"Father..."
There was a faint whisper.
"Father."
Stop I'm sleeping.
"Wake up!" it said.
Slowly and reluctantly I opened my eyes. I turned to the voice wondering what it could be.
There in front of me stood a small boy. He looked exactly like Sherlock but younger. The boy was dressed in a school uniform.
"I have to go to school in an hour," said the boy shyly.
Wait what?
I looked around, to find that I was in Sherlock's room.
Wait... What?
Then I felt a weight on my chest. When I looked down Sherlock was holding me.
Wait...
What?
"I thought you said that you weren't his boyfriend..." the boy said slightly confused.
Oh right! It's all coming back now.
"No we're not dating," I said as I sat up waking Sherlock up. "Sherlock get up, we have to go."
Sherlock sat up and yawned, "Is there a case!?" he rubbed his eyes.
"No we have to take Hamish to school."
Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at Hamish. His son looked at him innocently.
"Right," Sherlock crawled over me and walked to the kitchen.
I sighed and sat up to stretch.
"You're not doing a good job convincing me you're not dating..." Hamish said with the slightest bit of evil.
"Hush you," I said as I walked to the counter where I placed my clothes.
"You should just tell him how you feel," Hamish suggested, "You might be surprised by what he'll say."
I looked at him. Letting out a small laugh, "He won't feel the same way I do."
"Well you'll never know when the last time you see him is." Hamish said looking at the floor, "And you might want to tell him before it's too late, because you don't want to regret not telling him something so simple." He stood there quietly then left to the kitchen.
I know the feeling of having someone close lost. But not like this boy. His mother died. That's something no 7 year old should have to live with. He's too young for that kind of pain.
When I was dressed I went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Hamish. But I realized we don't have food.
Sherlock was in his robe dancing around the kitchen trying to find something for his son.
"Maybe there's something in the freezer..." Hamish suggested as he went to open it.
There's a head in the freezer.
"Don't!" I slammed the freezer shut before he could open it up more then the two inches he had it opened.
Confused and startled, Hamish looked at me.
"Don't think there's food in here..." I said.
I really don't want him to piss himself like I did when I first saw the head, that's all.
"Sherlock, where's all the food?" I asked as we walked into the living room. He was sitting in his arm chair hugging his skull from the mantel.
"I don't know, you're the one who eats it all."
I sighed aggravated, "Well get dressed so we can take him to school. And leave the skull."
Sherlock said something under his breath and walked to our room.
"I also need lunch money," Hamish tugged at my arm.
"Right," I said as I reached for my wallet. "Don't tell the other people we don't have food. I'll go shopping today."