"No, John. I will not have a child running around with my expirments. It will simply not happen." I grumbled.
" Yes, Sherlock, you will because you know what?" John Watson asked.
" What? " I replied.
" Because if you were droped off in front of someone's door and they told you not to leave, you'd want the people behind that door to care for you." John told him.
I got up to the sound of a slight nock at my door. I opened the door to a 4 year old child standing in front of me. He smiled and hugged my leg. He had Black curly hair and brilliant green eyes. Then unattached himself and gave me a note and sat on the couch.
The note read:
Hamish has a speacial gift. He needs someone who can give him the care he needs. And I, cannot.
Please. Carrie Smith
I immediatly got John.
" Fine. Only until we find him a real home." I said.
We walked to the couch and told Hamish he would be staying with us. He smiled and hugged my leg yet again. I huffed and John gave me a beady eyed look.
The next couple of weeks were horrible. Hamish followed me everywhere. He always wanted to know what I was doing. I often awoke to see his face right in front of my head. Whenever I gave John a look saying help! he just laughed. Angered by his response, one morning I told Hamish this:
" You want to know what I do to John when he laughs?" Hamish looked on him with wonder" I jump on his gut and yell."
So the next time he laughed Hamish went and Jumped on him and yelled and screamed. I laughed at the look on his face. Then it happened. I recognized the person who wrote the letter
Carrie Smith
I rushed up to my room and slammed the door. Then lied down and thought. How could it be. It was one time. We didn't really do anything. Did we? Well... Oh no...
" Sherlock is something wrong?" John asked entering the room.
" Why on earth would you think something's wrong?" I asked questionly.
" Well you turned Hamish for your delight and then rushed to your room."
" That's my child." I said.
" Yeah he acts alought like you." John laughed
" No John, he's my child" John's jaw dropped "it was five years ago. Just a little fling really..."
" That's you child? And you never knew?" John yelled.
" John we moved my dad... The point is I didn't know until now."
" Well now we know." John said.
Then Hamish came into the room and latched onto me. I took him off my leg and pulled him to my chest. He brought his hand too my heart and said.
" Daddy sad and confused about mommy and me. His eyes show sadness layered with confusion and hunger. He hasn't eaten in three days by the look of his stomach and he hasn't slept those days either. I make daddy bet'er."
John raised his eyebrows and I scowled. This kid was exactly like him. And I didn't know if it was a good thing.