Sherlock sprawled across his chair in a lonesome meditation, oh how he longed to return to his drug induced world, his fingers twitched reminding him he had promised never to take drugs again, not after he had scared Hamish
"Little Watson what have you done to me?" Sherlock pondered. Why did such a little creature bring out so many thoughts and emotions? He's just like his father, Sherlock mused with a small smile and heartache.
He listened to the London streets, his acute hearing heard the silence all too well. A buzzing. A low, deep, mournful buzzing. It was as if the air was still displaced as John walked around the apartment once upon a time, with Sherlock sitting in his spot, in the exact same position, half listening, half thinking.
"I'm sorry, John" Sherlock murmured, remembering the impact he had made on his return. He had returned to John so happily but his whole world crashed when he looked at him. John's eyes refused to recognise Sherlock but his face... Sherlock rubbed his eyes, his face had slackened in despair.
"I walked back into your life and right then and there, I destroyed it all over again" Sherlock remembered how much it had hurt for John to refuse the fact he was alive.
The clock ticked like a pendulum, it echoed in Hamish's nightmare as he tried to escape it and wake up
"Daddy!" He screamed, the nightmare finally releasing him allowing Hamish to sit up, both John and Mary ran into his bedroom where Hamish sobbed, he heared Mary mumble to John about night terrors again
"It's okay, Mish, it's not real, nothing's going to hurt you" John sat beside his son hugging him
"But it was the little man and the lonely man, daddy" Hamish whimpered, John exchanged looks with Mary, recognising Sherlock's night time story
"Oh?" John asked stroking Hamish's hair
"The little man tried to kill him" Hamish whimpered "you tried to kill the lonely man" John frowned, her new Sherlock's story was there's but hearing the nightmare of a child about them sent a shiver down his spine
"I would never kill the lonely man, Mish" John comforted "I'm a doctor I help people"
"Daddy cares very much about the lonely man, he's safe" Mary added. Both parents stayed in the room until Hamish had calmed down and was settling back down to sleep, Mary tiptoed out of the room, John close behind when
"He's sad, daddy" Hamish murmured. John stared at his son before leaving the room, his words echoed
"John?" Mary asked
"I'm going to check on Sherlock tomorrow morning" He replied
"We have the school play..."
"If Mish can see Sherlock is upset, then something is very wrong. I have never seen him upset since... Since... Well, you know" John stuttered, Mary nodded
"You're a good friend John, I don't know how he deserves you".
