~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 4~~~
Greg is standing at the top of the stairs in 221b Baker street, Hamish was standing behind him with her two small suitcases in her hands.
Greg opens the door, he's known Sherlock long enough to know that he won't bother with opening the door himself.

"Hey Greg, Hamish. Do you two want some tea?" John asks, when he hears the door open. Sherlock is on the couch shirtless pouting about something, his purple shirt bundled on the ground. John's standing in the kitchen making tea, there was a hickey starting to form on his neck, and his jumper is on backwards.

"Yeah, that would be lovely." Greg says mentally sighing. He now knows why Sherlock was pouting, 'I mean really they knew that I was going to bring Hamish over some time today' Greg thinks to himself.

"Where should I put my stuff?" Hamish asks, eying Sherlock and wondering how the man could stay warm while she was wearing three layers of clothing and still freezing. She knew what happened only minutes before, she notices it, she just doesn't care.

"Just put them next to the couch, we'll get you situated with everything later tonight." John says, poking his head out of his kitchen, smiling. Hamish puts her bags down next to the couch, still eying Sherlock.

"Okay, that's it, I give." Hamish says, still looking at Sherlock. At this outburst John and Greg visibly stiffen, terrified of what Hamish would say next, Hamish smiles inwardly at herself. "How are you not cold? I'm bundled like a polar bear, freezing, and your shirtless and not even shivering." She says, annoyed by this fact.

"I have all the necessary vitamins in my system to keep warm..., Iron and the such. Vitamins you are clearly missing, probably from all the
meals you missed. Anorexic perhaps? No the egg on your shirt clearly states that when hungry and you have access to food, you eat. So that means you have went long periods of time without a full meal. Longest you've gone without eating a full meal? I'd say about three months, am I correct?" Sherlock deduces, just from looking at Hamish.

"That... that was amazing, but longest would be eight months." Hamish responds looking at Sherlock in awe. "How did you do that? In one
glance too! You must be a genius, I'd say by your lack of social skills, graduated at twelve?" Hamish says, pulling the same trick on
Sherlock.

"Eleven, and yourself?" Sherlock responds, sitting up on the couch and looking at Hamish fully now. Interested in how smart she is.

"Thirteen." Hamish responds, smiling. Happy to know that she isn't the only one with a very high IQ and graduated at an early age.

"Wait, you already graduated high school at thirteen?" Greg asks in shock. 'Well at least she's not another Sherlock. That would be scary'
he thinks to himself.

"Yeah, would've went to college but, mom didn't want me waste my teenage years in college." Hamish explains.

'Yeah she'd much rather have you waste them in foster care,' Greg thinks to himself.

"Sherlock do you have the test results that Mycroft gave you?" Greg asks, changing the subject.

"Yes, and you really couldn't tell by the looks?" Sherlock says standing up (still shirtless) and going over to the kitchen, where John is making tea. "Come here," Sherlock says, looking at Greg.

"I'd rather not." Greg answers, getting a flashback of the time when he figured out that John and Sherlock were together.

"Oh, that was one time," John says "we're both... well I'm fully clothed and he's semi-clothed."

"What, may I ask, are you three talking about?" Hamish asks, she was watching the exchange between the three and she was confused, well not very, she was sure it had something to do with Greg walking in on John and Sherlock having sex. She may be young, but she's not as innocent as everyone else thinks.

"Oh, Greg walked in on John pounding into me on the table." Sherlock says bluntly.

"Sherlock!" Greg and John both yell at the same time. Getting a tint of red from a blush growing across their cheek bones and over the
nose.

"Bet you couldn't look John in the eyes for a while after that?" Hamish says smiling at Greg, she felt bad for him.

"I'm amazed he can look me in the eyes now," John says, taking Hamish's reaction in stride, if she wasn't gonna be embarrassed neither would he.

"I really can't," Greg admits. "What are the results?" Greg says changing the subject, he can feel his face getting redder.

"Positive" Sherlock answers, holding on to a petri dish. "Obviously, not like her name points it out, or they way she looks so much like John." Sherlock says glancing at John then Hamish. "Same sandy colored hair, same face shape, Hamish's eyes are different, though, Hazel. Though there is a hint of grey. Strange. Their body type is different though that could just be because Hamish is so terribly underfed. Eight months is the longest you went without food... hm," Sherlock says stopping and thinking at this fact.

"Yes," Hamish answers, looking at Sherlock in absolute awe, amazed at how he can tell this, she is scared that he will be able to deduce her terrible secrets though.
"Eight month's hm," Sherlock repeats. "You would probably be pretty hungry, only eating little snacks, half an apple here, a few crackers there, truly terrible." Sherlock says.

"Tea's ready," John says handing Hamish a cup, she takes it and sits down at the table. Greg takes his, but remains standing. Sherlock shrugs at his and sits down at his microscope, and getting a petri dish from the pile.

"That one isn't ready yet," Hamish says looking at the dish. "The third one down on the second pile is though." She says taking a sip of tea and making a face at the bitterness.

"Do you want some sugar?" John asks laughing at Hamish's face.

"That would be lovely," Hamish says holding out her cup so John could put some sugar in it.

"Better?" Greg asks when Hamish takes a sip of tea,

"Yeah, much." Hamish responds looking at Sherlock curiously. "If you graduated High school at eleven, then why are you only a consulting detective, for a force that doesn't even pay you." Hamish asks smiling slightly at the way Sherlock stiffens when she says it.

"I am the only consulting detective," Sherlock states,

"Yeah, in Britain." Hamish adds seeing how many buttons she can push before Sherlock yells. She can tell he's strong but she feels that it would be an even fight if they were to get at it.

"I have no knowledge of any others." Sherlock says glaring at Hamish while starting to grit his teeth.

"Play nice," John says looking at Sherlock, knowing that if he let's them get into this conversation, Sherlock wouldn't sleep for days until he found the other consulting detective."There aren't any other consulting detectives, you researched this a month ago."

"You never know how much changes in a month." Hamish smirks taking a sip of her tea flavored sugar. She really enjoyed watching Sherlock squirm.

"Stop it, Hamish." John says in his best 'dad' voice.

"Sorry sir." Hamish replies, not wanting to anger John.

'For a girl who was abused she sure likes to push peoples buttons' Greg thinks to himself, finishing his tea. "Well I got to get going, my lunch break is almost over." Greg says standing and grabbing his coat. "I'll bring your gift when I get off of work." Greg says to Hamish.

"I'll see you out," John says walking next to Greg to the outside door. "Are you buying her gifts for her favoritism?" John jokingly asks when they reached Greg's car.

"No, she was worried in the car, thinking that you would hurt her," when those words left Greg's mouth, Johns face flashed a mixture of hurt and fear.

"You know I would never lay a hand on her that way," John says looking at Greg.

"I know that, but she doesn't, she was just scared, you can tell by the way she flinches when you move quickly. She has been hit in the past, terribly abused." Greg explains "I've seen it in the past with foster kids who got into trouble, sometimes for them, just having a safety line, even if they would never use it. Makes them feel safe."

"So you just want her to feel safe? What are you getting her anyways?" John asks.

"Just a cellphone, probably an Iphone, so she'll be able to keep in touch, and be able to call you, Sherlock, Mycroft or I, if there is any trouble." Greg answers, "I have to get going, now make sure..."

BOOM! An explosion echos from the flat.

"SHIT!" Greg and John both yell running back into the flat.

John gets there first and the sight he sees shocks him and slightly frightens him. Sherlock is sitting at his chair looking like a crazed scientist. His hair is sticking up everywhere, more pronounced then normal, and he has soot all over his face and chest. Hamish isn't much better, her normally sandy blonde hair is charcoal black and her face is also covered in soot, and yet she was laughing her ass off.

"What happened? Are you okay? Sherlock! What the hell did you do?" John yells, running over to Sherlock to check for injuries, when positive he wasn't hurt John moves over to check on Hamish.

"Well, obviously there was an explosion. We both are okay, and it was Hamish's idea." Sherlock answers.

"Whoa! It was not my idea, I only suggested it." Hamish says defending herself.

"Sherlock, you can't do this, a social worker will do random checks here for the next eight months when Hamish becomes a citizen. She could be taken away from you." Greg says trying to hid his budding anger.

"Oh," Sherlock and Hamish both say, their faces falling go show their regret. Greg is astonished at how much alike these two are already.

"Well now you both know that so please try to behave yourselves." Greg says his anger slowly ebbing away.

"Thank you for everything Greg," Hamish says hoping Greg will forgive her. "I'm really sorry for scaring you."

"It's okay Hamish just, no more explosions please?" Greg asks feeling bad for being angry, "I have to get going, John, I'll see you later today. Sherlock... don't cause any more explosions." Greg says heading back downstairs for the second time that day.


As Greg left John was left standing in front of a semi-ruined kitchen, and two soot covered geniuses.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sherlock announced standing up and walking next to John, "you could join me," he whispered in John's ear. Sherlock had never seen John turn this bright red before, not even when Greg walked in on them.

"Go take your shower, I'm going to start cleaning the kitchen." John says, feeling his face turn beat red.

"I'll help clean," Hamish offers getting up from where she was sitting, her laughter completely gone, well until she saw Johns face turn red. 'I wonder... no I don't' she thinks

"Okay, then when Sherlock gets out of the shower, you can clean up." John says smiling, as he hid a giggle. Hamish looked like she was in an explosion to put it simply, her hair was sticking up in all different places, and her face was covered in soot. There's some slight bruising on her face, but that looked old, 'wonder what that is from?' John thinks.

"Sorry about the explosion, I didn't think that it would be that loud." Hamish says, at hearing this Sherlock grunts from where he was standing in the doorway and walks to the shower.

"Its okay," John says laughing at Sherlock. "There are rags in the top drawer."

"Um..." Hamish says opening the drawer and pulling out a bottle of Watermelon flavored lube "If I'm going to be living here can you hide these things a bit better?" Hamish says moving so John could see what she was holding.

John could feel his face go bright red. "Oh god," he yells covering his face with his hands " I am so sorry, I swear this won't happen again" John says absentmindedly cleaning the stove.

"Oh its okay, I just don't want to see it." Hamish says smiling and putting the lube away and grabbing a rag and starts to clean off the table.


Two lovely months later

Hamish had enjoyed the first two months with John and Sherlock. Greg had brought over her phone, which turned out to be an IPhone 3 Hamish was shocked at this. In these two months Hamish had found out that John was very protective of her. Hamish also found out that she was just as equally protective over John and Sherlock. How she found this out, well she was walking and overheard a couple of guys talking about John and Sherlock. One guy said how they were dating and another commented that 'all fags should die.' Let's just say that, the man who said this got a broken nose and told to 'not comment on her dads like that ever again.'. Oh that is also how Hamish started calling Sherlock dads. Right now John and Sherlock had been arguing over every little thing. Hamish had enough of being locked in the same house with them. So she went out to grab some milk and little supplies that John was to embarrassed to buy for her. She was walking back to the flat when she ran into Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh, hello dear, I'm heading out to a friends house, are John and Sherlock okay? Are they in the middle of a domestic?"

"They're just getting all the anger from the case out of their systems." Hamish says smiling, they were about two blocks away from the flat, but Hamish really wanted to get inside, she wasn't used to the British weather yet and she was freezing.

"Oh okay, just be careful...oh look at the time, I must be going." Mrs. Hudson says glancing at her watch.

"Well get going then, I don't want you to be late," Hamish says smiling. She watched Mrs. Hudson bustle away before starting to walk again. One thing Mrs. Hudson said was bugging her though, 'be careful' what could she have meant by that? Hamish thought about this until she reached the Flat, she just shook it off as she unlocked the outside door. She was in her own little world until she opened the door to the flat.

"Sher~~~" She hears John say, she didn't realize until she opened the door fully that it wasn't John's normal yelling. She opened the door with some difficulty because of the bags in her hand, and she saw something she never wanted to see again. Sherlock and John were butt naked against their door. Johns legs were wrapped around Sherlock's waist and his eyes were closed in pleasure, Sherlock looked like he was having a seizure by the way his body was pounding into Johns. Hamish just put down the groceries next to the door and closed it and walked outside. She pulled out the phone that Greg brought her the first day. She punched in Greg's number but couldn't make herself hit send. Today was his day off, he was probably spending it with Mycroft. She really didn't want to ruin his day. She put the phone away and walked back towards the cemetery. She hadn't visited her mother in a while.

She walked the short distance to her mother's gravestone. The murder was never found but they released the body for it to be buried. The gravestone was small and plain, nothing flashy. Just a slab.

"Hey mom," Hamish says when she reached the stone. "Sorry I haven't visited in awhile, I've been busy." Hamish says, she can feel her eyes start to water. "I miss you, I know that you were already close to dying but," Hamish cokes out before bursting into tears, the tears that she didn't cry when her mom was tortured in front of her before they murdered her, tears that wouldn't come at her mothers funeral three weeks after the murder, tears that wouldn't fall when John tried to talk to her about how many times her mother's boyfriends beat her, tears that had been waiting two months to come out. So Hamish sat down in front of her mothers gravestone, on top of where her casket was laying rotting six feet below her, and bawled her eyes out, she just sat there and cried.

"Are you okay?" She hears a males voice ask. "You look cold,"

"I'm okay,"Hamish says, wiping her tears away before looking up.

"Okay, I've come to pick you up for Mycroft," he says smiling.

"Why can he not come and get me himself?" Hamish asks standing up and walking with the man to a limo, where anthea is standing.

"He's a busy man." The man replies vaguely, he opens the door for Hamish. He closes the door and gets in the drivers seat.

"Hi Anthea," Hamish says to Mycrofts personal assistant. She nods her head with out looking up, still clicking away on her phone. "Texting Mycroft everything I say? I assume," Hamish says a faint smile on her lips. Anthea nods again. "Has he finally man up enough to propose to Greg?" Hamish asks. This gets a look from Anthea. Hamish sighs and goes to looking out the window.


Hey I just wanna say thank you to all of you's who have favorited this, so... THANK YOU! I understand that there hasn't been much smutty goodness, it will come later. I'm not too good at going into much detail but I will try my best in later chapters. :) I also have a little request. I don't exactly know where to go with this lovely cliff hanger. So if you guys have any ideas, please tell me, because I have none.