The choice of Hamish Holmes

by Saphired

16 years ago, when working on a case, Sherlock and John had to protect a baby. When the case ended and the family were all killed, they decided to adopt the baby and he was named Hamish Holmes. He is now troubled with bullies and he is having a hard time at school.

2. Chapter 2

"There is nothing wrong. Leave me alone, will you?" Hamish said with a voice that came out much weaker than he was expecting it to.

"Hamish," John said quietly, interrupting Sherlock who was planning to do his usual observing to make Hamish tell the truth. "There is something that's bothering you. We just want to help." John's worried look was more than Hamish could handle. He couldn't stand being a bother to his parents.

He turned around and ran down the stairs and out the door of 221b, hoping that he would be left alone for now. As he ran, tears started dripping down his rather pale face and all the sadness he had been holding on to so hard, were all unleashed at once. He nevertheless continued to run and when he finally stopped, he came to the conclusion that if it weren't for the case he had been helping his detective father with last month in the same area, he would probably be lost.

Hamish took a quick look around. It was already starting to get dark outside and the air didn't feel so warm anymore. Why did he run to this place in the first place? It was like his self-consciousness took him there. He sighed quietly and dried the tears with the back of his hand. He tried to keep calm. Something was definitely wrong. He had never lost control over himself like now. He couldn't control his emotions at all and it frightened him. It felt like a loss against who he was.

The area was bothered with a rather high amount of crime and Sherlock had as Hamish had experienced many times before, many enemies and for all he knew, some of them could take advantage of the unpleasant situation to get hold of one of Sherlock's few weaknesses. From early age Hamish was taught self-defense and a plurality of escaping techniques, but at this moment he was so tired and confused that he wouldn't last a second against his father's enemies. He sat down at an old wooden bench nearby and dug his face in his hands; trying to stop the tears that ran down his cheeks. "Okay, I'm probably affected by some drugs." He said loud to himself with a trembling voice hoping he would be able to believe his own words. Yes that must have been it. It was no way someone like him could give in to this kind of emotions. He put his arms around his knees and tried to keep the cold air out.

A single voice suddenly broke the silence and for a slight second Hamish almost stopped breathing.

"I found you at last, Hamish"