A/N: A huge thank you to Supernatural Doctor Sherlock. You got me past the writer's block, and I hope this chapter makes up for the huge wait. Disclaimer: I will probably never own Sherlock, or Doctor Who, or anything else.
One day after school had begun, the Holmes family got terrible news. Well, most people would consider it terrible. Mycroft, Sherlock, and their mum barely reacted. Dave Holmes had been on the train coming back from London, and the train had a small explosion near the engine. Miraculously, only 7 people had been hospitalized, and only 3 were dead; the engineer, a police man named Tobias Gregson, and Dave Holmes, a big name in the Tesco stores.
Most families would be devastated. They would stay out of school for a few weeks, or at the very least a couple of days. Sherlock went to school the day it happened (it had happened at around 4 in the morning). Only a few people,like John and Greg, had heard about it. They tried to talk to Sherlock, tell him how sorry they were, but Sherlock ignored them. He felt happy-no, not happy. Elated. He was glad that Dave was out of his life. Ever since the reunion, Dave had criticized Sherlock at every turn, telling him that he wasn't good enough, that he couldn't ever be a "proper Holmes". He was too emotional, too focused on life rather than work. Sherlock was done with it. He felt slightly bad, but only because he could never show his father the progress he'd made. He didn't even regret that he never got to say goodbye.
Dave Holmes was buried on the 21st of September. His two sons wore suits and stood there, stoic. Emma, his wife, stood and showed almost no emotion on her face, save a single tear leaking down the left side of her face. A few people from the company showed up, but not many. The few that did gave their condolences to Sherlock, Mycroft, and their now-widowed mother.
Usually after the death of a close family member, neighbors do something nice, like give a casserole to the family left behind. Nobody showed up at the large house with "Holmes" on the mailbox. Only the maid gave them a gift, a small dish of lasagna.
Emma Holmes decided that she could not live in such a large house with just her and Sherlock. She didn't like wasting space, and two people where there used to be four was certainly a waste of space. So she packed up the house and looked for a new home.
By now Sherlock was eight years old. He had two twelve year old friends and a whole lot of enemies. People didn't like that he could tell them their whole life story. So rather than make friends with people, Sherlock made enemies. Of course, once his mother found a flat in London, that all changed.
A/N: Please review, whether you liked it or not! I could always use a little criticism. Hopefully the next chapter will be up by Saturday (it's currently Tuesday morning here). Thanks for reading!