Readers,

I have become an obsessive little child. No regrets.

Written while RPing with my friends.

CAST: Sherlock: Katie

John: Emily (Me)

Hamish: Kaia

SUMMARY: While John and Sherlock are out working on a case, Hamish stays behind at the flat, being babysat by Mrs. Hudson. But Hamish can't go to sleep without saying goodnight.

Waiting Up

"Hamish!" Mrs. Hudson chirped, peeping her head out of the kitchen. "Hamish, John called me! He wants you to go to bed, now!"

Though she still spoke kindly, Hamish smirked at the tired tone in her voice. He shook his head slightly. "No, no, I have to stay up."

Mrs. Hudson looked at him curiously, drifting into the living area. "Oh? Why is that, sweetie?"

Hamish sighed, picking up the bear Molly had gotten for him on his seventh birthday. "Because. I have to say goodnight to Dad and Father."

"Hm. Well, can't you just say goodnight to me?"

"No!" Hamish snapped at her, an appalled look plastered to his face. "I have to say goodnight to them, not you! I have to stay up for them!"

"Alright, then, why don't you wait up for them in their room?" Mrs. Hudson suggested, a tiny smile forcing its way onto her face.

The boy's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea! I'll go do that!" Grabbing his bear, he began to run out of the room, before doubling back, hugging the old landlady tightly, and running again. He grinned widely as he belly-flopped onto the bed, wriggling up into a sitting position against the massive amount of pillows. He leant back against them contentedly, hugging tightly to his lab-coat-wearing teddy bear as he trained his eyes determinedly on the door.

It was late when Sherlock and his husband arrived back at 221B Baker Street. Tired and completely overworked from a long day of running around and hunting down a serial killer who had earlier seemed uncatchable, the two were heavily leaning on each other, even during the cab ride home. They stumbled into the flat together, Sherlock slightly more awake and helping to prop John up. However, despite the mutually exhausted aura given off by both the detective and his doctor, both had to stop and smile when they entered their room to find their son curled up and snoring amongst the pillows.

Both too tired to care that they were still dressed in their street clothes, the crime-fighting duo flopped onto the bed, both chuckling softly as they cuddled up against each other, trapping little Hamish in between them like a Watson-Holmes sandwich.