-This is it, the end. It's not much of one I know but this story was really wrapped up a few chapters ago. Thank you so much for reading this story! I know that not everyone likes Parent!Lock so I am glad that you did. I will be taking a break from this series for a bit but will be writing up the adventures of the Pirate Prince and His Captain sometime in the next few months! -
Sherlock and John returned from their holiday happy but thoroughly exhausted. They convinced Greg and Mycroft to watch Hamish for an extra day so they could rest and prepare the flat. When they arrived at Mycroft's to collect Hamish the boy was like a bullet, slamming into Sherlock's legs.
"Easy, 'Mish!" John scolded him, picking him up.
"Good holiday then?" Greg asked, chuckling as John blushed.
"Erm. Yea, pretty place..." John said as firmly as he could.
"You didn't even see it did you?"
"Oh don't be a jerk." He shuffled his feet.
"We took several long walks and explored the area, actually." Sherlock said it firmly, only the hint of a smirk on his face. Greg blushed.
"Oh all right, that's enough of that!" He laughed.
"Was Hamish a good boy?" John asked both Greg and Hamish, Hamish giggled.
"He was fine. It didn't help that he knew you were texting us every time you got a moment." Greg crossed his arms.
"I just wanted to be sure he was okay... Where's the 'Government?'"
"At work, which is where I'm headed now that you two are here. I might have a case for you Sherlock, let me see what they have in forensics. If I can manage I'll give you a few days to settle in before I bother you."
"Oh it's no bother..."
It turned out Greg needed Sherlock that afternoon, so John stayed home with Hamish and Sherlock went back to work. The two men ran down a perpetrator, chasing him straight into the edge of a building. Sherlock had been unable to stop the force with which he was moving forward and he tripped, managing to break his leg. Greg forced him to go to A&E where he was put in a cast and told he would have to let his leg rest to heal properly. Which meant at least three weeks off the streets. Once John and Hamish found out Sherlock knew he was trapped. John would never let Sherlock force his way back onto a case until he was healed and Hamish was overjoyed because it meant his father's would be home with him. But John wasn't stupid he knew this would be dangerous - three weeks of Sherlock around the flat would not keep him occupied.
"Before you even say it - you can't be bored. But I have a task I think you can help me with." John smiled.
"What?" Sherlock looked eager and excited.
"We're going to tell Hamish the stories of the Captain and the Pirate Prince, so that I can write them down."
"All of them?"
"Yes! Your perspective and mine. I think it would be an adorable little thing to have written up. Then he can read it himself as he gets older." Sherlock moved to protest and John smirked. "It'll help him look for details in cases."
"How... Oh..." Sherlock blushed. It was true, comparing the two witness accounts would sharpen his mind. "Oh alright..."
"Yea! Daddies tell me a story!" Hamish giggled, settling down in Sherlock's lap. Sherlock gently ran a finger over the small golden key around his neck - smirking as John's caught the light around his neck.
"Well little Prince, it all began many years ago..." Sherlock began softly, smiling.