So I was supposed to go hang out with Peter but he called and said he couldn't. He just got done running and was out of breath.

"Are you okay?" I asked confused and concern.

"Yeah-," he coughed, "I just, you know, walked the neighbors dogs and they're the size of a rhinos. So you know-," he coughed again.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're scaring me..."

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine Hun." He took deep breaths. "Don't worry about me. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright, bye."

Just before he was going to hang up he said, "I need to start working out."

Well there goes my weekend. Maybe I can hang out with one of my other friends.

HAHA! Get it? It was a joke! I don't have other friends...

"What does it matter to you?!" Mr. Holmes yelled.

"Because he's your son, Sherlock!" Mr. John yelled back.

"Exactly! /My/ son! So I'll do what /I/ want!"

"You are such a machine!"

There was some talking. Not yelling so I couldn't hear. Then there was walking up the steps.

Mr. John came to my door. He was putting his jacket on. "Get your jacket and come on."

"Where are we going?" I asked as I sat up.

"/We/ are going to spend time together! Because that's what family does!" Mr. John said loud enough for Mr. Holmes to hear.

I grabbed my Captain America hoodie, my wallet, and joined Mr. John as we walked out.

Mr. John didn't talk nor did he know where he was going. He just needed a walk. I can tell he was going to need a long walk. So I directed him to Time Square.

I sat him down on one of the fold out chairs. I bought him hot tea from Starbucks and rejoined him.

He was so angry from whatever Mr. Holmes said this time.

I just placed the tea in front of him and waited till he was ready to speak. We sat in silence and I waited.

"Do you ever just want to punch him?" He finally asked.

"What?" I wasn't sure if I heard correctly.

"Just one punch wouldn't hurt him..."

"Clearly you've had a long time to think about that..." I was almost scared on how much Mr. John could just keep inside.

Aggravated he took a sip of tea. "What is that?" He wasn't sure if he liked it.

"It's pumpkin spice tea," I answered. "When did you first meet Mr. Holmes?"

"Almost 17 years ago..." He sighed.

"How long have you two lived together?" Mr. John was an open book just wanting his pages to be flipped. I'd be foolish not to take this opportunity.

"Almost 17 years..." He ran his hand threw his hair.

"How long did you know him before you moved in?" I was confused.

"A good half an hour..." He was embarrassed.

"Wait, Mr. John... Did you guys do it or something? Why did you move in so fast?"

"Well that was the day I was going to jump. I ran into an old friend and he introduced us. He deduced all this stuff about me and... I don't know why but I felt like he changed me." He seemed so happy that he met him.

"Mr. John-" I was going to question him more but he cut me off.

"You really don't have to call me /Mr./ John."

For some reason, that made him seem human to me. "John... Have you ever been to New York City?"

"No, why?" He asked.

"I'll show you, come on."

I showed him everything I could! I took him down Broadway. We went on the Ferris wheel in the Toys R Us. I showed him the Naked Cow Boy. I took him down Canal street, for some reason he laughed at all the scarfs. I showed him the Statue Of Liberty and the Empire State Building.

I wanted to show him everything New York had to offer.

When I took him to the New York Times building I saw the paper. There was a picture of Spider-Man fighting a man in a Rhino costume.

"Does this happen often?" John asked.

"What?"

"People dressed up in costumes running around town beating each other."

"Pretty much..." I bought a copy to frame in my room because all super hero things need to be in my room.

When we got home Mr. Holmes wasn't there. "Should we worry?" I asked.

"No, he'll come back around four in the morning," John joked.

"Ha ha! Does he just wonder off when he wants?" I asked.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Today was fun," John said after the laughing stopped. "I really enjoyed your company, Hamish."

"Yeah, you're pretty cool too, John." It was weird for me to tell my feelings to someone other than my mom.

"I know Sherlock isn't the most loving person ever," he started. "But he really does care."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"I understand how hard it must be to play your part right now..." He was trying to say something important but he couldn't get the courage to say it.

"You can just say it..."

"I know what it's like not having anyone to call Dad..." He could only touch the tip of the ice burg of what he wanted to say. "But I just feel like..." He wasn't sure if he was ready to say it, "I feel like I could be that person..."

I couldn't hide my smile, "You want me to call you Dad?"

"Only if you're okay with it!" He jumped.

"No, yeah... Yes! ... Dad" It felt good saying that to someone.

I have a Dad.

~Hamish Holmes