Later that night at the hospital, John was all bandaged up. He had to stay in the hospital for a day or so but not too bad considering he had been shot in the head, he mainly needed stitches, it wasn't too serious. He had a bad concussion and they mainly wanted to keep an eye on him.
In the hospital bed next to John, was Hamish. He had a few places that needed stitches but other than that he was dehydrated. He would be aloud out the same day as John. They wanted to watch them both for any signs of shock. Hamish was fast asleep and had his teddy bear tucked under his arm, things turned out better than Sherlock had hoped.
Sherlock Holmes sat still as a statue in the chair between the two beds. His boys were safe. Moriarty was in jail …for now at least. He banished Jim from his mind at the moment; he glanced from left to right at the two sleeping men.
He smiled and laid his head back and fell asleep.
A few hours later Sherlock woke up, his neck and back were stiff from sleeping in a chair, made from what he guessed was rock.
He stood up and stretched his lanky body. Both John and Hamish were asleep still; he smiled and decided to go stretch his legs. He stepped out of the hospital room and nodded to the two cops guarding the door.
Sherlock pulled out his phone and dialed his brother. He answered on the first ring.
"Hello, brother." Mycroft answered
"Are you planning on visiting your nephew this century? I thought you would at least call."
"Sherlock, turn around would you?"
Sherlock turned to see Mycroft leaning casually leaning on his umbrella. He held a gift bag in the other hand.
"Did you think I was that cold?" he smirked and even Sherlock had to smile.
"Thank you." Sherlock said, he furrowed his brow, hearing those odd, rare words escape his mouth. (especially when directed at his older brother.)
"How are they?"
"They are wonderful….they are both fine. They will be out in a tomorrow hopefully but for being beaten by a criminal and shot in the head…they are alive and safe." The Holmes brothers smiled at each other.
"SHERLOCK!" A frantic woman's voice screamed through the hospital hall. Mycroft and Sherlock turned to see a very frantic Mrs. Hudson running towards them.
"How are they? Where is Hamish? Where is John? How bad is it? Is that son of a bitch dead?"
"Mrs. Hudson! Calm down! Where have you been?
"I told you at breakfast when I brought you tea I was going to a friends for the week. Molly called me! Molly Hooper! Not your brother and not you thought to alert me that Hamish had been kidnapped! Or that John had been shot!"
Mrs. Hudson started smacking Sherlock with her hand bag, and shouting at him.
Mycroft just stood back and fought to keep a smile off his face.
Managing to confiscate the hand bag from the old lady he held it to his side.
"Mrs. Hudson please!" he laughed, "I apologize! But I was a little busy earlier! They are both safe and doing just fine."
Sherlock pulled the woman to him and crushed her in a hug. Sherlock and Mycroft's parents would be down in two days to visit them but at the moment, as much as Sherlock hated to admit it, he needed someone motherly to tell him that it was okay now. Mrs. Hudson did just that.
Even though Sherlock would never admit it, Mrs. Hudson kept Sherlock in line and acted as a mother. Which meant, right now, she knew exactly what Sherlock needed to hear.
"You saved your boys; they are safe and sound now." She patted his back, "good job, Sherlock Holmes."
He smiled and pulled back. "Want to go see the patients, then?"
Sherlock lead them into the room and they quietly walked in. Sherlock offered Mrs. Hudson the chair between the beds and she sat quietly and looked at John. Mother to this poor boy too, she smoothed his hair and patted his hand. Turning to Hamish she held back a sob seeing the bruises. She held the sleeping boys hand and smiled and began to hum a lullaby quietly so that only she could hear it, mainly to calm herself.
Mycroft stood like a statue, looking at his nephew. The feelings that had been whirling in his chest didn't make sense to him. He knew he loved the child, of course he did! Would he ever show it? Most certainly not! But right now, in this room, with no camera and no outsiders, Mycroft let the emotions show. He swallowed a lump and looked at his baby brother.
"You understand I do care right?"
"Y-yes." Sherlock said uncomfortably.
"I just can't show it…for the very reason we are in this hospital, because people use the people we love against us."
Sherlock just nodded.
"I love Hamish more than I know how to show, I tell you this now so you may tell him, but I will not be a reason this boy ever gets hurt. I hope he doesn't think I hate him. I am distant because I care."
Sherlock actually smiled which slightly annoyed Mycroft.
"And you're smiling because?"
"Is that why you kept me locked out…"
Mycroft BLUSHED!
"Right well I must be off! Give these to Hamish and John would you?", Mycroft practically shoved the gift bag into Sherlock and turned to leave fast. Before leaving he nodded to Mrs. Hudson and at his brother and then hurriedly walked away.
Smiling to himself he opened the bag to set the gifts on each of their tables amongst the multitude of flowers and cards the police officers had dropped off.
Sherlock set a box of candy on John's table and a toy car on Hamish's. Not exactly personal but, I guess it was the thought that counts.
Alright guys I'm updating this chapter because I am leaving for the weekend so you get two chapters today! And I am sad to say after this, only two more chapters of Mish and Moriarty . ;( I know I am heartbroken also! SO review and tell me if you enjoyed! The story will conclude Monday. Ugh I hate Mondays . I don't want to say goodbye! In the words of the 10th Doctor. "I don't want to go."