Chapter 11

~John Hamish Watson
"Come on son, we've got to go!"
"I am coming dad, I am coming!" Hamish yells as he runs down the stairs.
"How many times have I told you not to run on them stairs?"
"Daaad..." Hamish exaggerates the vowel to express his annoyance.
"Alright, alright. Let's go now Hamish."
Hamish grabs his car keys and runs to his car, his dad follows him outside.
"I"ll drive."
John and Hamish get in the car and John puts the address in their GPS before Hamish drives off:
"We will be there in about two hours son."
"Quite alright dad."
"Are you nervous?"
"I am deadnervous daddy, what is she like?"
"She is real nice and real pretty, I am sure you'll like her."
"Maybe she doesn't even want to see me, maybe she just agreed out of guilt."
"She is a grown-up lady Hamish, she could've said no if she wanted to."
John remembers all the times that Molly had refused to come over or that she had refused that they'd visit with Hamish.
"You seem to be worrying about something dad."
"It is nothing son, I am fine."
John knows he is lying, Molly doesn"t know about their visit, Mycroft just gave them the address and her phone number but John never called.
He had been afraid of the answer, and he didn't want to dissapoint Hamish, John hoped that Molly was less refusing when they were standing face to face than she used to be over the phone when Sherlock was still alive.
"Are you sure she wants to see me? What if she throws us out of the house? What if she is angry with me? What if..." Hamish stopped in the middle of his sentence, not able to control the tears that were streaming down his face, he was still driving whilst crying and John was worried they might have an accident. "Son we'll talk about this, but first you need to park the car."
Luckily Hamish found a spot quite easily, they hadn't entered the highway yet.
"Look Hamish, you are her son. And I know that most women who gave their child away never want to see it again, but you want to see her. And I do think it is different because we knew Molly real well when she gave birth to you. That is why we were allowed to adopt you, you were a gift. I know it is strange to put it that way, saying that you're child was nothing more than a gift but you are a gift from heaven Hamish, it was God who gave us to you. We can always try, I am sure God wants to give you this, after your father died."
"I don't believe God." Hamish said, shrugging his shoulders.
"I know that son, you never believed in any other power just like your father. Or maybe you believed in one, you believed in your father. But for once, can you believe in me too Hamish? Can you?" John's request almost sounds desperate but he can't help it, maybe he is desperate he wants to make sure that Hamish won't be angry with him when visiting Molly doesn't work out the way he expected it too.
"I believe in you dad, I always have. I am sorry if I never told you or made you feel like I did, because I do. Always did and always will."
Hamish bends over to press his lips on his father's cheek, John smiles a little bit; it has been ages since Hamish had last kissed him.
One year and two weeks: on Sherlock's funeral.
"You know Hamish what I told you after they had beaten you up so badly in school that you ended up in hospital?"
"That you'd kill them bastards?"
Both men burst out in laughter, Hamish knew it wasn"t what his dad was referring too but he tried to break the sad sphere.
"You told me that you'd never let anything happen to me."
"And so I won't Hamish, if she kicks us out I'll put my door inbetween the door and the wall and we'll get back in. Sometimes you"ve got to think about yourself more than about someone else."