" John I don't want to go! Why don't you have to? All those kids are toothless morons who can't tell a femur from a sternum!. I shouldn't have to sit with morons!" Hamish cried.
" Everyone goes to Kindergarten. Deal with it. Besides don't you want to learn about stars and ..." John said tiredly.
" stars are useless information that has to be destroyed. " Hame said mater-a-factly.
" Ugh do I have to call you Sherlock Jr. ?" He asked.
" Can you?!"
" I could always tutor him" Sherlock interrupted.
"Uh no." John replied.
" How was Kindergarten?" John asked.
" I wouldn't know I was moved to 2nd grade." Hame replied tersely.
John looked at him with aw. A five year old was in 2nd grade with 7 year olds. This was undoubtably Sherlock's son. Now on to more pressing maters.
" So it's your dad's birthday tomorrow. It's your job to convince him to let us have a party." John told him.
" ok, I can do it!" And the little boy raced to his fathers room.
Sherlock saw his room door open. His son rushed in and hugged his fathers leg. He felt a fatherly pride in his young son.
" Daddy! I'm in the second grade now. And I'm only 5" Hamish said proudly.
" Good job son!" Sherlock picked him up and hugged the little boy.
" Hey ya know how I hade a birthday a month ago?" Sherlock nodded." Well when's your birthday?"
" Why do you ask?" Sherlock questions.
"Why are you not answering the question? Taking on some stress. Haven't eaten in a while. Daddy!"
"Oh fine, it's tomorrow." He whispered.
" Daddy! We need to go out and get cake and see a movie and have a party with lots of presents and ..." Hame started to hyperventilate.
"Wait a minute, slow down. We aren't having a party. No one's having a party ok? Let's keep it quiet."
"No! We will have a party. It would make me really happy. Pleeeaaassseee!"
Then Hamish raced around yelling and throwing a fit. Until Sherlock gave up. "Fine!"
" yay! thank you daddy!"
John stepped in and Sherlock saw what his son had done. He started to fight when John pulled him out of his room, calling a cabbie. But soon the three boys were buying supplies for the party Sherlock only stopped when they tried to get him a present. He would not accept anything, he even told John to make sure the guest didn't bring any.
" So. Here's the list Lestrade, Molly, Mary, Harry, Mycroft," Sherlock sneered " yes, Mycroft and your parents..." John counted guest off on his fingers.
"No, not my parents. I'll accept Mycroft, but not them." Sherlock begged.
"Ok."
And even though this endeavor was for Sherlock, they had over ten toys when they got to the checkout. Sherlock would get Hamish just about anything since his father had kidnapped him. He had a soft spot for the boy, sadly, which meant that he could get hurt.
By the time they were home was already playing with a plush otter and hedgehog. He seemed to love those animals for some reason. Sherlock was deep in thought when it happened.
BANG! The car in front of them exploded. There cabbie swerved and hit a pole. Sherlock reached for his son, who was crying. When his hands touched Hame's arm he gave him to John. Then he crawled out of the wreckage. There In front of him were 8 built men. He saw one jump for him and he jumped out of the way. 5 others hit him and brought him down. Then the put a needle into his neck and he floated into sleep.
Mwah ha ha. Cliffhanger. Take that unaware readers! I hate cliffhangers when I read. Sorry bout that. Not really. I'll probably write the next chapter in the next two days. Until then suck it up! Review please!