I don't own BBC Sherlock, they are the creative works of Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and of course the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

NaNoWriMo is almost here, around October I go into a state of hiatus until December. I will be posting until the 1st October, and won't be posting again until the 10th December.

Overcoming Misfortune

Chapter Seven

Harry rushed around the car and opened John's door and helped him out of the car. It had been two weeks since he had woken up in the hospital. But to the young teen, it felt like a lifetime had passed. He looked towards the front door and gave a trembling smile as he saw his uncles standing, and waiting for him. The two men had been a great help to John. Helping him come to terms with the loss of his daughter, even though it still hurt him deeply. Harry grasped his hand as the two walked towards their uncles. Their parents walking slowly behind them as they approached the front door.

Hamish walked towards the group and pulled John into his arms, "Welcome home." He said softly as he rubbed John's back.

William went over to the car and grabbed the teens bag and locked it up. He followed the family into the house. "We changed your bedroom. It's right next to Harry's now." He told his nephew.

John turned and looked to his Uncle, "I… I'm not in that room anymore?" he asked, wanting to make sure. He had been scared about being in that room once again. Scared that Kevin could still go in and get to him.

William gave the young teen a reassuring smile, "You're not in that room anymore John. Harry and I did up a room for you. Getting new things in and decorating it. You'll never have to step foot in that room ever again."

"I don't believe you had to do a room up for him. He already had a perfectly good room to begin with." Diane huffed a little as she walked past and went into the kitchen. Andrew looked to his son, giving the young Omega a blank look as he walked past and headed towards his office.

John looked down, grasping his uncle's hand tightly, "They really don't care about me at all. I don't think they ever have done." He whispered as he tried to get a handle on the whirlwind of emotions inside of him at being home.

"We do," Hamish smiled at him warmly, "We care about you so much." He finished.

John looked up to him, "I know," he gave a small smile.

"Oh," Harry said as she remembered something, "He's going on trial in four days. We've been told that you don't have to testify at all. So you don't ever have to see that bastard again." She smiled hoping that it would help John feel that little bit safer now that he was home.

John sighed in relief and then looked to them in horror as he asked, "Is he out through?"

Harry shook her head, "He's being kept in custody to make sure that he has no chance of getting to you or anyone else."

"Good," he said, relief in his eyes.

"I'll be going to the trial," She told him, "I have no doubt that you don't want anyone there, but I need to make sure that you and Elizabeth have the justice that you both deserve." She added as she saw the horror on his face.

William looked to his nephew, "I'll be there as well. Now John, don't you worry, it will be all right." He reassured him.

John looked at his family, or rather those he considered his family, "Thank you." He nodded.

"There is one last thing we have to tell you and then you can go upstairs and looked at your new room and then get some rest before lunch." Hamish told him, a soft smile on his face.

Harry was the one to tell him, "I've organised the funeral for Elizabeth. Everything is ready." She let the information sink in for a moment. She could tell that he was upset by the news, "We're holding it on Friday, I hope that's okay?" she asked him as she began to worry that she had done the wrong thing by having it so soon after John was released from the hospital.

John looked to his sister and let go of his uncle's hand as he hugged his older sister, "Thank you." He told her as tears formed in his eyes.

"You're welcome Johnny." She whispered as she hugged him just as tightly, "let's go and see your new room." She said softly as she let him go.

John nodded as he stepped back. The four went up stairs, with Harry leading the way. She opened the door and let John walk in. The young teen looked around the room. It had a warm and welcoming air about it and he couldn't help the relieved smile on his face, as it was the total opposite of his old room. He walked around and slowly reached his new bed. He looked to the bedside table and saw the silver framed picture that rested on it. John picked it up as tears slide from his eyes as he looked upon the angelic face of his daughter. It looked as though she was peacefully sleeping.

"Thank you," he told them as he looked up to them all, "I think I would like to rest now." He finished.

The three nodded, each of them giving him a hug as they then left him alone. John lay on the bed on his side and clutched the picture of his daughter tightly to his chest as he began to cry quietly.

XxXxX

It had been a month since John had come home from the hospital. Hamish had stopped by nearly every single day. He was helping John come to terms with all that had happened, letting the teen talk about what had happened. They had even talked about Kevin and the trial, which had found him guilty and sent to prison for twenty years.

Hamish glared at his sister in law, disgust in his eyes, "You can't do this Diane. Don't you care about your son at all?" he asked her, shaking his head at the callous woman.

Diane looked down her nose at him, "That boy has caused nothing but trouble for this family from the moment he was born. He needs to buck up and carry on as normal. He is embarrassing this family because of the way he is acting. And I wont stand for it any more."

"Diane, he was forced into a bond, raped and beaten for months. He then lost his daughter. His mind was being controlled by someone else. How do you just get over something like that?" He looked at the woman in horror, "he is grieving and doing his best to come to terms with what has happened to him." He told her, his voice quiet as he thought of his nephew.

"No, he would have been over this if you lot hadn't insisted on mollycoddling him. Now I want you to leave and never darken my door again. I won't stand for it any longer!" she yelled at him, her eyes flashing in anger as she scowled at him.

"You don't care about him, about his well being." He whispered, "How can you not care about that wonderful young man." He shook his head in disbelief.

"I want you gone," she told him as she began to head back inside her home. She stopped and turned to him, "Don't contact us again. Your number is going to be blocked. If you come here again after today. I will contact the police and have you done for harassment." She scowled at him as she headed back to the front door.

"You're doing nothing but hurting John, don't do this Diane!" he yelled after her.

"He needs to buck up and suck it up." She called over her shoulder as she walked inside and slammed the door behind her.

Hamish looked at the house and glanced to the window of John's bedroom. He could see his nephew, who signalled for him to wait. Hamish watched as he disappeared from sight for a few moments before coming back and opening the window. He threw something out before giving his uncle a warm smile and a wave goodbye as he disappeared from view once again. Hamish went over to what he threw and picked up the scrunched up paper and straightened it out and began to read.

Don't worry Uncle Hami, I'll be all right. She can't control what I'll do when I go out of the house. As soon as I get the chance, I'll be coming to see you and Uncle Will.

Love you and thank you for all that you have done.

John

Hamish gave a small smile, wishing he could talk to his nephew. He turned and headed away. He hoped he would be able to catch Harry before she finished work at her new John. He wanted to tell her what was going on. And for her to reassure John that he loved him and that he would always be waiting for him.

XxXxX

John sighed as he walked out of his school. He had only been back a week and he knew he wasn't ready for it. The whispers and rumours being spread behind his back hurt John deeply. John headed towards the graveyard once again. He had taken to hiding there more and more recently. His parents had started blaming him for things, as soon as Harry was out of the way. His parents had made sure that he wouldn't be able to see his Uncle's Hamish and William. The one time he had, he had ended up being locked in his room for the rest of the day.

He knelt down at his daughter grave and sighed, "Sometimes Lizzie, I wish I had died with you."

John stayed there until the sun began to set and knew that he had to get home otherwise his parents would once again find something to yell at him about. He didn't walk to fast, and tried to delay going home. He sighed as he reached the back door and let himself in. He stood in shock as he saw both of his parents in the kitchen, sitting at the table. Harry wasn't there because he had convinced her to go on holiday with her friend. She had tried to get her mother to allow John to join her. Diane had shot that down straight away, and John had to convince her to go, and in the end she did.

"Come on, dinner time." Andrew said as he looked to his son.

John nodded and sat down, not wanting to complain that he wasn't hungry. He ate the meal, even though it didn't taste quite right. He said his good nights and went to his room. He lay down on his bed after making sure that the window was locked tight and started to drift, his eyes heavy with sleep.

XxXxX

John woke up slowly, his mind heavy and foggy as he felt the world around him move a little. He looked around and frowned when he found himself in the family car. He struggled as he sat up. His parents where sat in the front of the car, with his dad in the drivers seat.

"What's going on?" he murmured as he leaned against the back of the seat. His head spinning as he tried to focus and the goings on around him.

"We just can't deal with you any more. No one will be able to. You've caused so much upset and embarrassment for letting this happen." Diane said as she looked back to him.

"Where am I going then?" he asked, getting scared of what his parents were going to do.

"You're leaving us, and I don't want to ever see you again. None of us do." Diane told him, "You've done too much to hurt this family."

"I didn't do anything, something was done to me, not the other way around." John said quietly, protesting what his mother was telling him.

"I don't care anymore. You're ruining things. Better for us for you to be a runaway than to have you at home as a broken Omega. How shameful." She huffed as the car came to a stop.

"Where am I?" he asked as his parents got out of the car and pulled him out.

"Hopefully where you'll be for the rest of your life." Diane said, as she sneered at her only son.

He looked to his dad, but he avoided his son's eyes. "Dad?" he said softly.

Andrew glanced down at his son with a cold look in his eyes, "Not your dad any more. Never wanted an Omega child. We only wanted Harry."

With those words John was left on the pavement as his parents climbed back into the car and drove away. John felt numb, he had nothing but the clothes he had worn that day after school. He shivered as his mind tried to catch up to what had just happened to him. He started to walk as he wondered what he was going to do and to try and find out where he was.

Well, here is another chapter. I do hope you have enjoyed it. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews. So happy that you are enjoying it so far.

Sherlock still wont be in the story until John is an adult. I know it's a long time to wait for him. But he will come, eventually!