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John stood nervously as he waited for little Hamish to come out of school. The icy wind blown down the back of his neck as he waited alone for his son. He could not wait for all the stories little Hamish was going to tell him about his adventures of school. Then to his delight, the warmth of his winter arrived. The blonde hair of Hamish always warmed John's heart - even at the coldest of times.
'Hamish!' said the doctor full of glee as his son ran towards his farther.
'Daddy!' replied the boy.
'How was school today little man?' as he picked up his little soldier.
'Good.' The voice of the young boy replied.
'Good? Just good? Come on, tell me what was your day like, I bet it was fantastic!' the father asked.
John placed little Hamish on the ground to allow him to walk home beside his father. Hamish saddened.
'There's this boy at school, Daddy!' Hamish said.
'Boy? What do you mean?' John replied.
'There's this boy I really like. Just like you and father.' The boy told his daddy.
Yes, he calls Sherlock 'father' but only because of he's a traditionalist, plus, Sherlock thought it would be 'logical' if Hamish were to call John 'Daddy' and call Sherlock 'Father' so he understood of whom he was speaking to, and it weren't the fact that Sherlock was a secrete Star Wars fan and he wanted to tell his son, 'I am your father.'. Of course…
After little Hamish paused, he continued, 'But he… He's not very nice to me. Like Uncle Myc to father.'
'Oh, what does he say or do?' inquired the doctor.
'He just says nasty things to me. He calls me names.' The young boy sobbed.
John stopped. He turned to his son, 'What does he call you?'
'Hamish the faggot's maggot.' He replied as he teared up. John breathed heavily and angrily. His eye's glaring. He hasn't felt this way since Sherlock 'came back from the grave'. John placed Hamish on the ground as he waved a taxi down.
Once they got back at 221B, John swung open the door. John tries and tries to get his attention but Sherlock being his usual self, didn't flinch at all and in complete silence still engrossed in his 'experiments', not even bothered by John at all.
'Sherlock!' the angry man shouted. Sherlock lifted his head.
'Why are you shouting? You might wake up Hamish.'
'What? What are you talking about?'
'It's 1 am and we need to get to sleep, we have an important case in the morning.'
'Sherlock, its quarter to 4 in the afternoon. I've been at work all day and Hamish has come home from school very upset.'
'On a scale from 'I know Ash' to 'Vatican Cameos' how should this be dealt with?'
'It's a child, Sherlock, we've been over this. You can't kill children.'
'Where's Hamish? Hamish come here, sit next to me.', Sherlock commands and Hamish does so.
Sherlock brings the sobbing boy close to him and comforts him. 'You loved him didn't you?'
Hamish looked up at his father's face in agreement. 'I tell you what, it took me a while to get the man I loved too.' Sherlock told him as he ruffled his son's hair. 'I'll tell you something else, be careful of whom you love, they can make you the happiest and best of all people and they can also make you one of the darkest beings to ever walk this earth.' Sherlock's sad eyes glanced away from John and towards the floor. Sherlock turned back to Hamish and looked back at his husband lovingly.
Sherlock's husky voice croaked, 'Keep chasing him. It's worth it, in the end.'
Sherlock smiled as his eyes met his son's, 'Remember Hamish, the game is on.'