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Fathers Day
"Happy Fathers' Day! Hamish squealed with excitement. He had so much planned for today. But out of all the things he was to do, he wanted to believe that making his dads' breakfast would be the most fun. This coffee is... Delicious" whimpered Sherlock as he gulped down the sickly sweet concoction his son had made for him. John smiled a little smile, knowing that Sherlock was trying his hardest to be what the modern society considered ' Normal'. Hamish went to John and hugged him around the waist tightly. He then went to hug his father. This would be one day none of them would forget. Alex was just waking up when he heard shouting coming from his parents room. I dont care! I dont want him here anymore! Well its not your choice! Well see about that Alex heard the front door close, and heard footsteps approaching his bedroom. Before the door could be opened, Alex quickly lay down and pretended to still be asleep. Alex Alex, wake up whispered Sebastian very lightly. He shook his sons shoulder ever so gently as Alexs eyes fluttered open. Jim is going away for a bit. He just needs some time alone But its fathers day! I even made him a present With that, Alex leant over the side of the bed and pulled out a little shoebox. He removed the lid to reveal a small album, which when opened, was filled with pictures of Alex and his fathers. Sebastian looked at each picture carefully, trying not to let his emotions show. He placed the pictures back in the box and handed it to Alex. Im not going to leave any time soon Hamish skipped ahead of his fathers down Baker Street towards the Museum. Hamish knew his dads loved it there. John loved it for the culture, and Sherlock loved it because he would always correct inaccuracies. The little boy skipped further and further in front of his parents. He told them he would wait for them at the museum. The two men walked side by side down the streets, John smiling as he remembered every memory he had spent with Hamish. Taking him to his first day of school, teaching him how to act like other kids. Maybe not the last one, but John did enjoy every moment he had spent with Hamish. When they arrived at the Museum, Sherlock and John saw Hamish sitting with a little blond haired boy. He couldnt have been much older than Hamish, and was

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slouched over. John Immediately looked at Sherlock and ran over to the two young children. Once his father had left the room, Alex got dressed silently and packed his bag. He had saved all his pocket money for a moment like this. He was going to run away. He knew it was his fault his dad left. He knew there was only one way to make it better. He snuck past his father, and closed the door behind him. He didnt know where he would go, but he had an idea. Alex remembered that when he was younger, he and Jim had gone to the museum, and they both loved it. Alex walked slowly, reminiscing of the times he had had fun with his father. When he reached the museum, he sat outside on a bench, and began to cry. After a few minutes of crying, a small hand fell upon his shoulder. Alex, are you okay? It was Hamish Watson Holmes. He was in Alexs class at school, and they were only each others friend. Alex wiped his eyes and looked at Hamish. He was smiling softly, and was eager to help him. Alex was about to begin talking when Hamishs fathers appeared behind him. Alex recoiled and tried to slowly edge away from the Tall, lanky man he had heard so much about from his fathers. Sherlock stared at the young boy, knowing who he belonged to. Sherlock was always cautious around anyone related to Moriarty. Even if he wasnt his direct son, He was still part of Moriarty. The boy seemed to quiver with every glance delivered by Sherlock. John on the other hand, knelt on the ground in front of Hamish and Alex, and looked at the blond boys teary eyes. Alex looked at John, but made no attempt to acknowledge Sherlock any more than he already had. Alex, is it? Alex nodded. Why are you crying? Shouldnt you be spending time with your father? Alexs eyes seemed to suddenly flood with tears. He remembered the conversation from this morning, and how James thought Alex had ruined everything. Its okay, Alex, said Hamish as he put a tiny arm around his shoulder. We can help you, wont we dad John nodded and turned to Sherlock. Sherlock replied with a look of Do we really have to? before nodding to Hamish and sitting beside him. When he was ready, Alex told them everything about what his father had said. At the end, Johns mouth was agape with shock. Even Moriarty couldnt be that cruel. Hamish looked at John, eyes begging to help Alex. John simply stood up, straightened his jacket, and took both boys into the museum.

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WHERE HAS THE LITTLE BRAT GOTTEN TO? wailed Jim when he returned to the apartment. I dont know. He must have heard you this morning Good! Sebastian raised his arm, and was about to bring it to Jims face, when there was a knock at the door. Dont you ever say anything like that about my son again. EVER, said Sebastian before walking over to the door. Jim let go of a breath he wasnt aware he was holding. When Sebastian opened the door, He was greeted with the face of Sherlock, John, and their son Hamish. But there was someone else. A small blond haired boy stood behind John, grasping the bottom of his coat. Alex? Is that you? Sebastian whispered. Alex shot out from behind John and leapt into his fathers arms. He was greeted with hugs and kisses, for his father had thought he would never see his son again. Alex told us everything Sebastian. About James, said John with a stern look. Sebastian glared at him, until Sherlock stood in front of him. I believe you should keep a closer eye on your offspring, and make sure he does not run off again, said Sherlock as he nodded towards Jim who had just entered sight. Jim saw Sherlock standing in the door way, and immediately walked over. You better leave right now Sherly. Dont want to get burnt whispered Jim, before looking in Sherlocks eyes, trying to send a shot of fear in to his spine. Sherlock simply looked at John, and then took him and Hamish away from the door. Just before they left, John whispered to Sebastian: If he gets too much, you can drop Alex at ours. 221b Baker Street. Sebastian nodded and closed the door. Before he knew what was happening, Alex was snatched by Jim, and taken to his room. WHY DID YOU GO TO THEM?! WHY THEM? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE HAVE DONE TO US? Screamed Jim at Alex. Before Sebastian realised what was going on, James shut the door and locked it, keeping Sebastian away from protecting his son. I didnt! I went to the museum and they were there I swear! YOU LIE! And you know what happens to liars, little Alex. James walked over to the desk and pulled out a small lighter. He carried it back over to Alex, ignoring the banging on the door. They get burnt Jim grabbed Alexs arm and ignited the lighter. Before it could even reach his skin, Alex was screaming in terror. The lighter got closer and closer, and it finally reached his young skin. The flames licked at his arm, causing some of the most painful reactions Alex had ever experienced. Although he should have been used to it by now. This was not the first time. The first time, Alex had kept his report card hidden. He knew that if Jim saw it, Alex

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would get hurt. And thats exactly what happened. Jim had a pocket knife on him, and had cut the back of Alexs right calf. Alex had not been able to walk for a week. The other time Jim hurt him; he had accidentally left his homework at school. Jim was so furious at the boys incompetence, that he had pushed him into a wall, knocking him unconscious. But Burning was a new sort of pain. It was torturous, and got worse with every second the flames held at his arm. Finally, Sebastian burst through the door, and knocked Jim across the room. He cradled Alex in his arms, and carried him to the bathroom, which he then locked. Sebastian knew where the first aid kit was. He kept it under the sink, hidden behind the towels. He quickly removed it and retrieved the small gauze pad from under the bandage. He applied the gauze to his sons blistering arm, and apologised. Im sorry Alex. I promise, this was the last time. If he ever lays a hand on you again, we will leave Alex looked up through his pained eyes, and whispered, Thats what you said last time. Sebastian finished treating his sons injury, and grabbed him by the shoulders. I promise, you are my son, and I promise he will cause you no more harm Alex whimpered, and threw himself into his fathers arms, making sure not to bump his burn. Are you sure we should have left him there Sherlock? He looked in a horrible state! Said John once they reached their flat. Sebastian will take care of him Well, I told Sebastian that if James gets too much he can bring Alex by here Sherlock glared at John with a look of shame. Well would you want it to be Hamish like that? With cuts on his legs, and scars on his arms? Sherlock shifted in his chair. W-what? You didnt see?! Of course. Sherlock Holmes the magnificent did not notice any of the scars or scratches living on that poor little boys body. Moriarty is treating him horribly Sherlock. We cant let him stay there John took a deep breath, and Hamish entered the room. His daddy hits him. Sometimes he cuts him to. Alex told me Hamish said in his quietest voice. John stood up. Thats it. Im getting LeStrade, and we are going to get Alex out of there. Nobody on earth deserves that much torture. Just as John was about to walk out the door, his face was met with Sebastians. It was bruised, and he had a cut lip. Very different to how he looked a few hours ago. Behind the tall man, was Alex, quivering and wearing his fathers jacket. I need him to stay here. Jim has gone out of control, as you can see said Sebastian, pointing to his lip. John nodded and ushered Alex inside.

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We can help Sebastian. We can get the police involved NO. I would never be able to forgive myself. Just keep Alex here until I come back. Please. And keep him safe. Protect him as if her were your own And with that, Sebastian walked back down baker street, in the direction of his apartment. When John returned, he found Alex and Hamish sitting in front of the telly, giggling and smiling. When Sebastian arrived home, Jim was nowhere to be found. There was no note, no nothing, but Sebastian knew where he would go. He quickly sent a text to John telling him to get the boys, and leave the flat now. He could only hope John received it in time. Sebastian ran around the apartment, trying to find his weapons. But I was to no avail. Jim had taken them. And only Sebastian knew how handy Jim actually was with a gun. Sebastian ran into his room, and tore open his mattress. He reached in and pulled out 3 small, closed pocket knives. He quickly put them in his pocket and headed out the door. He knew he would have to be quick to reach Jim before he reached Alex. Please, please, let my boy be okay whispered Sebastian to himself as he sprinted through the London streets. After a few minutes of receiving odd glances from people on the street, and dodging cars, He arrived at baker street, to fins the door wide open, and nothing but silence from upstairs. John was just finishing bandaging Alexs wounds properly, when his phone buzzed on the table. Sherlock picked it up and looked directly into Johns eyes. We need to go, John Sherlock said. We need to go now. Get the boys ready, and then we will leave. John neednt even ask why under the certain circumstances. He went over to the telly and knelt in front of the boys. We are going to go to the aquarium now. Hamish, would you be as kind as to get Alex a backpack? But hurry. We need to be very quick. Hamish looked at his father, and then helped Alex stand up. He then ran to his room, and brought out two small backpacks. Ill get you something to eat when we get there, but lets leave right now Sherlock ushered the boys down the stairs, with John right behind him. Sherlock went to the door, but just before he opened it, he heard a familiar yet dreaded sigh from behind the wooden barrier. Sherlock paused, took a breath, and then said through the door, Mycroft! Move. We are in a rush and when youre not on your diet you are quite hard to get past!

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Mycroft slide to the side, and allowed the door to be opened. May I enquire as to why you are in a rush, Dear Brother? No you may not Sherlock snapped, as he hailed a taxi. Im sure you will have your people follow me sooner or later. Have them tell you. A shiny black cab pulled over and allowed the four to get in. The boys went in first, and then followed by John and Sherlock. Hamish waved at his Uncle who slowly decreased in size as the cab drove away. Okay, tell me what is going on Said John. He looked at Sherlock, practically begging for an answer. Moriarty will be at the flat any second now. Sebastian texted your phone telling us to get the boys out of the house, and keep them away from Moriarty. So I did just that. John nodded, and looked at the boys. Alex had been listening, and was just beginning to understand how serious this was getting. Its okay Alex, said John as he placed his hand on his shoulder. Alex simply swallowed his sadness and looked out the window. He watched each tree and car pass by as they neared the aquarium. The ride was silent, and seemed to take ages. When they arrived at the aquarium, they exited the cab. All but Alex. Are you coming Alex? We are going to look around here for a while Alex finally looked away from the window, and was crying. I cant he whispered. Why? Of course you can said John. Because his father is taking him for a ride Said the cabbie. He turned around, and revealed his Shark like eyes, then glared at Sherlock. Never mind me, gentlemen. Im just going to take out the trash said Jim as he slammed the door and sped off. John and Sherlock immediately started chasing the cab, with Hamish trailing behind. They had no Idea what Jim would do. But he couldnt be too brutal against a child. Could he? Sebastian ran back to the apartment, and called Jim. WHERE ARE YOU?! Sebastian screamed into the tiny phone. Im just taking the boy for a ride. Im going to teach him some things You tell me where you are and where you have taken my son, right now I will when were done. Might be a while. I swear if you touch, a SNIGLE hair, on my sons head, I will kill you Oh I have no doubt of that Sebby. But I need to do this. Its what the brat deserves With that, Jim hung up and left Sebastian in the silence of the apartment. He needed his son to be okay. Alex was all he had since he was discharged from the war. The silence was broken by the door opening. It was John, Sherlock, and Hamish. Alex was not to be seen. WHERE IS MY SON?! YOU PROMISED YOUD KEEP HIM SAFE

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John was taken aback at his old friends hostility. He was never like this in the army. Moriarty took him. He was the cabbie, and sped off with Alex. Sebastian shook his head. Each second, this situation was getting harder and harder. But he had to push through. For Alex. John grabbed Sebastian and looked him in the eye. We will get him back Sebastian. I swear Sebastian inhaled sharply, and then nodded to John. This whole time, Sherlock had been walking around the apartment, touching inspecting various items, when he picked up a small pocket watch. Its silver chain shined in the dim light, and the clock could be heard, ticking away as if the world was dead. Was this Jims? he asked. Sebastian looked around to Sherlock and nodded. Jim had a lot of pocket watches. But the one in Sherlocks hand was his favourite. Placed the pocket watch back on the desk, and walked towards the door Father! Please stop. Im sorry, Ill never go to them again. OW! I didnt do anything wrong, Father STOP OW! Alex had been sitting in the corner of this room for hours now. He had blood in his hair, and was shaking uncontrollably. Jim had beaten him a lot. Almost to the point of death. It was horrible. He cried and cried, until his blood mixed with tears. It was hard for Alex to stay awake. He was tired and exhausted, but didnt want to go to sleep until Jim was gone. A few more hours passed, and Jim left the place he was keeping Alex. Before Alex could even gather his things, John had burst through the door, calling for Alex. He rushed as fast as he could to the army doctor, and collapsed crying into his arms. Oh lord. What has he done to you whispered John as he lifted the boy. He was covered in bruises and cuts, not to mention the odd angle at which his leg was bent. John carried Alex down the stairs and into the cab. He ordered the cabbie to take them straight to the hospital, and he sat with Alex, stroking his bloodied blond hair. The ride was quick, and once they reached the hospital, John once again carried him in, and called over a doctor. Many nurses and Doctors came over and took Alex. John knew they would look after him. John had barely sat down in the waiting room of St Bart's when Sherlock and Hamish walked in. Sebastians phone buzzed with a text from John, and after reading it, rushed to St Barts. He was lead to Alexs room, where Sherlock, John and Hamish were sitting. Hamish was sitting on the bed cross legged across from Alex, both of them telling jokes and giggling. DAD! squeaked Alex. Sebastian ran towards his son in the bed and hugged him tightly but gently. He almost began to cry, but held back any emotion. He pulled away from Alex and looked him in

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his eyes. They were full of fear, but also happiness. I thought Id lost you Alex looked at his dad with tear filled eyes. Alex thought he would never see his father again. By this time, Hamish had gotten off the bed and was hugging Sherlocks side. John was just happy everyone was safe and okay finally. John, I have an errand to run. I will meet you back at the flat soon. Said Sherlock as he nodded to Sebastian. Sebastian responded with a nod. What errand? Asked John, but it was too late. Sherlock was already walking down the hospital hall. *St Barts Roof. 5 minutes SH* All was silent on the roof of St Barts. Except for the random tweet of a bird, or gust of wind. Took your time Well, I was about to leave for Dublin when I received a text. I just couldnt resist Sherlock spun on his heels to see the little Irish man behind him. Moriarty looked different. His hair wasnt styled and he was wearing casual clothes instead of a suit. Whats this then? asked Sherlock; pretty sure he already knew the answer. Im leaving. Sick of that little brat controlling Sebastian. Im going to take Sebastian to Dublin with me, and he can mourn that little bastards death there Sherlock was unable to keep himself from grinning. What. What are you smiling at? Alex. Hes alive. About four floors down Jims eyes widened and blinked a few times. Sherlock simply reached behind him and grasped the handle of his gun. I could handle you when you were just robbing banks, and helping prisoners escape said Sherlock as he raised his gun. But you hurt a child, and one of my sons friends. Your own son. You had either better start running, or die now. Alex didnt deserve any of the things you have put him through throughout the years. Jim glared at Sherlock, and then to the gun. But then he looked at Sherlocks face. He had never seen it so serious before. It was a little intimidating. He edged back, closer and closer to the edge of the roof. You either Jump or get shot. Your choice. James looked over the edge, and giggled. Either. But let me tell you this. I can die happy, Knowing youll have no one to go home to Sherlock couldnt control his anger. His finger pressed the trigger, and Jim fell to the ground. He didnt even stay to watch Jim die. He needed to get home. He needed to make sure Moriarty was lying. He hoped to god he was.

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The door to the flat was shut. That made Sherlock a tiny bit more relieved. But it wasnt over yet. He quietly walked up the stairs, and went to the living room. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was to see. John was sitting in his armchair, Hamish lying across his dads lap, Blood trickling down the sides of their heads. Sherlock looked around, but couldnt see anyone. He knew this was Jims doing. Sherlock walked outside, and dialled for LeStrade. Weve had an Incident at Baker Street. Double homicide Bloody Hell Sherlock! Are you okay? Yes. But John and Hamish have been killed Sherlock, Stay outside. Ill be there as soon as I can Sherlock hung up, and closed the door. He walked into Speedys cafe, and sat in a booth. He could already hear the sirens approaching his flat. A million things were going through Sherlocks mind when he was alerted by his phone. It buzzed in his pocket, letting him know of a text he had just received. He took one look at the text, and threw his phone across the room with such force; it broke the window and flew outside. Everyone stared at him, as he got up and walked out of the caf. He picked up his phone from the pile of broken glass, and re-read the text. It only had three words and a signature. Happy Fathers Day JM

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