Thoughts pressed at his head more than John wanted them too, he wanted to show Hadi that he stood firm by his belief that Sherlock had in no way shape of form left their son to the unable hands of Mycroft's less than desired embrace, but there it was. Evidence, splattered all over the walls in the form of pictures. All kinds of photographic evidence clearly displaying that Sherlock had betrayed John's trust and abandoned Andrew, even after John had made him swear to take care of Andrew.
And now even worse was that John had to betray Sherlock's trust to get Andrew home again, home to his Father and Mrs. Hudson. So yes, John would say that he blamed Sherlock now.
This was all Sherlock's fault and John was going to make sure he knew it.
Andrew leaned back into his perch, back brushing against the rough bark of the tree. Carter might of had something to do with the fact that he was in a tree, but that was left for debate. So, here he was, like a bird, up in a tree reading a book, because his was waiting for his Uncle to pick him up. Normally, Andrew spent time with Mr. Brook, but Carter the Imbecile had gotten to him before Andrew could get to Mr. Brook's room. Which was, of course, just a great fun time for them both. Carter got his entertainment from trying to catch Andrew and Andrew got no entertainment out it what so ever, but that didn't seem to matter.
So to cut a very long and very tiring story short, Andrew was in his tree enjoying how the sun warmed his face and the breeze seemed to dance through the leaves. Up there the thick London air seemed to thin and clean itself out. He stretched out on his thick branch, setting down his book to take a look around the school yard and red brick school building, he might save Carter the effort next time and climb up here himself. From his high position he could see Chloe walk towards him.
"Hello up there!" Chloe called to the bird boy without a nest, "What drove you to such high measure?" Andrew chuckled.
"I'll give you one guess." Chloe raised an eyebrow and nodded, thinking that she should have known better.
"Mr. Brooks is looking for you, by the way, he said that he wanted to make sure you were okay and wanted to know if you were going home soon." Andrew nodded and tossed his backpack onto the dirt surrounding the tree, Chloe grabbed it out of his way before he jumped out of the tree itself.
"Thanks. Shall we?" Andrew motioned towards the school and as soon as he was dusted off they were off.
"Mr. Watson-Holmes, I was wondering if I was going to see you today?" Mr. Brook sat at his desk with a pile of papers to his left that looked as thought they were in need of grading.
"Are you sure you have time for me today, Mr. Brook?" The teacher chuckled putting his pen down.
"For you, Andrew, I have all the time in the world. Thank you, Chloe, for getting him for me." Mr. Brook spared a glance for Chloe, but quickly returned his attention to Andrew, "That will be all."
"No problem, Mr. Brook, you guys have a nice chat." Chloe left, smiling at Andrew as she did, she knew how much he enjoyed talking to the English teacher and she was glad she could help.
"Andrew, how are you? Are you enjoying the time at your uncle's house?" Mr. Brook knit his fingers while the student across from him gave him a look, before chuckling and shaking his head.
"I'm fine, but my uncle's house couldn't get more boring unless he just didn't come home, oh wait, he doesn't." He leaned back in his desk looking out the window, almost as if his uncle could hear him from there.
"I was hoping that over time that would change, but I see that hasn't. Is there any chance that you will be going home soon?" The English teacher furled his brow in worry and concern for his lonesome student, "Can you take home a friend? I'm sure Chloe would love to meet your Father or your uncle, where ever you are staying."
Andrew looked at his hands, clasping them until they turned white. Just sitting in silence.
"Father and uncle say I can't come home until the media is done following him and camping outside Baker Street. They don't want me to be the focus, they don't want the paparazzi to know I exist. Safety, you know."
"I think the real harm here is you being alone at your uncle's house." Mr. Brook said seriously, resting his head gently on his fingers, "You could have gone to a friend's house or down stairs to your land lady's house? Anywhere, but your uncle's cold castle."
"I suppose, but my uncle has the best security there my Father knew I was safe." Andrew said determinedly, "It is hard, but the best part will be when this is over and I can see him again."
"I understand that, but the thing that confuses me is that," Mr. Brook stood up and started erasing the board, leaving Andrew hanging in suspense, "if your uncle is so good at security then couldn't he have made any house you went to as secure as his own?"
There was a honking outside dragging Andrew's attention away from the teacher at the board.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to go." Andrew was confused as he ran out the door to the cursed black car waiting for him, Chloe met him by the front door of the school
"Hey, you okay?" Her eyes crinkled in concern, "What's up?" Andrew kept walking determinedly towards the car, "Andrew, stop!" And he did. "What happened in there? Usually your talks with Mr. Brook go so well." Her brow furled as she tried to read his face, but he kept his emotions sealed away and face blank.
"It was fine, Chloe."
"You are lying to me, Andrew." He sighed looking at the car again gauging how much time until Anthea got out of the car to come retrieve him, like a handler, maybe Mr. Brooks was right.
"I know. I just don't want to talk about it. It's just that," He let out another sigh, "he said something and I don't know what to think about it." He let his head hang.
The car honked again this time the door opened and Anthea gracefully climbed out keeping her eyes on her phone, smirk on her lips.
"Mr. Brook said that my uncle could have sent me anywhere and made that safe I didn't have to be alone and miserable all this time." Andrew met Chloe's eyes for the first time during that conversation, "The worst thing is, I believe him. I shouldn't my Father wants what's best for me and I know that-"
There was a hand on his shoulder, Anthea's eyes were no longer on her phone.
"It's time to go, Mr. Watson-Holmes, your uncle is waiting on you in the car." Her voice wasn't harsh, but it wasn't exactly nice either.
"I'd rather walk thank you. Chloe and I are having a lovely conversation."
"I'm sorry, sir, that's not an option." Chloe fought down a giggle at "sir", "Let's go." Anthea started leading him towards the car, but after starting to talk to Chloe Andrew was hesitant to leave until the conversation was finished.
"Andrew!" The pair paused at the door of the car, "He's wrong! Don't believe him." Chloe smiled reassuringly, but she could see the doubt in his eyes planted there by Mr. Brook.
Andrew Watson-Holmes climbed into the back of the car across from his Uncle Mycroft and Uncle Greg, who were facing him.
"Hey, Drew, how was your day?" No need to say that it was Uncle Greg who was talking.
"Fine." Andrew kept to his side of the car, avoiding eye contact with his Uncle Mycroft.
"Who was your friend out there? She seemed nice." Uncle Greg smiled kindly as he tried to make conversation, but honestly he was done with talking today.
"I'd rather not say, I would hate for her family to be stalked." The Detective Inspector laughed.
Uncle Mycroft was taking after Anthea in that his eyes were glued to the lap top on his legs, eyes occasionally darting to to Uncle Greg, gross. Andre could read everything and was disturbed by what he found there, Uncle Greg could do better.
"Well, Andrew, we have a surprise for you," Greg smiled proudly leaning forward in his seat, "since the number of cameras following your Father have gone down you can go home!" Uncle Greg wore a big grin, as if he had just announced he had just won the lottery.
Andrew would have been wearing the same smile if he had been told this before his conversation with Mr. Brook, but now that there was that inkling of doubt wondering around up in his head he had to plaster some five watt smile to please Uncle Greg and throw in a crinkling around the eyes to fool Uncle Mycroft. One thing was for sure though, this smile was not genuine.
He was left with his thoughts festering, rage boiling, and his shame crippling his soul for days on end. He was asked question after question, but all they ever got were bitten off responses spat out of spite. Those were when the pictures were pulled out and posted on the cave wall to taunt John to what he couldn't change, couldn't help, there was nothing he could do from here, but every part of John wanted to help, reach out, to council Andrew. Anything.
John didn't know how long he was kept there with this hatred that once was love burning inside him.
But eventually Hadi Harun came back with no envelop, just an evil smirk on his lips.
"We have good news for you, Captain Watson-Holmes," Hadi came within range of John, but it hardly mattered since his hands were still tied to the arms of the chair, "You're going home."