room, the sound of his door slamming shut echoing through the now silent flat.

Sherlock turned back to his flatmate, having watched Jamie's journey through the flat, to see all the colour drain from John's face at his son's final words.

'John ... I ... ' Sherlock began to speak but was immediately cut off when John pushed past Sherlock and made his way out of the flat, down the stairs to the street below, muttering that he needed some air.

Sherlock walked over to the window to watch as John walked across the road, and began making his way along Baker Street. Sherlock sighed as his keen eyes took in John's military baring (an unconscious reaction to the stress and upset John was feeling), his back ramrod straight, his walking style was more reminiscent of a march across a parade ground than a stroll around town. Lowering his forehead to the window, Sherlock groaned as he thought through his options.

Option one: Ignore the increasing number of arguments between John and Jamie Watson, not easy as they were becoming ever more frequent as Jamie grew older.

Option two: Speak to either one or both of them to try and resolve the issue, hardly ideal as emotions were really not Sherlock's area.

Option three: convince someone else to talk to them, Mycroft for instance. Sherlock gave his head a violent shake as he attempted to rid his his brain of that ridiculous thought.

Realistically, that left him with only one option. Sherlock groaned again as he realised that he was going to have to actually talk to either his flatmate or his flatmate's son. Deciding that it would be easier to get it over and done with, he pulled himself reluctantly from the window and made his way wearily towards the stairs leading to his Godson's room.

A/N: Hopefully chapter two coming soon as I have already started it!