CHAPTER 1
Sherlock's a father...
Sherlock's a father...
Sherlock... is a father?
John did everything in his power to ignore the unsettling questions that popped in his head when dealing with this bizarre situation, but to no-avail, the disturbing thoughts just kept coming:
Sherlock seduced a woman into bed with him?
It sounded so unlikely that John feared that Sherlock has forced himself on the poor lady, but the assumption took the weirdness of the scenario to a whole new level ...
Sherlock actually managed to keep his mouth shut during the whole process?
and if he didn't, god help us, what have he said?
Sherlock is now going to be the father-figure, the role-model, the inspiration for a little kid?
Well, that shouldn't be allowed. John still hasn't recovered from the birth of Mycroft's son, Marcus and now that?
There must have been some kind of law that restricted the Holmes' family reproduction.
The world, he was certain, was not yet ready for a league of mini Holmes.
A sperm donation, that must be it.John wanted to believe it so bad.
Unfortunately, Sherlock made his opinion concerning the subject pretty clear, as he once told John that the only organ he was going to donate, was his brain, but not before he was thoroughly done with it himself; "Leaving the world a less ignorant place sounds like a good way to go" as he had said it.
So there is no escaping it John concluded as Sherlock's dictum echoed in his head:
when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
So as improbable as it sounds:
Sherlock is a father.
A/N: I'm gonna take this story in baby steps (literally)
I'll start with funny little anecdotes of Sherlock's life as a father, and will develop it into an actual plot.
Perhapes I'll even let you choose the baby name ;)
(All names suggestions must start with an 'S' [a crazy obsession for the S.H. initials I'm afraid])
Hope you enjoyed
~C2