The choice of Hamish Holmes

by Saphired

16 years ago, when working on a case, Sherlock and John had to protect a baby. When the case ended and the family were all killed, they decided to adopt the baby and he was named Hamish Holmes. He is now troubled with bullies and he is having a hard time at school.

1. Chapter 1

Hamish Holmes locked the door to his bedroom, or rather slammed it; loudly enough to cause a little ripple in John and Sherlock's afternoon tea. The only thought that went through Hamish's head at that moment wasn't even sentences, word or even a proper thought.

It was only sorrow and hopelessness. He tried to focus on the details at the wallpaper so he could hold back the tears. He never cried and this certainly wasn't going to be an exception. Hamish took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, trying to figure out what he should do. He was way smarter than the bullies, but cleverness wasn't going to get him anywhere as long as the bullies were physically stronger than him.

In fact it didn't take much effort to become stronger than Hamish as he would much rather prioritize a good book over a walk in the rain or weight-lifting at a gym. Maybe he should considering selling some of his science-or fantasy books and buy some exercise equipments instead. He shook his head, slightly disappointed at himself for even considering to get rid of his beloved books. It was just out of the question. He took a quick look out the window. It was what most people would call a perfect day, but Hamish didn't get a single chance to just enjoy the day.

He sighed and got up from the bed and walked to the door. Right before he pulled the door handle, he came to think about what would meet him. He didn't know about Sherlock, but John probably wouldn't let him go without a decent explanation to what was going on; and Hamish didn't want to concern him with all this crap. He opened the door handle and walked straight to the stairs and as he thought, John was already there; arms crossed, frowning. Hamish did his best to avoid him and tried to get to the door, but despite all struggling; John just grabbed his arm and dragged him along to the living room.

"Sit down, we have to talk". His voice was serious. Hamish rolled his eyes. This was probably the last thing he needed right now and it topped the mountain of worries he already had. Sherlock came from the kitchen with yet another cup of tea.

"So Hamish. How long did you think you could hide it from me?" He said with a cold voice. Hamish looked away, but Sherlock pretended like he didn't see it and continued.

"Ahh, it's written all over your face. I read you like an open book. But now, please fill in the details, will you, Hamish?" Sherlock put down his cup and his eyes rested on his young adoptive son.