" Why is Mycroft here?" Sherlock grumbled to John as they were both in the kitchen.

" Well he's your brother, Hamish's uncle why shouldn't he be here?" John questioned.

" Yeah I know " Sherlock retorted.

" What is with you? I know you two were never the best of friends but is stupid. He knew you were alive the whole of the past 3 years. He saw how badly Hamish had taken your apparent death, but he never once told us. He could of told us and made our lives much easier. Hamish wouldn't have gone through all of this so badly. I wish he had told us, but he knew how much our safety mattered to you. So on't be going and hating him all that much you know." John said as finished making himself some tea " You have to get Hamish to have something still you know" He said hinting at the untouched shake.

" Yeah I know " Sherlock replied in a sigh as he leaned against the kitchen table.

Mycroft returned to the living room 5 minutes later " Well I guess I'll be off then, not point hanging around where I'm not wanted." He said glancing to Sherlock.

" You can stay you know " John quickly replied.

" No John it's fine John, I'd rather not have my brother giving me that look the whole time. I'll see you another time " He said picking up his umbrella and walking out of the flat.

" You two really do have some issues don't you " John commented. Sherlock didn't reply. " Can you go try again with Hamish please?" John asked.

" I only tried about an hour ago."

" You have to be very persistent. Sherlock you might think he looks fine and everything but he's really ill you said yourself he was released to my care. I don't know how you convinced them to let him come home, but now you have to sort it, so go" John said sending him on his way with the shake and tablets.

Sherlock walked towards Hamish's room. He was still sat on his bed drawing away " Mish? " he said walking into his bedroom slowly.

" No " Hamish said not even looking up from his sketchbook.

" Please Mish. You've got to have something." Sherlock asked a gentle tone to his voice

" No I don't. You can't make me! "

" Hamish I'm trying to be nice here. " Sherlock said his gentle tone soon fading.

" Yeah i know Dad. But I've coped with this for 2 and a half years, being nice isn't going to get me to have something. " Hamish said looking up at his Dad.

" I'm sorry Mish, you know I am. But I'm back, i just want my family back. I want a nice healthy son. Just a bit? Please? " He said quite begging.

" How many times do I have to tell you? No!" He shouted

" Hamish " Sherlock said.

" No! " He shouted " Just get out!" He demanded.

" Please Hamish " Sherlock begged.

" Get out! " He screamed! Sherlock did as he was told getting up sighing in resignation as he walked out of the door. Hamish slammed the door shut as soon as his Dad had left. Running back to his bed and sobbing into his pillow he pulled out a pair of scissors from his drawers and sliced them across his arm. He had done this before but it was about a year ago, John had thought the self harming was over.

" Well that went well " John said seeing Sherlock return to the living room.

" I don't understand why he's like this. You said it was because I wasn't here. But I'm back now. "

" Yeah well you've left a lot of damage. I told you earlier it isn't just going to e fixed like that ."

" I know, I know. But what do I do? He's not having anything. What do you do?" Sherlock asked.

" Sometimes I have to force him to have it. Mycroft sometimes helps. "

" You force him to eat? " Sherlock said quite shocked.

" What else am i supposed to do? I can't just sit here and watch him die Sherlock!" John said his voice slightly raised.

" I know John. "

" No you don't Sherlock. You have no idea, I've watched our son almost die three times! "

" John please " Sherlock said trying to calm John. John took a deep breath trying to calm himself, not wanting Hamish to hear them arguing " It's just hard. Come on we'll go in together " he said taking Sherlock's hand leading him to Hamish's room.

" Hamish " John said knocking on his door. Hamish looked to the door and quickly stashed the scissors back in the drawer and pulled his sleeve down laying back down with his face in the pillow. John opened the door walking in seeing his son upset, he let go of Sherlock's hand and went to sit on the side of the bed stroking his back. Sherlock went and sat on the opposite side following Johns lead.
" Hamish buddy, you've got to have something to eat." John said calmly to son still stroking his back. Hamish shook his head within his pillow " Please just something? I don't want you to have to go back to hospital again." Hamish moved slightly glancing at his Father.

Sherlock glanced down seeing some blood on the sheets he furrowed his eyebrows. He looked over his bedside drawer seeing it had been closed in a hurry and therefore not shut properly.
While John had Hamish's attention he pulled the drawer open slightly seeing a pair of blood stained scissors taking them out he looked to John. John glanced up at Sherlock his face dropping with a sigh. Hamish looked over at his Dad his head lowered burying back into the pillow. " Have you cut yourself Hamish?" John asked. Hamish didn't reply. " Hamish " John said again.

Sherlock obviously knew where it was " It's on your left arm isn't it?" He asked. Hamish still didn't reply. Sherlock pulled out Hamish's arm from under the pillow.

" No!" Hamish shouted trying to resist against his Dads grasp. John pulled up Hamish's sleeve to reveal three deep cuts across his arm

" Hamish i thought you were over this? " John asked quite disappointed.

" Well clearly not! Get off!" He shouted trying to pull his arm away. Sherlock let go ten seconds later, Hamish instantly throwing his face back into the pillow. John signaled him to the door and they both got up and walked out of Hamish's room.

" Why has he done that? You said he's done it before, why didn't you tell me? What are we going to do?" Sherlock asked, having so many questions he needed answering.

John sighed " I never told you as i thought it would just upset him even more. He did last year for a few months but he hasn't done it in over a year i thought he was over it. I stopped him having things like scissors in his bedroom though. "

" Yeah well clearly that failed." Sherlock quickly said.

" Don't you go blaming me for this! This is all since you left." John retorted.

" So what do we do? We can't just leave him like that. "

" I can fix it up here if he'll let me. So we don't have to go back to the hospital. "

" Will he let you?" Sherlock asked.

" Perhaps we'll have to see. " John answered.