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James wasn't sure anymore that this holiday middle of the autumn (when there was no holiday from school, his mother had been bit of disappointed) was good idea. Yes, he was agreed when his father who had suggested that he could went to Scotland with his uncle and his friend – turned - boyfriend. Yes, it would be fun to see his great uncle, but he had just lost his daughter and atmosphere between Sherlock and John was something… well, something. James wasn't actually sure what was going on. Oh yeah, there was really crazy story behind those two what didn't actually helped the matter. One moment everything seemed to be alright. John and Sherlock, laughing and giggling, and kissing. Great. Then, like now, something what other had went and done what started the sulking in the car. All the way from London back and forth. James sighed. But he was also glad. His uncle was actually alive. And first time he could actually spent time with him, to let know what kind of man was Sherlock Holmes. And John. Well, John was just great. He was kind. He sure didn't look like much but he was just charming and fun. He had lot and lot war stories and medical stories and he had hell of kind storyteller. But he avoids answering questions to what happened to him in Africa. He didn't spoke his late wife. James knew that John hold a medallion where was Mary's picture. Sherlock and John had fight from it one night in hotel (the hotelkeeper had tried to interrupt them, but had withdrawn quickly). Sherlock was jealous and possessive and John couldn't just let go. Not yet anyway. John had actually suggested that he could put Sherlock's picture there too. Sherlock had sulked two whole days.

James watched how the Lochdubh's small village drifted pass him and sighed again. He watched the cold looking sea. He watched the mountains and trees. He had sighed a lot lately and he sighed more.

He just hoped that his father was right, that something always happened when John and Sherlock were on move. Although they supposed to be on holiday.

"Haven't been here in ages." Sherlock murmured when he drive the car and turned left. Now they could see the mansion. Sherlock looked tired. He and James had taken turns to drive, because John couldn't and both men were already exhausted. Mycroft had suggested that they could take the train, but both had rejected the idea out of hand. Sherlock hated the train travelling (and his own words "I have done my travelling with those for a life time when I was in India. I NEVER WANT TO SEE TRAIN AGAIN." No one dared to ask why) and John because he just knew Sherlock.

"When I was child and Alexandra, who was really annoying, threatened to shoot me."

"What you did?" John asked, not looking Sherlock, who suddenly grinned. And everything seemed to be alright again. The atmosphere lightened again. James sighed. Again.

"Oh, some experiments."

"Should have known." John murmured and turned the book over.

"Read that?" James asked and leaned forward and John offered it for him. It was one of Alexandra's. "Was she good?"

"Not as good as John." Sherlock said and John turned his face away to hide his grin, but James could see him over the side mirror and John really looked happy.

"Not mine kind of stories, I have to say." John tilted his head looking the house when they stopped.

"Not so sure about that. You can be really romantic some days."

"Shut up 'Lock." John opened the door but Sherlock pulled him back and kissed him. James hid his face back of the book.

"So can you, if you just want." John grinned and slipped out and saw older man coming to greet them.

"Ah, you must be John." Major Maclean offered his hand and John took it.

"Sir." John greeted the man.

"Roddy." Major said and turned to look Sherlock.

"Uncle." Sherlock nodded and the older man studied him. "So you are alive."

"Don't sound so bitter uncle."

"I'm not. Actually, I'm glad that you're alive. James. Glad to see you at last. How is your father? No time to come here?"

"I think we all know what kind of man he is sir." James said, suppressing his sigh.

"Cal me just uncle. Oh, this is Edie. She takes care of the food and the house."

They didn't miss the warm and fond look crossing over Major's face when he introduced his housekeeper. Edit looked the newcomers.

"I have prepared three rooms." Her eyes went between Sherlock and John, who didn't said anything so Edit kept her mouth shut. She was old-mannered woman, but something about these two got her curious wake up. She decided to focus her attention to the youngest newcomer.

"I hope you have good time in here. Although, I'm not sure what you can do here, except hunt or fishing. Or hiking. "

James smiled his charming smile and melted Edit's heart. "I think I can handle that. Can you show my room?"

"You are okay with two rooms?" Major asked from Sherlock who just nodded, and sent a gaze to John. "We are both injured, so sleeping in same bed can be bit uncomfortable."

"Right right."

"Met Alexandra's fiancé."

"Hamish? Oh, I'm still bit worried about him. He tried suicide not long a go."

"What a shame. He looked very capable police officer."

Behind them John laughed. "That was new 'Lock."

"What?"

"You said…"

"I know what I said. And I noticed that he is very observant and clever. Pointed your gun right away."

Major nodded. "Yes, Hamish is that. I think he would have been moved out of here if he doesn't always give the glory to others. In addition, we keep a few things, hmm, in our own, so we don't advertising those."

"I see." John muttered and halted. Sherlock followed his gaze up the stairs.

She was beautiful with her copper-coloured hair and heavy eyelid green eyes.

"Ah, your family is here." Her voice was music. "How glad to meet them." She started to condescend and her every movement were elegant and nobble like she was a queen. Major's smile was tight.

"Yes. This Sherlock Holmes, my sister's youngest son and his… boyfriend John Watson. And James Holmes, Mycroft's son. This, gentlemen, is Lady Lavington, also my guest couple of days."

When she offered her hand to Sherlock, he bowed and kissed it lightly, smiling politely. She kissed James' cheek and asked about his father who she had met not long a go. But when she turned to see John, there suddenly was more warmness in her voice.

"Oh John, how glad to see you again." And she kissed him right on the mouth.