Hamish was just tired, discussing it with Jo didn’t change anything, it didn’t make his father happy with him and it certainly didn’t change what happened with Grey. “I.. I just.. can I stay here a w-while please? I don’t want to g-go home.. I just.. I-I just need some time, I won’t b-be a bother, I promise..”
If he could just have a short while from home, just a few days, then he could clear his head and perhaps his father would want to see him again, would look him in the eyes again. However much he doubted that last bit. “Please, Jo?”
With a soft sigh, Joseph rested his hand on the boy’s shoulder. ‘Will your parents be okay with it?’ He asked in a whisper. He didn’t mind letting Hamish stay, maybe Vick wouldn’t like it that much but she always gave in in the end. ‘You can stay as long as you want, but I think that your parents would like to know where you are and if you are safe.’
'I don't think Vick would let you eat too many cupcakes, though. She might try to cook something healthy, but she's worthless when she cooks something that doesn't have flour or sugar.' He scratched his head. 'And one of my daughters is very loud. And please, please don’t mention Charlie.’
'Do you have school today?' He asked.
"I know they w-would like to know but then they wouldn’t l-let me stay.." Not to mention that his father could mistake Jo for being ‘Grey’ and that would bring a new hell upon his life, not to mention the fact that his father would most likely try and kill him for it, or get him arrested.
"Please, i-it will only be a couple of n-nights, then I’ll go back home and everything will be o-okay. I’ll only miss a couple of d-days of school, so it’s nothing big.. Please." If Jo wouldn’t let him stay here, he would have to turn to Jim and hope he would be allowed there instead, only for a couple of nights.
Hamish was thankful as his mum’s arm wrapped around him, supporting him and saying she wouldn’t leave, that would make life much easier for him.
"T-Thank you, mum.." He mumbled, burying his face against her good shoulder and letting his good hand keep hold of the fabric of her shirt, he didn’t want to think about the fact that he was here. Closing his eyes, he let out a slow breath, trying to stop himself from shaking.
He couldn’t wait to get the pain medication, it would make him feel so much better, maybe it would even calm him down.
"Shh, love, it’s okay. I’m here and I won’t leave, I promise. It won’t be long and you’ll be able to go home and sleep. We’ll be able to give you stronger medication to take away with you."
Jo rubbed soothing circles at the base of Hamish’ spine, something that had always managed to relax him, ever since he was a tiny baby. With a wry smile, Jo remembered the sleepless nights. She was glad that was over.
Looking up as the nurse entered the cubicle with a wheelchair and the supplies they needed, she gently disentangled herself from her son, leaning over to take the pain medication and water, passing it to her son.
"Here we are, ‘Mish. Take these and we’ll run you along to x-ray once they’ve kicked in a little bit."
Hamish was glad that his mother was here to coddle him, however much he liked to think he was all grown up now, he needed her there when he was hurting because then he knew he was safe.
A soft shaky sigh left his lips as she rubbed the base of his spine, eyes falling closed in attempt to relax, he just wanted this all over with so he could go home and sleep.
"Thankyou.." He breathed, taking the medication and water gladly, drinking it down in a hurry. Hopefully it didn’t take too long to kick in, the quicker it stopped hurting the better it would be. "All gone." A smile weak smiled spread across his face as he passed the glass back with his good hand.
"Well, I want you to take the surgery anyway because if there’s even a chance.. well, you should take it." Hamish breathed, looking him in those sightless eyes of his, his brows furrowed in worry, he didn’t want his father completely giving up on his sight.
"I know you want to see, you just have to believe it’s not all over."
His ears flicked a little at the statement, that he was Sherlock’s son and he smiled, nuzzling against his father in a pleased manner. “I know that I’m you’re son, I won’t think about it anymore.. Thank you, father..”
Sherlock sighed. He didn’t want to raise his hopes up. But the boy was encouraging him. His son. Mycroft once told him he cannot take care of anyone around him, however, he couldn’t risk sending Hamish out once again. He knew how cruel the world can be for those who are different.
"…Alright. I will."
Hamish grinned, his ears perked up excitedly, he could only hope the operation would go well and his father could see him for the first time. His only worry was that Sherlock wouldn’t want him once he was better, that he would be too busy working or doing whatever else he did, never giving him any attention at all.
"Thank you, I’m sure it will go brilliantly."
"N-Not a lie?" Hamish breathed, fixing his eyes on his father with a scowl, his wings ruffling behind him in his anger of what his father had just said.
"I’m half angel and s-somehow that’s not important? Really? Because that seemed pretty damned important.." He huffed, crossing his arms across his chest, he knew that his father wouldn’t even let him go flying anymore because of all of this.
"I’m guessing that you didn’t t-tell dad, then? Or did y-you? Have you both known about this all of this time and kept it from me?"
"He knew." Sherlock answered quietly aware of his son’s anger of him. He averted his gaze. "It was my decision to keep it a secret and John did because I made him promise."
It wasn’t the time to talk about this. He had pressing matters that needed to be attending… to tell John. “Your dad’s looking for us. I suggest we go to him now.”
Both of them knew all of this time and decided to say nothing, leaving him curious and confused all of this time, wondering if they were the result of some genetic modification or whatever else.
"Fine, lets go." He huffed, not looking up at his father, he was too angry, sick of the secrets and especially big ones like that. "I-Is there anything else y-you neglected to tell me?"
"A-Anything.. yes." Hamish nodded, his legs trembling as the warm long fingers trailed up his thigh, he wanted to cry, to pull himself away.
Letting himself be lifted and placed upon the sheets, he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. “I always like h-how you look..” He mumbled, pulling himself to his knees, taking a slow breath. Leaning down, he rested his hands on his father’s hips, looking at him with a slightly fearful expression. “Do.. Do you w-want.. do you want me t-to suck you off?” Hamish finally managed to ask, looking into his father’s eyes.
Sherlock would have protested if he were awake. Sadly though, he’s not. Good for Gemini though, he’d been waiting for this moment in the shadows.
He smirked, hearing Hamis’s comment. "Do you really?" Seeing the fear flicker in the young boy’s eyes, he raised his hand, brushing it to Hamish’s face. "Don’t be scared, Hamish. I promise, I’ll take of you."
And he definitely will.
Raising his brow with the boy’s question, Gemini replied with another. "Do you want to?"
Closing his eyes as the long fingers trailed across his cheek, he nodded slowly, knowing that it was exactly what his father wanted but this was just the game beforehand.
"Yes.." Hamish breathed, running his tongue over his lips, worried about what was soon to happen. He’d never done anything with anyone else before, never so much as touched someone elses arousal, now here he was laying in his father’s bed in a dress, ready to do anything for the sake of his father.
"S-Should I do it n-now?"
"I’ll learn as much as I can and we’ll be brilliant." Hamish assured, nodding gladly, a wide grin across his face. It was so easy with Calla, knowing that she was so happy being alongside him.
Hamish shook his head and let out a sigh, giving her hand a firmer squeeze, looking over to her. “You are important, my first friend in Hogwarts, nothing is more important than a good friend.” He grinned, nodding at the notion of being put in the same house as her. “I hope there’s a house for smart people, I want to go there.”
"First friend." Calla smiled sheepishly. It sounded precious and beautiful to him. "You’re my first friend too." In and out of Hogwarts, she silently added.
"A House for smart people? Where, you could be in Gryffindor or in Ravenclaw." She suggested.
"Well, then we can be best friends, no matter what, okay?" Hamish smiled, enjoying the warmth of her hand against his own, it was very reassuring.
"What’s the difference between the two?" He asked, raising a brow at her, he wanted to know as much as possible.
Hamish hadn’t seen Jim in a while, with everything going on with his father, he couldn’t face the other boy. With a sigh, he knocked on the other boy’s flat, hoping he would get some answer, that Jim still wanted to see him.
Jim got up and stretched, walking to the door. He wasnt expecting any visitors, so his eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw hamish.
"Hamish…" He says. "I-I thought- your Da’ came by- said you were missing…."
Hamish nodded, running his tongue over his lips and letting out a sigh. “I’ve been just.. I-I just needed to g-get away, can I stay here for a bit?” He asked, looking up at the other boy. He knew he looked a bit of a mess, hair all skewed and eyes darkened from lack of sleep but he was too scared to go home and face his father.
"I think.. I’ll go h-home soon, I just need t-to rest for a bit.." Hamish breathed, leaning on the doorframe. "You don’t hate m-me, do you?"
Jim shrugged and moved to the side. “That was kinda selfish.” He mumbled. “We were all worried sick.”
He shook his head. “I don’t hate you. I was worried about you though.”
"I’m sorry.." Hamish mumbled, stepping inside with a guilty expression, he really hadn’t meant to upset everyone.
"I will go back tomorrow, I p-promise and then.. then maybe e-everything will get back to n-normal.." He shrugged, relishing in the warmth of Jim’s flat.
I’m really nowhere near that eloquent, here is my voice if you dare ruin that illusion XD
Thank you, though :3
My apologies for not being online. Tagging who I owe.
I’m ill and have a shit ton of coursework to do, so sorry I haven’t been online.