Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 8

Hamishs POV

Today was the day, I was going to blindfold dad and magically transport him to Baker Street in a black cab. Sherlock knew it was happening, and so did Mrs Hudson, we'd planned it together. I'd told dad the part about me blindfolding him and he laughed but didn't suspect anything. It had been a week since our big argument and we were finally on good terms again, maybe we won't be after today, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. I wrapped one of my bandannas around his eyes and lead him to the taxi, he was laughing.

J- it better be somewhere good

H- oh it is

J- give me some clues

H- can't do that I'm afraid

He huffed and turned to the window, then laughed when he realised he couldn't look out of it. We arrived and I let out a shaky breath.

H- we're here

He nodded but banged his head on the seat in front of him, I started to laugh. I payed the driver and climbed out, guiding him to the front door. Nan opened it and I put a finger to my lips, telling her to be quiet. I guided him up the creaking stairs, I think he must be recognising where he was, but he carried on going away. I knocked on the door, and Sherlock opened it, smiling at me. I stood dad in the middle of the room, and pulled off the blindfold. He looked Sherlock up and down and turned to me, pain in his eyes. I think I would of preferred anger.

H- I'll um... leave you two to it

I shut the door, me and Mrs Hudson both putting our ears against it.

Johns POV

I can't believe Hamish had done this to me, I looked at Sherlock and he was staring back. We were silent for a while. I take it that I was making the first move.

J- why? How could you do that?

S- I think it's best if we sat down. So, Moriartys web, that's what I was away doing. There were snipers everywhere, trained on you, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, the only people I cared about. I had to preform a very realistic suicide so that they would leave. So thats what I did-

J- but why couldn't you tell me? I was a text away from you saying I'm okay, I'm not dead, whatever, as long as I knew you were okay and I wasn't grieving for nearly 19 years, how could you not have texted me? I don't get it, I've had the same phone since the one when you left, because I felt a connection to you through it, even if it was your suicide... fake suicide note-

S- I'm sorry, I just couldn't, incase you slipped up-

J- oh so now it's my fault!?

S- no, I just couldn't risk you slipping up, so it was better not to tell you anything-

J- who knew? Who knew that you were still alive?

S- well... Mycroft, my parents-

J- you did leave that note didn't you, at my wedding

He nodded slowly.

J- what did you mean, it was fake?

S- I can't answer that... yet. Maybe soon

I sighed. The least he could do was give me an answer, but I let it go.

J- who else

He looked at the floor, he was struggling to tell me who.

S-...Molly

J- MOLLY?

He nodded slowly.

J- b-but she comforted me when you died, she even got upset and told me she missed you

He stared at the floor.

S- I'm sorry John

J- you dropped that apple on my head didn't you, at the grave one day

He nodded.

S- I was there for most of the time you were at the grave. I heard everything you said, it was heart warming actually...

He trailed off and turned towards the door, he stood up and walked towards it. I was confused for a second, but when he pulled open the door, Hamish landed in a heap on the floor and Mrs Hudson coughed awkwardly.

H- funnily enough, even though how bad it looks, we weren't listening to what you were saying

S- somehow, I find that hard to believe

Hamish stood up and looked at us hopefully.

H- so, are you two okay now?

Sherlock looked at me too, everyone was staring at me hopefully.

J- um... yeah, we're... better

Hamish smiled and put his arms around Sherlock. Sherlock stood there awkwardly and then patted his shoulder.

J- stop being childish Hamish

H- hey! He's my long lost dead but not dead uncle

He looked confused but then nodded, obviously very happy with the way he put it.

MH- I'm so proud of you

She ruffled his hair.

MH- you got these two speaking again, all from your own idea

He smiled.

H- yeah so you both better thank me

I knew that what Sherlock had done was beyond forgivable, but I've got my chance back, and I wasn't going to waste it.