Author's Note: After a crazy long break from doing these, I thought I'd give one a shot! Hope you enjoy and sorry for the little bit of angst :P
Hamish Watson-Holmes had always been a quiet boy. It's not that he was particularly shy or anti-social, he just enjoyed observing more than interacting. However, his parents could always tell the difference between his usual quiet, and when he was quiet for a reason.
"Hamish? Everything okay?" John asked during dinner one night, noticing that Hamish had barely touched his food. Hamish ate like a bird usually, but it was very rare for him not to eat anything at all. Hamish shrugged, a typical reaction for a boy of fifteen.
"Who is she?" Sherlock asked.
"Father! You promised never to deduce me!" Hamish cried indignantly.
"And I keep that promise under normal circumstances, but something – or rather, someone – is clearly bothering you," Sherlock replied, concern in his eyes. Hamish sighed.
"I asked out a girl today. I'd never really talked to her, but she's beautiful and not a complete moron like the rest of them. She said… that she'd never date a freak like me."
Sherlock winced at the word he'd been taunted with his entire life. And now it was being directed at his son.
As John spoke comforting words and sound advice, Sherlock couldn't help but think about how he could protect his son from this criminal or that…
But he couldn't save him from getting his heart broken.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading and feedback is very much appreciated :)