Hey guys, wow, thanks for the great response I got for the last chapter and I'll have you know it garnered a quick update :) So one again thanks for all of your support!

As per usual I. Own. Nothing. Zilch, zero, nada, unfortunately so...I hate my life.

Okay, let's go.

It had been a while, he couldn't say how long exactly, time never worried him, he had eternity after all. Don't need to be time conscious when clocks evolve more than you do. No longer did anyone use the old grandfather clocks instead they were always on their cell phones and despite wearing digital watches they never really looked at them for the time preferring to use their iPhones and other technological devices. Technology didn't really like him to say the least. He had learned to control the pulse of his magic that scrambled devices but he still held an odd fear of technology from his school days. The only electric powered anything that he could honestly say he enjoyed were his mobile which he had magically transfigured (which frustratingly took him hours) and the mystical iPods in which he had saw toddlers younger (looking) than him with. Moments after seeing the holy being that was the IPod he swore to himself he would get one as he wasn't willing to spend tortuous hours on making one, like he said magic and technology don't coexist peacefully.

If Harry or rather Hamish really wanted to know how long he had been here in London with John in this tiny one room apartment he would only have to look at John. John as a former military man was a very scheduled person and it was because of this John always got the same cropped hairstyle at the same time at the start of every month. So, looking back on the blurred days that ran through his head at a mile a minute he would say...

"Three months."

"Exactly!" Hamish said jumping high while walking and twirling down the busy paths of the town.

"Exactly what?" John asked distractedly as he tried to catch one of the child's straying hands in an attempt to keep him close.

It was a stupid idea considering Hamish didn't like to leave him for too long and when he did he couldn't say where he went simply because he didn't know. At first he had worried like the mother hen he feared he was turning into before Hamish turned up out of nowhere gushing about IPods and their 'heavenly existence.' Other times Hamish would come back covered in god knows what and would never tell him where he had been and if he did then the answer was always vague. Extremely vague. So, by now despite not liking it he let Hamish do his thing. In fact, they had made a routine of it.

Whenever Hamish disappeared John found himself sitting in his one bedroom apartment with a packet of gummy snakes, caramel popcorn and oddly enough pumpkin flavoured ice cream, all of which were Hamish's favourites. He would wait for his return and the two would sit, eat and watch horrible TV together until they fell asleep, well, until John fell asleep. Caring for Hamish was hard considering the boy seemed to have no self sustaining skills as if he could live on forever without eating, drinking and even sleeping but John, though he would never admit it, secretly loved doing every little domestic thing for the boy. But now, he was broke and in serious need of a job and another cheap place to stay.

"Nothing~~" Hamish sung chirpily and honestly reminding John of a small bipolar bird.

Another quirk of Hamish's that he had quickly started to adore. At times Hamish was a happy-go-lucky child of seven years who had an obsession with IPods, anything pumpkin flavoured and owls and at others he would become quiet and thoughtful often serving as an additional therapist with ready wise and sympathetic words for him. At both times he knew that Hamish although not seemingly was still categorising everything he saw, felt and heard, hiding the information away until he next needed it. Something that John still couldn't help but be amazed by despite the fact that Hamish never revealed his findings if only to gain some sort of entertainment out of it. Another quirk of his, he loved messing with people.

"So my educated guess is...you're looking for a job but you're worried about leaving me alone and at the same time considering putting me into school. I wouldn't bother, I've completely finished my education y'know. Shame on you John! Wanting me to a slum it with the plebeians!" Hamish chided jokingly.

Knowing he wasn't finished with his monologue John kept silent and with a smile he prepared his arm to twirl the half skipping half dancing child while at the same time trying not to trip from walking with his crutch, in which Hamish had taken an instant hating to claiming that he didn't need it. Though Hamish complained about it he never made a move to take it away respecting Johns wishes, another thing he loved about the boy.

"Also, we're moving, well, at least you would like to. Honestly I would like to too but who would take in an ex army doctor with a supposedly crook leg and a technically kidnapped child. Not to mention our financial situation." Here Hamish rolled his eyes and as an after thought he tacked on one last sentence happily. "I hate your therapist by the way. She's stupid and doesn't do her job right."

"Hamish." John warned but felt himself fighting back a smile at hs wards bluntness when it came to people he didn't like.

"Sorry John. It's just by now she should be able to tell your tremors aren't..." He mumbled the rest.

"What was that?" Asked John.

"Nothing! Now, don't worry about your job John. Right now it's looking after me and soon the right opening will shoot up, after all who would turn down an Army doctor? As for the new place...well I get the feeling something will come available." Hamish practically squealed.

In that moment John felt the immense need to pick the boy up and spin him until he almost choked on his twinkling laughter and he would have if not for his leg. A small pang of sadness hit him when he realised his leg would prevent him from doing a lot with Hamish. Something that made him feel sincerely remorseful, he really did adore Hamish's laugh. It was like sunshine on a rainy day, even if Hamish hated the sun. Looking at the small half singing form he promised to make it up to him in any way he could.

"Hey, why don't we go get some pumpkin ice cream?" John asked warmly.

"Yessssh!" Hamish squealed and pushed John in the direction of the last ice cream vendor he had seen.

"Careful of my leg Hamish." John said as he huffed out a laugh causing Hamish to once again roll his eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with your leg Johnny. One of the few things your therapist got right and you know what-" Hamish was cut off by the sound of someone calling John in the distance.

"Do you hear that?" He asked the former militant.

"No." John answered after a moment of listening.

"John! John Watson!"

Walking up to them in a half run was an older man wearing a tan coat and a tie that almost had Hamish flinching from it's attention catching colours- red and gold. With an almost bitter smile Hamish took in every detail about the man he needed. His eyes subtly watched and categorised the small things that made this man before passing him off. It was nothing unusual to see a professor near the hospital where he teaches especially since this one had the same medical education as John.

John looked at the man in obvious befuddlement until the man decided to introduce himself.

"Stamford. Mike Stamford."

At this John started with slow realisation causing Hamish to with hold another eye roll. He had been doing that a lot lately.

"Oh right sorry, yeah. Hi Mike." John went in to shake his hand.

"Yes I know, I got fat." Mike said with a genuine laugh.

"No, no." The army doctor weakly protested.

"So, who's the kid then? Not yours is he?" Mike said happily but with an undertone of seriousness.

"Oh ah- this is Hamish and I'm...looking after him." John said with a secret glance to said child as Mike looked between them completely unaware of their private joke.

"Pleasure to meet you sir." Hamish said skipping up to the man and sticking his hand out.

Mike shook his hand and looked at John with an impressed smile causing a swell of pride to rush through the former militant. John feeling every bit like an accomplished father pushed his chest out with a somewhat cocky grin on his face. No child was better than Hamish was.

"And you too Hamish. Bright lad this one. So John, last I heard you were abroad getting shot at. What happened?"

"I got shot." John joked pathetically.

The awkward silence that would have happened was broken before it started when Hamish threw his head back releasing the bell like laughter that John loved.

"Oh gosh John. It's funny cause it's true! Well Mister Stamford, John and I are going to get some ice cream. Would you like to accompany us?" Hamish said while wiping a non existent tear from the corner of his emerald eyes.

"Sound great."

Hamish took a large lick of the orange ice cream that sat dangerously in the waffle cone it adorned as he listened with complete amusement as his little mortal complained to his former colleague about his life while attempting to down the coffee he quite transparently didn't like.

"I cant afford London on an army pension. Not to mention I have Hamish." John said almost nonchalantly.

"Ah yah cant bare to be any where else. That's not the John Watson I know." Mike responded.

Hamish felt John bristle beside him. "Yeah well I'm not the John Watson you know." He put a small hand on the doctor as if preventing a barrage of negative emotion from spilling but never broke eye contact with his pumpkin flavoured ice cream.

"Couldn't Harry help?" Against his side he could feel Hamish freeze and just as he was about to turn around and do what ever it took to make the child comfortable again Hamish carried on eating his ice cream. So with hesitation he refocused on Mike.

"Yeah like that's going to happen." He said with a scoff.

"I don't know, flat share or something."

"C'mon who would want me for a flatmate" He said seriously and then added on with a light teasing tone, "Or Hamish for that matter. A real witch that one."

Here Hamish laughed, this time the twinkling sound echoing completely different than usual. "Actually John. I'm a wizard not a witch."

"You're the second person to say that to me today." Mike piped up.

"Who was the first?" John asked and Hamish's attention was peaked when a lazy secretive smile appeared out of place on the medical professors face.

"C'mon you two, I think I know someone who can be of assistance." He said while getting up and disposing of his coffee cup.

Eyes twinkling Hamish jumped to his feet. Getting right in Johns face he giggled excitedly and said, "John did you see that smile?! We have to go! What fuuuuun~~"

"Alright, alright. Calm down Hamish, let's go." John grabbed his crutches from beside him and hobbled after his former colleague while trying to keep track of the bouncing, pink cheeked child.

Hamish looked around at the different vials of various sizes and contents with nostalgia. It all reminded him of a life of a sad little boy playing hero from a long time ago. It seemed that his adventures with John always ended with him being reminded of something he never wished to remember. Call it running away but to face the past took a strong person and despite all his power he held no strength. Not anymore, not after everything.

He was cut from his unwanted thoughts by sensing an upcoming person. Looking down he realised he was still skipping and the obnoxiously fake smile was still on his face. He shouldn't be surprised, he was good at smiling despite the lack of actual emotion in them. Sometimes it made him sad to think that no one noticed. Around John his laughs became real, it couldn't be helped really, the was too funny sometimes. Especially around women.

Entering another lab Hamish took notice of the man standing over a microscope and instantly his eyes regained their sparkle. Hamish knew he was the only one who saw it but from the moment they walked through the door the man had begun observing them. Deciding to have a little fun he let his body relax and assumed all the signs of a high ranking criminal. From the confident yet weary body language right down to their funny little tick of keeping their hands from view. A subconscious want to keep anyone seeing the figurative blood on their hands. Instantly he could see the man shift slightly as held back a maniacal cackle. He could see why the man was rather torn on his reading, he was too young to be a threat to anyone. Well at least he looked it besides he didn't want anyone to know him. He was Hamish and Harry was to be locked away until it was time to go.

"Mike can I borrow your phone. There's no signal on mine." Came the deep timbre of the mans voice but still he didn't look up.

It seemed the guy had figured out why they were here. It was pretty obvious all things considering. Mike had been talking to this guy about people who couldn't stand him, Mike returns later with a man with a psychosomatic limp, military gait and hair style with stiff but coordinated movements, all of which signs of an army officer. But of course sine he has a 'limp' one can only assume that he has been discharged for some wound, shoulder obviously from the way John tends to favour one arm. Fresh out of the service, he couldn't possibly have a job and is therefore low on funds especially with a child. He can tell I'm with John because of how John has a tendency to hover protectively over me, an instinct beaten into him through war. What do low on cash people with children do for a roof over their heads? Flat share.

"What's wrong with the landline?" Mike asked walking towards a bench.

"I prefer to text." Here Hamish couldn't help but agree, texting was less awkward.

"Sorry it's in my coat." Mike apologised not in the least sounding sorry.

Ever the nice human being John offered his own phone having Hamish internally wincing. From that one phone this man could practically tell Johns life story. He would know.

"Oh, thankyou." Raven curls said while moving towards them.

"This is an old friend of mine. John Watson and his little buddy is Hamish..." Mike trailed of silently baiting for a last name that he pretended to be oblivious of.

Whipping the phone open to text raven curls didn't look up when he spoke. "Iraq or Afghanistan?"

Seeing the smug smile once more appear on Mikes face Hamish let a smirk appear on his own. It was nothing he couldn't figure out by himself, along with his military twitches John also had a tan line. Places at war at the moment that had a climate that could have a harsh tropic sun? Only two, Iraq and Afghanistan.

"Sorry?" John said confused and pulling the same face he did when Hamish said something he couldn't find any connection with.

"Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" Raven curls asked once more.

"Afghanistan, sorry how do you-" John was cut off by the entrance of a slim red head wearing a lab coat and had a huge obvious crush on raven curls. Well it was obvious to Hamish maybe not to others yet considering she hadn't even spoken yet.

"Ah Molly, coffee, thankyou."

Molly shyly offered the cup to him.

"What happened to the lipstick?" He asked looking at her lips where Hamish could see the outlines of faded red. He held back a sigh, freshly put on to attract attention and then removed minutes later. Clearly raven curls shot her down.

"It wasn't working for me." She replied.

"Really? I thought it was a big improvement, your mouths too small now." He said waving his hand flippantly reminding John of Hamish for a moment.

"Okay." She squeaked out and made a move to run from the room when Hamish shot his hand out to catch her wrist.

As she paused in shock Hamish noticed the whole lab had gone silent and everyone was watching him. Still in silence Hamish displayed the gentlemanly behaviour he had been brought up with from his days as a Lord and now such manners had been lost to the world as he brought the slim hand to his cheek to rest on.

"I never got to introduce myself, something I know I would regret if I just let you walk out of this room. My name is Hamish, and yours my lady?" He asked suavely despite his age.

"Mol-Mo-Molly Hooper." She once more squeaked out face completely red from the princely manners displayed by the seven year old.

"Well beautiful Miss Hooper, please enjoy your day." With that he lowered her hand to bow over it and place a kiss on the air above her hand.

Having completely forgotten the heart braking incident from moments ago, Molly nodded happily and left. Seeing she was gone Hamish turned towards the stunned group.

"True ladies like Miss Hooper are beings that men honestly don't deserve. Since we've been blessed with them should we not treat them like the queens they are?" He asked nonchalantly knowing he was right anyway. It was hard to find women like Molly in todays society. Another reign of silence followed.

Raven curls cleared his throat. "How do you feel about the violin?" He asked the two.

"Sorry what?" John asked.

"I play the violin when I'm thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for days on end...would that bother you? Potential flat mates should know the worst about each other." He said with a smile.

Hamish inwardly cheered, he was right. Again.

"You told him about us." John said to Mike.

"Not a word." Mike replied failing to look nonchalant as he 'examined' a vial.

"I did, I told Mike this morning that it would be difficult to find a flat mate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend and his ward, just home from military service in Afghanistan, was no difficult leap."

Here Hamish agreed and decided to speak once more. "The violin doesn't bother us, nor does silence but.."

Seeing he had caught the man's attention he continued on. "Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other right?"

"Right." The man agreed.

"Good because I have a tendency to disappear. No one knows where I go and I like it that way, I could be gone for an hour sometimes three days. Depends really. I change moods quickly and as you have already noticed I'm smarter than most idiots my age. Sometimes I don't sleep, like at all and sometimes I bring home owls just because I like them. Technology sometimes doesn't work around me. Oh yeah and John acts like a mother hen and will probably arrested for kidnapping in the future. That doesn't bother you does it?"

The man paused to think but Hamish could see the burning curiosity behind his eyes. "Not really, no."

"Good." He said with a bright smile.

"He was-ah-joking about the kidnapping thing. Such a little kidder this once." John said nervously while ruffling Hamish's ink locks. Both Hamish and Raven curls stared at him in a way that screamed 'really?'

"I got my eye on a nice little place in central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it. We meet there tomorrow evening seven O'clock. Sorry gotta dash, left my riding crop in the mortuary." Raven curls said to John once more ignoring Hamish.

"Is that it?" John asked in disbelief.

"Is that what?" Raven curls asked but Hamish knew that he knew what John was asking.

"We only just met and now we're going to go look at a flat together."

"Problem?"

"We don't know a thing about each other, we don't where we're meeting, we don't even know your name." John said with a scoff.

Raven curls took in a deep breath in and Hamish prepared himself for the monologue that he usually skipped when explaining things to John. He only skipped it because he was lazy but this guy apparently liked to show his smarts.

"I know you're an army doctor and that you've been sent home from Afghanistan. I know that you've got a brother who's worried about you but you wont go to him for help because you don't approve of him. Possibly because he's an alcoholic more likely because he recently walked out on his wife and I know that your therapist thinks your limp is psychosomatic and quite correctly I'm afraid. As for the child, an orphan that you have illegally taken. That's enough to go on don't you think?"

Hamish inwardly snickered knowing the man couldn't get anymore on him.

With a dramatic twirl of his coat raven curls swept away to the exit only to pause when he got to the door. Looking over his shoulder he spoke once more.

"The names Sherlock Holmes and the address it 221B Baker Street." He said with a wink that had Hamish throwing his head back in a laugh he had been holding in since he first saw the man.

Once the door was shut John looked to an extremely amused Hamish. "I think I found your father Hamish." He said with a smile.

"Hamish Holmes? Ugh, you think I could take my mothers last name?" Hamish said jokingly with his tongue stuck out.

"How do you suppose we should tell him he's a father?" John asked.

"You heard the man John, he prefers texting." At this the two looked at each other and burst out into another round of laughter.

"So Hamish, tell what you observed about Mister Holmes."

"Welll..." Hamish eyes sparkled with mischief and despite the look John help but be proud.

Life for London would never be the same ever again and he couldn't be more glad for it.

While writing this I swear I could hear the Sherlock theme music come on! I just loved this scene when I first saw it, in that moment I just knew I would be addicted to the show and here I am a few years later waiting for season four to come out. Here's to the fans who thanks to their devotion will loyally wait for the next season even if we have to wait another year or another decade! I love you all!

Okay, to all those who reviewed, favourite or followed, THANK YOU! I couldn't do it without you guys :)

QUESTION TIME- So despite this being only in it's beginning faze I have already gotten questions I which I shall now answer.

1) IF THIS IS SET AFTER THE WAR LIKE YOU HAVE IMPLIED (?) WHY IS HARRY IN AFGHANISTAN? AND HOW DID HE BECOME MASTER OF DEATH?

Alright, yes this is set after the final battle and as for how Harry became Death, sorry sweethearts that cant be revealed until later chapters. Harry's backstory is something I want to keep as a mystery for now. Keep you all in suspense. Until then you guys can guess allllllll you want.

2) WILL OTHERS FROM THE HP VERSE ENTER THE STORY?

No, the reason for this is in Harry's past which like I said wont be revealed for a while. They will probably be mentioned but they wont have actual appearances. Sorry about that.

3) WILL MYCROFT GET INVOLVED?

Bwahahhahahahahahahahhahahahah *cough* hhahahaahahhhahahahahahaHAHAAHAHhahahaHHAHA! Lol, nah I'm sorry it's just...when is he never involved? Honestly the guy knows of everything in the bloody country. He owns the british government, he knows everything! Except when it comes to Hamish...Wont that be fun.

4) DID HARRY/HAMISH REALISE JOHNS LIMP WAS PSYCHOSOMATIC?

I think I answered this already...yes.

Okay and that's a wrap! Thank you for reading guys,

Stolen with the Night~~