Fandom- Sherlock, Characters- Sherlock. H, John. W, Hamish. W. H,
Song - Terrible Things Rating - K Chapter1- /NnPKBwO4-P8
"Dad tell me about you and father?" Hamish Watson-Holmes looked up at his dad with pleading eyes. John looked at his son and walked over to his chair and motioned for Hamish to sit with him. "Well Son By the time I was your age, I'd give anything To fall in love truly, was all I could think That's when I met your Father, the guy of my dreams
The most handsome man, that I'd ever seen and he said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing? I can't help but notice, you're staring at me. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe, I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with can do terrible things. Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink
And we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything Too young to notice, and too dumb to care Love was a story that couldn't compare. I said, "Boy, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I'm asking you, please. You know that I love you, will you marry me?"
Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things You'll learn, one day, I'll hope and I'll pray, That God shows you differently."
John looked at his son and thought ~God he looks just like you Sherlock~ "He said, "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks. Please, don't be sad now, I really believe, You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me." Slow, so slow I fell to the ground on my knees. I'll hope and I'll pray, That God shows you differently Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things"
When John was finished he hugged his son and wiped the tears from his eyes. He moved Hamish's face to look him in the eye. "Hey your father wanted to stay okay. He fought and fought but it just wasn't enough but know that he loved you so much and will always love you no matter what even though he is no longer with us."
Later that night once Hamish was in bed. John was looking at the chair opposite him with a skull on the cushion. "You'd loved him Sherlock. I fear he will be like you with that fantastic brain. When he grows into it i better watch out. Oh by the way when I see you next you owe me BIG time you high functioning sociopathic genius." John got up and turned out the lights as he left he whispered. "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing? I miss you ,love."
"Good Night Sherlock"
