The night of the funeral a tired John was tucking a distraught Hamish into bed

"Daddy... Can I tell you something?"

"Of course, Mish" John sat on the edge of his bed as Hamish told him everything he and Sherlock had did together. Sherlock had told him all their adventures, he had told Hamish how he missed it and was terribly alone. Sherlock had said it was a secret and Hamish had told him they were friends and would keep secrets

"I told him you were lonely too. You have mummy but you still missed him. He smiled, he was happy that he still meant something" Hamish wiped his eyes

"Sherlock Holmes and Little Watson, eh?" John nodded with a sad grimace

"Don't feel bad daddy- it wasn't your fault. It was mine"

"Hamish!" John was shocked this little boy spoke such wise words

"If... if I hadn't gone running out into the road, Sherlock wouldn't have grabbed me and...and..." John pulled Hamish into a strong embrace and allowed the little boy to weep.

Once asleep John lay in bed with Mary, both were haunted by the death of their friend. Their family. If it wasn't for him they probably wouldn't be together. If it wasn't for him they may not have even been alive

"I'm sorry, John" Mary whispered hugging him

"Why was he such a dick?" John asked, half laughing, half crying

"Because you were his better half to Sherlock Holmes, Little Watson"

Authors note: I may have ruined the fanfic by the third or fourth chapter I don't know. But I did say the ending was sad and this is one of the routes I decided to take! I hope you enjoyed this fic... hope I didn't destroy your feels- haha!