A/N Trigger warnings: Drugs, suicide and depression. Hamish attends Eton and his parent's fame doesn't help. Please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters all rights go to the BBC. No copyright intended.
I am the son of the famous Sherlock Watson-Holmes and Dr John Watson-Holmes. I was never destined to be normal. Dad used to tell me stories about papa, about how he could tell a person's life story from a single look and how proud he would be of me. I don't have many memories of papa, well not many happy ones anyway, One of my earliest ones is just papa being upset when Uncle Mycroft died, he was the closest and only family he had, he started to come back late at night, well morning, pale and with dilated pupils. Whenever papa was like this dad would just yell and yell and yell and yell...papa didn't listen. But one night papa didn't come home and dad told me that he had gone to heaven for taking too much bad medicine. "What does that mean?" I remember thinking, "I thought medicine was supposed to make you better?" I thought. As I was 7 at the time, I was oblivious to the horrid world around me.
Obviously, as I grew up, i figured out what had happened to papa. I may not be normal but I am not stupid; dad says I have inherited my papa's intellect . I am Hamish Watson-Holmes, 13 years old and tomorrow is my first day of my new school.
"Hamish, breakfast is ready, if you don't get up now you are going to be late for school." Shouted dad from the kitchen, as I looked at the clock I realised that he was right I only had an hour before I had to leave.
"Coming." I replied, quickly pulling on my uniform and rushing downstairs. My heart fell into my stomach when I saw an extra cup of tea on the side. 4 years later and dad still sometimes forgot. When, dad found me staring at the cup he realised his mistake and apologised
"Sorry Hamish, I just forgot, sorry." Said Dad in a calm tone, whilst pouring the drink down the sink.
I arrived at school, late, not the best first impression. I go to Eton College as, given my family, the Government wanted me to have the best education possible.
"Mr Watson-Holmes, I presume." Shouted my tutor.
"Yes sir, sorry sir." I replied, I felt my cheeks going red with all the eyes staring at me.
"This is your first day Watson-Holmes and you have not made a good first impression if this happens again, you will be punished. Do you understand?" Asked my tutor.
"Yes sir, I understand." I said hurrying to the only empty seat available. Since my tutor had already taken attendance and read out notices we were left to our own devices, this meant talking. Great.
"My name's Rory. What's yours?" Asked the person who I was sat next to.
"Hamish." I replied bluntly, hoping that the conversation was going to end there; I was wrong.
"Where are you from?" Asked Rory "London," I said bluntly again hoping she would catch on that I didn't want to talk," Don't bother telling me where you are from I already know. You live in London. Westminster to be specific, you caught the tube here, so your family obviously isn't as well paid as you would expect from someone who goes here. Your mother and father have been arguing for some time now. When you get home don't expect your dad to be home; he won't." I announced rather quickly.
"How?" Enquired Rory looking rather worried and shocked at the same time. "Wait a minute...Watson-Holmes. Your related to that detective aren't you, the one that went insane?" Questioned Rory but I had a feeling he already knew the answer.
"Consulting Detective actually." I gulped and felt my heart in my stomach again as the flashbacks started returning."But I'd rather you not mention him. And don't bother asking questions I know nothing about him other than he solved crimes with my dad." I Lied, I actually knew quite a lot about papa I was 7 so I have memories plus the newspapers.
Luckily, before Rory could reply the bell went for my first lesson. As I had memorised my timetable already all i had to do was find the classroom.
