Guests were arriving promptly and John was nervous. He had tried visiting Sherlock a week before the party and found him high as a kite...
..."YOU UTTER BASTARD!" He had yelled "You promised ME... You promised HAMISH". To John, it seemed that Sherlock was willing to ruin his own life. That day he had come home still pissed and Hamish knew it. John called Mary and sat down with Hamish
"I'm sorry Hamish but Uncle Sherly might not be coming" the little boys face was crestfallen
"Why daddy?"
"He's been a bad man, Hamish. I had to tell him off"
"No daddy! You were being mean to the lonely man! Just like my dreams!" John shook his head
"Hamish remember when Uncle Sherly scared you?"
"Yes" the little boy said quietly, the event was still frightening, but he had forgiven Sherly
"Scary Uncle Sherly is back, I'm afraid"
"Hamish we don't want you to be scared like that again" Mary said softly
"He will come!" Hamish said storming out of the room...
... Hamish was still adamant Sherlock would come. He stared out of the window, ignored the other guests and would run out of the door if anyone looked similar to Sherlock. Both Mary, John and other family members had tried to distract him but the litttle boy wanted to play detectives like they had when Sherlock had babysitted.
The day went on with no sign of Sherlock, perhaps he had acknowledge John's anger in his high state. John felt guilty as Hamish sat in the corner of the living room playing with his toys half heartedly with a small party plate of food
"Hey Mish" John sat beside his son
"Go away"
"Mish listent to me-"
"no Mr Mean Man"
"-would you like to come and help me find Sherlock- Uncle Sherly?" Hamish looked at him
"Really?"
"Yes, get your shoes and coat" John walked over to Mary "I'm going to find Sherlock"
"But John!"
"I know! But if he gets himself into any more trouble... I'm just thinking about Hamish" and with that one of his friends screamed "HAMISH!" who had gone bolting outside shouting "Uncle Sherly! Uncle Sherly!". Seeing the panic in the hallway John and Mary ran outside where a car horn was blazing. Hamish was crying, shrouded in a black coat worn by a lean figure crumpled on the floor
"Oh God no" John groaned as his legs failed. Mary ran to Hamish and gave him to a close friend telling her to get him inside
"The kid just ran... this guy jumped out of nowhere! I couldn't stop-" The driver jittered as he looked down at Sherlock's body. John stumbled and knelt by Sherlock's head
"You were right John, I had promised and I broke it" He laughed as pained tears fell
"Sherlock..." John mumbled
"I said I would protect you all... Back then I didn't... "
"But you have now" Mary whispered taking his hand "I've called an ambulance" Sherlock shook his head
"Not this time" He faulted
"Sherlock you survived many things- being run over by a car is nothing" John joked, reminiscing
"I'm not invulnerable, John". In the silence that followed John could hear Hamish wailing. John closed his eyes as Mary sobbed. The car driver leant against his car in shock. The ambulance arrived and tried a futile battle for Sherlock's life. But he was pronounced dead at the scene and so was John's heart.
