Hello everyone, today is going be a doozy. Today your gonna get two fics in one story line. Exciting right, I hope this turns out the way I want it to. Also before we begin I want to thank each and everyone of you for reading and reviewing and doing the things that make my writer world go round. So please continue to read and ENJOY

When your a father to a young person you can go down a few paths. You could be loving and caring. You could be strict and stern. You could even straddle the line between the two extremes and take the middle road. One thing is for sure, whatever you do will impact your children for the rest of their lives. You could totally screw up and raise drug addicts, or make all the right choices and raise Harvard professors. That's not always the case though, sometimes people do what they want. Even if you do everything perfectly it isn't for sure whether your child will be ok. You just have to hope that you've done something right to keep them on the right path. However you choose to raise you children is up to you. You could even make the choice to be a distant father and have your children make their own choices every step of the way. Just remember though when you making this choice that whatever you do will impact your children

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"F-father" spoke a tiny voice from behind a mighty mahogany door. The man sitting at his desk simply ignored him
"F-father" the voice spoke again when it heard no answer.
"F-father" it asked again, much to the man's annoyance.
"Come in" the man said reluctantly. Slowly the door creaked open and a inky mop top of curls poked itself inside the room.
"Um F-father I w-was w-wondering I-if you cou-could come to-" spoke the tiny Sherlock. The man slammed his ands down on his desk.
"Damn it boy will you come out from behind that door" he said. Sherlock flinched when his hands hit the desk, but he did as he was told.
"Yes F-father" Sherlock said quietly. Sherlock walked in front of his father's massive desk and his father rolled his wheelchair out from behind it. He rolled himself until he was a good two feet in front of his younger son.
"Now boy, what was it that you where going to ask me" he asked in his firm British voice. Sherlock looked down at his feet and shuffled around for a few seconds.
"Eh hem" his father grumbled. Sherlock lifted his head, stood up strait, and folded his hands behind his back like he had always be taught.
I-I wa-s won-wondering if-f y-ou cou-could come to m-my vi-violin reci-re-recital nex-next Wednesda-day" Sherlock stuttered through his question. Thaddeus just stared at the boy and after a few minutes he spoke.
"Why would I go to your recital when I have much more important business to attend to" he asked the boy. Sherlock didn't have an answer for him, but he came up with one quickly.
"Be-because I'm you-your s-son and y-you mi-might wa-want to se-see me per-perform" he stuttered through his prepared speech he had thought of in his room. Thaddeus sighed. He rolled himself away from he son and back to his position behind his desk. He picked up his nearby pen and started to write something on a piece of paper.
"Sherlock, there are a few simple things I love in this world. The law, a good glass of brandy, and my pain medication" he began.
"Wha-what ab-about mum-mummy, and Mycroft, and m-"Sherlock started to say but his father ignored him and continued on.
"On that list of things that I love did you hear children's violin recital" he asked. Sherlock shook his head no.
"Precisely, but since I am a kind and generous man I will strike a deal with you. I will go to your performance if you would do something" he said to his son.
"Wha-what do-do I ha-have to-to-to do" Sherlock asked. Thaddeus stopped writing and set his pen down. He slammed his hands on his desk and Sherlock almost jumped ten feet.
"STOP THE DAMN STUTTERING, for god's sake it's embarrassing to have a son who stutters like their mentally retarded" Thaddeus said strongly. Sherlock was almost shaking.
"Bu-but Fa-father I can-can't" Sherlock answered him. Thaddeus clenched his teeth.
"Stop stuttering or I will never go to anything you ask me to go to again" he demanded. Sherlock nodded his head. Thaddeus handed Sherlock the piece of paper he had been writing. Sherlock moved forward and collected it.
"I want you to recite the 39th clause of the Magna Carta" Thaddeus announced. Sherlock looked at the paper like it was going to be his undoing, but he was a Holmes. Holmes men never failed at anything. Sherlock took a deep breath and straightened himself again.
" No free...man...shall be seized...or imprisoned...or stripped of his...rights or possessions, or outlawed... or exiled, or deprived of his standing in... any other...way, nor will we proceed...with...force against him, or...send others to do...so, except by the...lawful judgement of his...equals or by...the law of the..." Sherlock mumbled through being extra careful
"La-land" he stuttered as he said the last word. Sherlock felt tears welling up in his eyes, he had been so close. Thaddeus shook his head.
"You've disappointed me Sherlock, you have no heart you know. Sons with hearts don't disappoint their fathers" Thaddeus said. Sherlock felt tears roll down his cheek and he quickly wiped them away.
"Are you crying my boy, Holmes men do not cry...I suppose this means you aren't truly a Holmes. I should have seen the signs, your silly, dull, demanding, you have that god awful stutter. I can't possibly believe that you are mine, so I know that you aren't" Thaddeus said to the 7 year old. Sherlock dried his tears fast.
"Leave me" Thaddeus said as he waved his son away. Sherlock bowed slightly and left as quick as he could. He ran up the stairs and he started crying again as soon as he was out of his father's ear shot. He ran past Mycroft's room and slammed the door on his own. He crawled into bed and cried into his pillow. A few minutes later he heard a knock on the door.
"Le-leave me alo-alone" he yelled through his sobs.
"But it's me Sherly" said the voice from the other side of the door.
"G-go away" Sherlock yelled again. Sherlock didn't hear anything and assumed he had been left alone. He was wrong for moments later the door opened and closed. Sherlock turned his head to look at his visitor. He had on his school uniform with his fancy pressed jacket and his ginger hair had a small twist in the front.
"Sherly you can't just run down the hails crying, Father doesn't like it when you do that" Mycroft said calmly. Sherlock just buried himself back into his pillow and sobbed some more. A few moments later he felt the edge of his bed sink and two arms wrapped around him.
"He-he-he said is wa-was du-du-dull and tha-that I was-wasn't a Hol-Holmes cuz I stu-stut-stutter" Sherlock managed to get out. The grip around him tightened and Mycroft was quietly shushing him.
"You know you can't stutter in front of Father, he doesn't like it" Mycroft said quietly as he smoothed Sherlock's hair down. Sherlock started to wipe his eyes and sit up which Mycroft let him do. Sherlock grabbed his brother into a bone crushing hug and Mycroft returned it.
"He t-old me I di-didn't ha-have a h-heart" Sherlock recounted to his brother. Mycroft rested his head on his brother's and bit his lip to stop from crying as well.
"Trust me Sherlock, you've got a heart" Mycroft told him.
"You just have to stop stuttering, right now. This is the fourth time this year and it's only February" Mycroft told him.
"F-father li-likes y-you, wh-why don-don't y-you, as-ask hi-him if h-he'd st-stop" asked Sherlock. Mycroft couldn't help it as a few tears slid their ways own his face.
"If only it where that easy Sherlock, I would do anything to make him stop treating you this way, but I can't" Mycroft told him. Mycroft didn't know why his father treated Sherlock the way he did. Mycroft remembers times before Sherlock. They would read Shakespeare to each other and they would watch that American program C-span to laugh at it. When Sherlock arrive everything changed. He spent most of his time in his office and he treated Sherlock awfully. He wasn't that way with Mycroft, but thank god for mummy. She cared about Sherlock even if Father didn't.
"Te-teach me no-not to st-stut-stutter" Sherlock asked. Mycroft released his brother. He held him far enough away to look into his eyes. He looked like Mummy. Black curly hair, those eyes you couldn't quite put a name to, and that stutter. Mummy had once told Mycroft that she had a stutter, but her parents made sure she dropped that habit fast. You can't find a rich husband for a girl that stutters.
"I'll try Sherlock" Mycroft told him. Sherlock nodded. Mycroft lowered his hands into his lap and he relaxed Sherlock a bit
"Close your eyes" Mycroft asked him. Sherlock did as he was told and closed his eyes.
"Now I want you to use your mind palace and go back to the first time you remember stuttering" Mycroft asked him. Sherlock's face filled with strain trying to remember, but eventually he got there
"Now relive that moment and tell me what made you start to stutter" Mycroft said.
"I wa-was... t-two...an-and F-ather had ju-just co-come h-home fr-from w-work..."

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"Agatha is dinner prepared" Thaddeus asked as his came through the oak door into the sitting room. Agatha looked up from her book and look at her husband.
"The maid said it would be ready in about 45 minutes Thadd" she said. Agatha went back to reading her hardback book, it was a serious biography on the cultures who had invented the abacus. Thaddeus shook his head is disappointment.
"Agatha you are a Holmes lady, you shouldn't stoop so low as to call me horrendous 'nicknames' my name is Thaddeus and that is what you should call me. That or husband what ever suits you better" he told her. Agatha took a deep breath and nodded her head.
"Yes Thaddeus" she said as she went back to reading her book. Thaddeus took a look at her literature and snorted.
"Agatha, I can clearly see the book cover you've placed over that novel. Your not reading about the abacus, your reading a mystery novel again. I told you a long time ago that you should stop filling your head with such nonsense" he said it her. Agatha closed her mystery novel and put it on the side table next to her. To avoid a stern talking to she went over to her nearby son, Sherlock, to play with him.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy" the little boy said. Agatha smiled and picked him up. Sherlock nuzzled into her neck and Agatha heard a snort of derision coming from her husband.
"You baby that boy to much Agatha, you need to stop and let a man teach him his place" Thaddeus suggested. Agatha turned around and rolled her eyes at her husband.
"Thaddeus he's two years old, can you stop trying to mold him into a Holmes for just five seconds to let him be a boy" she asked.
"Do you think my parents let me be 'just a boy', do you think my grand parents let my father be 'just a boy' " he asked.
"No I suppose not, but this is the eighties things are different" she told him. Thaddeus didn't like her answer.
"For the Holmes men the 1980's are no different from the 1880's, now let me see him" Thaddeus asked her. Agatha reluctantly let go of her son and handed him to his father. Thaddeus immediately set the boy down and got into his face.
"Listen to me Sherlock, you are a Holmes male and I expect certain things for you. Number 1. NO weaknesses, we are NOT a weak family. Number 2. NEVER disappoint me EVER. Number 3. If you ever so much as THINK ABOUT NOT LIVIGN UP TO YOUR BIRTH GIVI-" Thaddeus yelled into his face, until Agatha snatched her baby away.
"Agatha PUT him down, he needs to be taught some lessons" Thaddeus said to her.
"WE'LL YOU DONT HAVE TO YELL AT THE BOY" Agatha yelled at him as she covered Sherlock's ears.
"Your going to baby him so much he'll be living off of us and doing drugs for the rest of his life" Thaddeus told her sternly.
"I only baby him because he is a baby, you can't ruin him yet, you got to Mykie but you WILL not ruin Sherly" she told him. She looked down at her youngest son and he was staring at his father. Agatha quickly got the out of the room. She walked down the hall, up the stairs, and knocked on her elders son's door.
"Mycroft open up" she asked.
"Yes mummy" Mycroft said as he opened the door. Suddenly Mycroft's arms where full of Sherlock and his mother was gone.
"My-Mycroft" Sherlock said as he straddled Mycroft's hip

"D-do y-you re-remem- remember tha-that My-Mykie" Sherlock asked with his eyes closed shut.
"Yes I do Sherly, but listen I need you to erase that memory" Mycroft told him in a calm voice.
"B-but My, I'v-I've ne-never er-erased som-someth-something befo-before" Sherlock said.
"I know but you have to try Sherlock, try for me please" Mycroft said. Sherlcok shut his eyes even tighter and you could almost see smoke coming out of his ears. Then suddenly nothing, Sherlcok eased up and he seemed calm.
"Sherlock" Mycroft asked warily. Sherlock could have just deleted his entire life.
"Yes Mykie" Sherlock answered back. Mycroft heart skipped a beat, but he needed to make sure.
"Sherlock recite Shakespeare's To Be or Not To Be speech" he asked. Sherlock sighed in annoyance.
"To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd." Sherlock recited without so much as missing a beat.
"You did it Sherlock" Mycroft said as he hugged his brother close and Sherlock returned the hug.
"Now recite every king and queen since William the 1st" he asked.
"Myyyyy"

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"Da-dad" said a small voice from the other side of the thin door. The man sitting in the room immediately walked over to the door and opened it.
"Da-dad" said the little person once he had been revealed. The man squatted down so he was at the boy's eye level.
I-I ha-have a ques-que-question to-to-to a-ask" the little boy said. The man tilted his head to the side slightly and he stood up.
"Here come over and sit in this chair" he told his son. The little boy bounded to his father's chair and he climbed in. Once the little boy was settled his father sat on the floor in front of the chair.
"Now tell me what your question is" the man asked.
"We-well to-today m-me an-and mum-mum-mummy wen-went to-to th-the pa-par-park an-and mum-mum-mummy go-got m-m-mugged" he said. The man shook his head, she had indeed been mugged. He was in the process of finding the scum bag now.
"Yes I know mummy got mugged, but what is your question" he asked.
"Ev-ever sin-since th-then I-I-I ca-can't st-stop st-st-st-stut-"
"You can't stop stuttering" the man finished for the boy. The boy nodded his head. The man smiled at his son and out his big hand over the boy's small ones.
"Your in luck I know exactly why your stuttering and how to fix it" the man said to his son. The boy instantly perked up and smiled.
"I used to have a stutter as well" he told him.
"Re-really" the boy asked. The man nodded his head.
"Yes, but I had it for a long time" he said.
"Th-that's ba-bad" the boy said. The man nodded remembering how people, or a certain person felt about his stutter and how they where not even slightly pleased that he had gotten rid of it.
"Ok the reason you are stuttering is because you have experienced something traumatic and it's effecting your speech. All you have to do is use you mind palace to go and delete the traumatic experience" the man said.
"B-but mum-mum-mummy s-said I-I'm no-not sup-supposed to learn how to delete things yet" the little boy reminded his father. His dad flashed a real, true smile back at him.
" I don't think your mummy would mind if you forget this, ok" he said. The boy nodded his head cautiously. The dad gently pulled his son of the chair and stood him up in front of him.
"Ok now listen to me carefully" he told the boy.
"Close your eyes" he said softly. The boy shuts his eyes and relaxed a bit.
"Ok now I want you to use your mind palace to find the memory of the mugging" he told him. The boy's face scrunched up and it was almost comical to him.
"Ok now I want you to take that memory and just...toss it away" he said.
"B-b-but da-da" the boy started but his dad shushed him.
"Don't think about it just do it" he told him again. The boy sighed and tried again. After a few moments the boy's face noticeably relaxed and his eyes popped open.
"Hey buddy what did you and mummy do today" he asked immediately. The boy tilted his head.
"We just went to the park daddy, nothing special" the boy told him. The father almost was in tears of relief, but he held them back. He did pull his son into a big, warm, safe hug. He felt his son's arms wrap around his neck pulling them closer.
"I love you daddy" he said. A tear slid down is cheek.
"I love you to Wellie"

That was this story...indeed. I have this ideas that Father Holmes was a great man and he was well liked by his family, friends, wife, and Mycroft, but he was a d**k to Sherlock. Sherlock won't say that these things happened because he still believes his father was a better man than he will ever hope to be, messed up right. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING