Chapter 4
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The four Holmes' sat in silence while quiet conversations happened around them and they waited for their parents. On the screen Moriarty just sat and watched with a smug smile on his face.
They heard the door downstairs creak open and all four sat up straight and silence fell over the room.
"John?" a woman called out.
John stood up and made his way to the doorway.
"What do I do? I can't just let her come up here and see you two!" John whispered urgently to his three siblings.
"Just go down and explain everything." Mycroft said impatiently.
"How on Earth am I meant to explain all of this?" John asked.
"You don't need to explain anything." Rose said as she walked in and she looked at each of her child's face with tears in her eyes.
"I'm a spy. Do you really think I don't know what all of you are up to every day?" Rose asked.
"You have cameras?" Mycroft asked.
"No, sweetheart, but I have people." Rose said with a smile for her eldest.
A tear crept down her face and she said "Oh, come on! I haven't seen you in years. I want my eldest and youngest to give me a hug right now!" she demanded with a smile.
Mycroft stood and embraced her but Sherlock and John looked confused at her.
"I'm the youngest?" Sherlock asked.
"YES!" John shouted then realised he had the attention of everyone in the room.
"Oh, sorry." He said but smiled anyway. As Sherlock made his way toward his mum he said to John "Age doesn't matter. I hardly think that a couple of minutes make any difference."
Rose pulled Sherlock into a hug and after a minute pulled away and inspected her two son's faces.
"You've changed so much." She said.
"We've aged." Sherlock stated.
"Oh, you're so like your father!" Rose laughed and then turned to Harry.
"I'm so proud of you, but I would like a call now and then." She said with a smile and a hug for her daughter.
She looked over at John and put her hands on her hips. He took a nervous step back and smiled.
"Hi, mum..." he said.
"Don't give me that John Hamish Watson! I find out on the phone that you have been shot and not even you told me! I thought, okay I'll wait for you to ring me, nothing! Why?" she asked.
"I was, erm... recovering?" John asked.
"I told you that I knew everything that you do every day. All I got was a few texts. I will ask you one more time, why?" she asked dangerously.
"I didn't want to worry you! You were so scared that Harry was ruining her life that I thought that you shouldn't have to worry about me too! I was fine." John said.
"Fine? I will always worry about Harry and you, John. You don't always have to do everything on your own... come here." She said.
John embraced her and smiled at the comforting and familiar embrace.
"I am really sorry, mum." He said.
"I forgive you." She said and kissed his temple and pulled away.
Rose was the same height as Harry and John and she looked young for the age of over sixty. She had white hair but a young look in her eye.
"When does Hamish get here?" she asked Sherlock.
"5 minutes." Sherlock said.
"Sherlock?" Rose asked as her children sat in their seats and she sat on the arm between John and Sherlock's seat. He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Make your deductions about me. I want to hear you." She said. Sherlock frowned. "Please, you are clever. I want to hear what you're thinking." Rose pushed.
Sherlock looked her up and down.
"You are retired now but you still work for the government but not many know about it. You're worried about Harry and you bite your nails because of that. You have 2 dogs, Labradors, going by the dog hair on your trouser and the bottom of your coat. You have a wedding ring around your neck, I would have presumed that your husband was dead, but it is a small wedding ring, one for a woman's hand, and also I now know that you had to keep some secrets. But you wanted to keep him close and you still love him but you weren't allowed to show it. You enjoy horse riding and walking and you have a gun in the pocket inside your coat." Sherlock finished.
"Mum! You have a gun?" John asked in shock.
"Of course I have a gun. And you can hardly talk, John, you have a gun on you too." She said, smiling.
John sighed and leant back in his chair again.
"Splendid!" John said.
"Sorry?" Sherlock asked.
"Splendid. Your deductions, and as far as I know all are right. You said that I had expressed my amazement in all variants known to the English language but I don't think I ever said splendid." John said. Sherlock smiled at him.
"It's so good to see you smiling." A voice said from the doorway. The man looked like Sherlock only about 25 years older and he had grey straight and shorter hair and dark blue eyes.
Rose stood and they both embraced and held each other tightly.
"Rose..." Hamish whispered in relief as she smiled into his shoulder. He kissed her and they drew away. Hamish peered around her and looked at his children.
"Come here." He whispered.
The family all came together in a massive embrace. "It is a bit more difficult to hug all of you now that you're all grown up." Hamish commented.
They pulled away and Hamish pulled John and Harry into their own hug.
"Oh, I missed you two." He said.
"I missed you too dad." Harry said and buried her face in his shirt like a child again.
"I don't remember you." John said and pulled away.
"I know." Hamish said like Sherlock always did.
"Well, this is adorable isn't it? The family back together again. Take a seat." Moriarty said.
"What is this about, Moriarty?" John asked.
"Well, Johnny-boy, take a seat." Moriarty insisted.
"I know not to trust you. We don't need you to explain anymore." John said defiantly.
Sherlock grabbed his elbow and as Rose and Hamish sat on John's chair Sherlock sat him next to him on his own chair.
"I don't know what is going on yet John, but this is Moriarty. We should do what he says until I have worked out what his plan is." Sherlock whispered. John nodded and they faced the television.
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please give me feedback. I also want to write some one/two-shots for Sherlock. Just send an idea written in a review! I'll do any pairing and if I like your idea I'll write it for you. Thank you!