Chapter 6
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"So, the separation, do you remember, Rose and Hamish?" Moriarty teased.
"Yes." Hamish said through gritted teeth.
"Ah! Good! What happened after?" Moriarty asked.
The family stayed silent.
"Surely, Mycroft or Harry, you remember? What were your little brothers like?" Moriarty asked and leaned forward.
"Why won't you tell me? It doesn't matter either way. Shall we watch them? I think we should." Moriarty said with a grin.
"No, please, I can't go through it again..." Rose said with tears in her grey eyes. Hamish took her hand and held it.
"What happened?" John asked.
Rose just shook her head and Hamish looked down.
Moriarty laughed and the screen played a recording.
A 5 year old Sherlock lay on his side on a sofa and had tears streaming down his face.
Hamish knelt before him and sat Sherlock up. Sherlock made no response. Hamish held a glass to Sherlock's lips but Sherlock made no response again.
"Come on, you need to have a drink, Sherlock. Please." Hamish said.
Sherlock again just stared.
"John would have wanted you to drink. Remember, he would tell you that if you want to grow up to be strong then you have to drink and eat good stuff." Hamish said.
John's name made Sherlock look at the drink and he slowly let his dad help him drink.
When he was finished Hamish put the cup on the floor and sat on the sofa, moving Sherlock so his son sat cradled on his lap.
"Dad?" Sherlock whispered.
"Yes, Sherlock?" Hamish looked down at Sherlock.
"I want my John. Please..." Sherlock said and then began sobbing. Hamish pulled his son against him and rubbed his back.
"I'm sorry, son, but it's going to be alright. Me and Mycroft will look after you, I promise." Hamish said soothingly.
"I want... John!" Sherlock said loudly.
The screen changed to a recording of John who sat on his mother's lap, the same age as Sherlock, and he was also crying silently.
"Please, please, I want my Sherlock back right now, please, mummy..." John said over again. Rose just sat silently and held her son.
"Do you want to try and eat something now?" Rose asked gently.
John didn't respond, Rose stood up and had John still in her arms. She went to the kitchen and got a biscuit from the cupboard and held it to John's mouth. John didn't even acknowledge that it was there.
Rose sighed "John... you need to eat something, sweetheart. Sherlock liked biscuits, do you remember that?" Rose asked.
New tears fell down John's face but he ate the food slowly anyway.
"I wish it hadn't happened." John said.
Moriarty reappeared.
"How long did it take you to forget each other?" he said and the screen changed to an eight year old John who sat next to his mum on a sofa reading a book.
"What are you reading there, sweetheart?" she asked.
"It's about these twins who get in trouble a lot." John said.
"Ah, that reminds me of twins that I know." Rose said, tucking a loose lock of John's blonde hair behind his ear.
"Who? We don't know any twins do we? I think it would be fun to have a twin. Why can't I have a twin?" John asked.
"Erm, you've got Harry." Rose said shakily.
"She doesn't like me very much. It's boring having only her. I want more brothers and sisters!" John demanded.
"Sorry, darling. Not going to happen." Rose smiled and quickly left.
She sat down on the stairs and then began to cry.
John appeared at the doorway.
"Did I say something wrong?" the boy asked nervously. "You don't have to get me any more brothers or sisters." John said.
"No, it's okay... I just, I'm sorry you don't have a twin." Rose settles for saying that.
"That's okay. It isn't your fault." John said.
Rose smiled and wiped her eyes.
The screen changed to a 9 year old Sherlock who sat next to his dad and seemed to be in deep thought.
"What are you thinking about, monkey?" Hamish teased.
Sherlock looked up "Oh, erm... I feel like I've forgotten something. And it is important, but I can't remember." Sherlock said.
"Anything I can do to help?" Hamish asked.
"No, I think it is forgotten forever." Sherlock admitted.
"Nothing is ever forgotten, well not completely. It will be there, when you need to remember." Hamish smiled and ruffled his son's hair.
Sherlock smiled and then said "Oh no, I left my violin by my chemicals!" and ran off. Hamish chuckled.
The screen reverted back to Moriarty. "So sad, do you remember now?" Moriarty said.
"No." Sherlock and John said.
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