Forgotten Lover (parentlock/johnlock)

Part 7

Hamish's POV

I walked in, dad was home from work luckily.

H- um dad... I-I've got something to tell you

J- what is it?

I sat there in silence, wondering how I was going to put it into words that I'd seen his best friend... not dead. My mum walked into the room, great, just what I needed.

M- whats up Hamish?

J- come on spit it out. Oh my god... you have not had sex have you

I burst out laughing, even though I was really stressed.

H- NO! I um... well I saw Sherlock

I had to repeat it a few times before they understood.

M- you're just seeing things again, stop getting your dads hopes up-

H- no, I'm being serious. I walked around town with him. He was in a cafe and I saw him and talked to him

M- Hamish-

J- he's... not dead?

H- no dad, he's not. He wants to explain it to you. I got really angry dad, I promise you. I shouted at him dad, honestly, I was with him

The more I was telling them, the more I doubted it myself. Mum got up and walked out of the room, shaking her head.

H- he told me to give you this, as proof. I'm just hoping you understand it more than I do

I pulled the apple out of my coat pocket. He frowned at it at first and then recognition flashed across his face.

J- I um... I think this is about the apple that fell on my head, do you remember the story I told you?

It made sense that this is what he was trying to imply.

J- so he was there that day and he couldn't even say hello

H- thats why I got angry at him dad, about he'd done to you and Mrs Hudson-

J- the note!

H- what?

J- well, it was mine and your mums wedding, and in his parents seat was a note saying something like "they don't come to things that aren't real", I remember I was thinking about it. They didn't go to Sherlocks funeral, so obviously he left that note for me. The asshole let me make a huge speech about him when he was probably listening through an open window

He was shaking his head and crying now.

H- he wants to see you

J- I don't think I'll be able to see him

H- what? You've been crying over for him for years and now he's actually here, you don't want to see him?

He shrugged his shoulders.

J- it's complicated to explain

Johns POV

Tonight me and Mary are going on a dinner date, in the same place we got engaged. We decided it was for the best because with what was going in the last few days, about Sherlock, I totally believe Hamish, he wouldn't just make something like this up. We sat down at a table which a young lady showed us too. It was a lovely seat, in the corner and nobody else was around us. It was peaceful. Hamish was sleeping at Mrs Hudsons tonight. She handed us our menus and walked off.

M- what do you fancy?

J- I'm not sure yet. I fancy some expensive wine though

She smiled and nodded. A man came over to the table next, with brown glasses and a moustache. The way he stood was very familiar. Slender fingers reaching out for our menus.