I'm the king of the castle… and you're the dirty rascal!
Chapter 1
Summary: Sherlock, John and their toddler, Hamish, spend a week with the Royal family. With a toddler, a genius, and an ex-army soldier, things were never going to run smoothly anyway, were they?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, and I also do not own the royal family, obviously.
Information about this fanfiction: John and Sherlock-32. Hamish-2.
Warnings: Hamish was conceived through MPreg, but I won't go into details with that, so if you don't like it then just ignore it, it's in their past anyway.
John, carrying two year old Hamish on his hip, answered the door. A very well-dressed man stood on 221B's doorstep.
"Hello?" John asked while Hamish tried to look down his shirt but was stopped by his daddy pulling his hands away absent-mindedly.
"Doctor John Watson?" the man queried.
"Yes…?" John asked.
"Good morning, this was sent from their royal highnesses. Have a good day, sir." The man passed John an envelope and strode away with an elegant walk.
John slowly closed the door and just before Hamish could take the letter he pulled it out of his reach.
"Daddy…" Hamish complained, much like his papa did.
"No, sweetheart. Come on, let's go and find papa." John smiled and kissed Hamish's forehead.
They went upstairs and found Sherlock sat in bed reading a chemistry book.
"Yes?" Sherlock asked.
"I just got given a letter…" John said "From their royal highnesses…"
"Ah, Auntie Lizzie!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"Auntie who? Sherlock, what is this about?" John asked.
"Open it." Sherlock said, nodding at the letter.
John put Hamish down and their son ran onto the bed to 'read' Sherlock's book.
John opened it and read slowly.
"We've been invited to stay at their private castle for a week, from this Saturday, till Friday evening." John frowned "A personal invite from Queen Elizabeth… what the hell!?" he exclaimed.
"Oh, stupid… stupid…" Sherlock seemed to be admonishing himself.
"Sherlock." John warned.
"I'm sorry, John. You may have met my parents and… close… family. But I am related to the royal family. My mother is Auntie Lizzie's cousin, but they were as close as sisters, so we refer to her as my Auntie. I forgot to tell you." Sherlock explained.
"Why hasn't she contacted sooner if you're so close?" John asked.
"They broke contact with me when I was on drugs in my late teens and early twenties. Now they're sure I have reformed, with a child and husband as proof, I think they want to 'welcome' me back." Sherlock said.
"You don't sound too happy about this…" John said, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his husband's hand.
"I'm not. I don't… I don't want to be welcomed back. They didn't even try to help. I was a shame in their eyes. Why should I return to them, show them any kindness?" Sherlock asked.
"We don't have to. It's completely up to you, love." John said.
"We'll have to go. It's generally a wise idea not to irritate the most powerful family in Britain." Sherlock sighed "Maybe we can get back to how it once was…"
"Yeah. Well, I'll just give a thumbs-up to a CCTV camera, I'm sure Mycroft will understand that." John said.
"Yeah…" Sherlock nodded, quite distracted.
Author's note: Hello to all you readers! I hope you've enjoyed reading so far and that you continue to enjoy it! Thanks! And please review!
