How William became ours
Chapter three: Is it my fault?
Author's note: Hello so at the end of this month I'll be looking at all my reviews on all story's to take notes on what I can improve on. this chapter takes place ayear in the future and the next three chapters will go back on little things and then come back to the future to continue. Honestly I would prefer if you are going to review not to review my grammar but the story. always keep in my mind this is how I wish to portray character's if you don't agree feel free to leave. if you have any idea's for story's feel free to inbox me and I'll try to bring your story to life the best I can. anyway, enjoy the chapter. ~River's Daughter.
A year in the future
"now class take out your English copy" William's teacher told the class, they did as told, looking up when there was a knock at the door.
Miss Guliver answered it with her usual fake smile, to see a distressed John -he had red rings around his eyes from crying and he was viably shaking-
William looked over at John who almost started crying when he saw him "I'm here to collect William" his father stammered.
she nodded and William packed away his things, following him out the door "Dad?" the seven year old asked.
"y-yes?" he murmured looking down at his son.
"what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you when we get home" John said, his voice weak and horse.
When they got home William looked around the apartment "is papa on a case?" he looked up at John with confused eyes. John shook his head "no-o he's well he's-" John broke down in tears sobbing into his sleeve.
"dad?" William put his hand on John's arm "he's dead will"
William began crying and John picked him up holding him close to his chest "it'll be okay. It'll be okay"
The funeral was a bit of a blur. Mycroft and Greg came they looked upon than both with sad eyes. Sherlock's parents didn't go and Mycroft didn't cry it was all rather strange. when the monthly mass came around William didn't want to go so John didn't make him allowing him to stay at home while he went.