A/N: Hello my darling readers! :D Oh my gosh! D: I feel so horrible for making you wait for so long! I promise I didn't forget about you or my story! D: Please don't hate me and I'm thinking about bringing John into this chapter. Anything in () is translated to English. I'm sorry if my spelling in French is off. :\ Also, I have an answer to your review

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Mary talked to Terre and Twilight and brought them to her home. But, one thing kept nagging at the corner of my mind. 'Why did Hamish run off after he found out that I was married to Sherlock?'

"Hey, David," I cautiously approached.

"Yeah?"

"Why did Hamish run?"

"Because… He doesn't… I don't really know."

My brow furrowed, "May I go talk to him? I might be able to get through to him."

He sighed, "Hamish… is special. He has had several role modles who had something happen to them. And apparently, Sherlock is his most recent one."

"What happened to all of the other ones?" I asked, genuinely concerned, yet curious.

"They either died or got sent to prison and I guess that he's looking for one that won't have either of those happen to. Especially the prison part."

I sat back in the chair and thought for a bit. My thoughts wondered freely over many things. Sherlock, Lestrade, John. John!

A smile broke across my face as I hurriedly got up and went looking for Hamish, ignoring David's confused protests. I ran through the halls calling his name but was stopped by Snow. Her red eyes sharply contrasting with her light skin and hair. She had on a white spaghetti strap dress that came down to her shins, and her hair came down the middle of her arm.

"Hi, you must be Snow," I said, trying to appear friendly to the girl.

"Comment tu t'appelle?" (What's your name?/ What do you call yourself?)

"What?" Sometimes Sherlock would speak to me in foreign languages, but I couldn't understand it very well.

"Comment tu t'appelle?" She repeated.

"Uh. Je m'appelle Molly," I answered, "Et toi?" (My name is Molly./ I call myself Molly. And you?)

"Je m'appelle Neige." (My name is Snow./ I call myself Snow.)

"Où est Hamish?" (Where is Hamish?)

"Il est là," she pointed to a nearby room. (He is there.)

"Merci beacuop." (Thank you very much.)

"De rein." (You're welcome.(It's the only way that I can remember how spell thank you in French. :\ Sorry.))

It was at one point painted a light blue, but now it was scraped and the paint was peeling. I knocked at his door and waited for a response.

"''Tis some midnight visitor,' I muttered, 'Tapping at my chamber door- only this and nothing more.' 'Other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me as my hopes have flown before.'"

"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore,'." I answered, subconsciously.

"I don't know who you are but, just go away!" He called out to me.

"Hamish, please let me in," I pushed, gently.

"Why should I?"

I tried the nob, but it was locked. I heard something scraping against the floor and it got closer to the door.

"Don't try to enter. But answer me, why should I let you in here?"

"You believe in Sherlock, right?" I asked him.

There was silence on the other side of the door.

I sighed but continued, "I know someone who believes in him everyday."

He scoffed, "Yeah? And who would- No, last time I asked that I was shocked about the answer."

"He's Doctor John Watson, his roommate."

"I doubt that he would come to visit me, an orphan," he muttered.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and chuckled softly, "I bet he would come. How about this, if I win, you come out."

"And if I win?" He challenged.

I thought about what I could do as a reward, "You pick. For an example, you could meet Sherlock."

"Alright, that is what I want if I win. I want to meet Sherlock," he called through the door.

I smiled and pulled out my phone and made a call to a close friend.

"Alright, you said that it was urgent, so what is it?" John asked, walking up to me.

"Well, I need you to talk to someone. Will you do that for me?"

"Yeah, who is it?" He asked, examining Hamish's door.

"It's an orphan. His name is Hamish," I answered.

"Is this where Mary got those two kids?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Yeah…"

"And what did you you say his name was?" His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Hamish."

"Is this his room?"

I nodded.

"Yeah… give me a sec," he knocked on the door, "Hamish, my name is Dr. John Hamish Watson. Please let me and Molly in."

There was a second of silence before the scraping sound started up again. But it was going away from the door. Hamish opened the door and looked at both of us.

"Let it never be said that I'm not a man of my word," he said, stepping aside to let us in.

A/N: Ta-da! :D I really hope you liked this. I've just been really busy lately, so… Hopefully more to come soon! Review and let me know what you think. I won't bite! Promise! :D