A/N: Apparently I've got Parentlock on the brain right now XD but is that really a bad thing? And yes I used a line from the show in this fic… Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything which deeply saddens me… I wish I was a creative genius like Moffat, Gatiss, or Vertue…

-Pinktron

"Tell me what you see, Hamish." Sherlock was sitting a crossed the table from his son. He knew that the boy had his intelligence, and he just wanted to see if he could handle the most simplest of deduction.

Hamish swallowed; he could feel his dad's eyes on him. He took one more look at the picture on the table and then spoke in no more than a whisper. "uhm… the scratches on his hand show that he had a cat, lack of hair says hairless.. gross..." He paused, "You can see the roots in his hair meaning he dyes it, but I don't see grey meaning it isn't to cover up age. Gay… with that level of personal grooming and… that's all I got."

Sherlock smiled, "good job." He didn't say anything else. Yes his son had missed a few elements but for a small child still trying to harness the power of deduction, it wasn't bad at all. It was very good.

"Can I go play now?" The little boy looked so unsure and Sherlock felt the warmth radiate in his chest.

"Yes Hamish, you may go play now. Make sure if you leave JC's house to call me or Papa ok?"

As little Hamish ran down the steps he almost ran into John who was just coming home from Tesco's, his arm laden with grocery bags. "Sorry Papa!" the boy shouted up the steps as he disappeared out the front door.

"Well... he wanted to get out of here fast. You working with the deductions again?" John surveyed all the pictures laid out on their kitchen table. "He's only 10… he's just trying to be a kid, Sherlock. He'll grow into it."

Sherlock smiled. "He's doing so well… I can't wait until Lestrade lets him come on cases with us. He's the next generation of the consulting detective."

"He wants to go… he's always asking you know? Mrs. Hudson keeps saying he asks every time we leave."

"You said 13 right? We can take him then?" Sherlock looked like a little puppy, and John thought it was adorable.

"13... yes…. By then we should be able to keep him out of danger. This is dangerous, Sherlock… just remember that."

"How could I forget?" Sherlock's face fell slightly. "I may not remember in the heat of the moment, but I will always remember that he could get hurt. I wouldn't want anything to happen to him. The sentiment of it all…"

John pushed the pictures off the kitchen table so that he could place the Tesco's bags up on the table. "I'm worried about his mum though."

Sherlock's face scrunched dup. "Why? She doesn't' have any say in his life…. We paid her to carry him."

John sighed, "Laws aren't that simple, Sher. There's a possibility that she could demand to take him from us if she feels like he's being put in danger."

"She should not have say. Truly… he is not her child. What basis could she have for an argument? She isn't part of his life, and we paid her."

"She is his mother. That's all the argument the court needs. Just… promise me you won't go against the 13 rule. I can see the want in your face, and the glint in his eyes. I could see you two going out on a case without me. Please don't do that… for me."

"Nothing is going to happen to Hamish." Sherlock wrapped his arms around his husband, resting his chin on the doctor's hair. "I promise."

A/N: so… there ya go… I don't live in England so I based my thing about the mom on what has been known to happen in the United States. Many children have been taken away by surrogates who think they aren't being cared for or are in some kind of immediate danger. Hope you enjoyed! If it isn't too much trouble chuck a review my way!