When I was in my room waiting for lunch to go over Peter's Dad called for me. "Hamish come here," he called from the living room.

I walked down the steps and jumped down the last three since I could finally move free. No more back brace! I just need to wear it in my sleep.

"What's up Dad?" I asked. He was sitting in his chair. Father wasn't here.

"That Spider Guy is on the news," he said as he read his book.

I sighed, I really wanted to go over his house. I sat down in my chair and watched the news.

"Hey Dad," I started, "Where's Father?"

"Well uhh..." He looked at Father's chair, "He left early in the morning so he'll be back soon, don't worry. "

Dad seemed very worried actually.

"Can we go get some lunch? I'm starved!" I stood up and got my coat on. He seemed really upset so I should take his mind off of things.

"I'll just cook something-"

"Dad," I sighed, "We live in New York City. Why do something yourself when there's people who can do it for you?"

We actually had a lot of fun. Dad and I talked for the entire time. He doesn't feel like just some guy, he actually seem like he's my Dad.

"Did Sherlock tell you he was going to propose?" He blushed.

"No, I had no idea," I smiled when I saw how in love he was.

He sighed looking at his food. "I love him, Hamish."

I laughed at how cliché he was being.

"Don't laugh at me!" He covered his face. "What about you and that Peter b ..."

"Hey, don't change the subject!" I objected, "When is the wedding?"

He smiled, "I don't know, soon I guess."

"Well did you call your family and tell them?" I asked. He shook his head no. "Well did you tell them about me?" Again he shook his head no but smiled ashamed. "How do you think your family is going to react when they find out you have a husband and a mistress and you haven't even been in America for a year?"

Dad laughed, "They'd sit me down and say, 'John, my old chap, ya did good! You got the wrong gender, but close enough!'"

When we got home, it was pretty late. Dad and I were still laughing. Dad unlocked the door with a bright smile...

But when it was open and he looked inside... His smile was gone.

"Hamish, it's late go to bed."

Father was in his chair, arms gripped on to the arm rests. The sleeve of his left arm was rolled up and the top buttons of his purple shirt were undone. His eyelids were heavy and his toes were curled.

"Father..." I went to walk toward him.

Dad used his hand to block my path. "Just go to bed, alright." A sob was stuck in his throat. "It's late and you have school tomorrow."

"But Dad-"

"Hamish please," he refused to cry in front of me. So I went up stairs into my room and turned on the security cameras.

Dad walked up to Father. "Sherlock," he held his hand. "Can you hear me?"

Father nodded his head and breathed out a moan.

"I thought you said you'd stop," Dad let out a tear. "I thought you said you'd start a new life once we got here."

"I couldn't," Father ran his fingers over his skin near his collar bone.

"Sherlock," Dad started, "This isn't just you and me anymore. If you die it won't just be Mrs. Hudson and I. You have a son Sherlock!"

Father just laid there. And Dad just stared at him and cried. "Come on, you have to get in bed." Dad lifted Father by his arm and Father hobbled to their room.

He flopped Father on the bed and Dad began to undress him. "If my father died... When I was Hamish's age," Father started, "I think, I would be happy."

Dad took off Father's shoes, "Why's that Sherlock?" Dad seemed to say it as if this is the billionth time he's said it.

"He hit her," he mumbled, "She didn't do anything. He'd hit her all the time."

Dad heard this story before.

"Then she left, and he hit me..." Father seemed to tear up. Like actually tears of sorrow were running down his face. "Mycroft didn't do anything... He just watched."

Dad wiped his tear away and kissed his cheeks. "I know, love, I know." I couldn't tell who was more upset. Dad began to unbutton Sherlock's shirt. There were nicotine patches all over his chest. Dad rubbed them and one by one took them off.

"I just wanted my big brother..." Father said as he looked at Dad.

Father began to cry. Tears ran down from his face as he remembered everything. "No matter how many times I delete it, it always comes back."

Dad rubbed his thumb across Father's cheek.

Father stopped crying and looked at Dad. "John, it's late come to bed."

Dad could only nod. He couldn't find words to fill the emotions he was having.

"Good night Sherlock," Dad said as he got under the covers.

"Good night John," Father looked at Dad and kissed him.

I watched Dad cry himself to sleep in Fathers arms the night.

~Hamish Holmes