Mrs. Hudson found a baby left on her doorstep, but when she goes away on holiday, it is up to John and Sherlock to care for her. Not sure if it will turn romantic yet, I'll see how this goes!

'Mrs. Hudson, I simply can't take it off of your hands, I have too much to do, this game has no pause button!' Sherlock complained staring at the pink bundle in Mrs. Hudson's arms that began to wriggle.

'It's a baby dear, a 'she', not an 'it'.' The landlady sighed. 'It will only be for two weeks, I'm sure John would love a baby around! Where is safer than around a doctor?' she argued trying to change Sherlock's frame of mind. The baby was staying with them whether they like it or not, but it would be best if the men of 221B thought it a positive.

'But she can't even walk yet, babies are boring.' The detective complained. Mrs. Hudson's face smirked a little.

'You think babies are boring?' she enquired.

'Positively dull.' He confirmed.

'I bet you can't last one week looking after a child.' She challenged.

'No bother whatsoever.' Sherlock nodded.

*THREE HOURS LATER*

'John, get the door.' Sherlock instructed. John looked at him confused, he hadn't heard anything.

[Knock, knock, knock.]

Ah. He thought as he went to answer. As John opened the door, a bundle of wool was thrust into his arms by his landlady.

'Sorry dear, Taxi's waiting and I still have to go and fetch Mrs. Turner, everything you need is in a bag here by the door, any questions?' she said hurriedly.

'No Mrs. Hudson, have fun in Greece.' Sherlock dismissed as she dashed out of the door. John stood, shell-shocked.

'Sherlock?'

'Yes John.'

'Why am I holding a child?'

Sherlock looked up from his microscope and sighed.

'The child was left on Mrs. Hudson's doorstep three days ago, however Mrs. Hudson is going abroad with Mrs. Turner for two weeks. She said I wouldn't cope with a child in the apartment, but I am determined to prove her wrong.' Sherlock explained as if it was obvious.

John stood like a lemon, trying to process this new information. He would admit that he was slightly concerned with the thought of Sherlock and a child under the same roof, but the new challenge would be wonderful and John was great with children.

'Err, Sherlock, what is her name? I'm presuming it's a 'her' from the pink.' John asked hoping that Sherlock wasn't going to patronize his simple deduction, but his roommate held his tongue.

'Name? I don't think she has a name. Mrs. Hudson may have named her but I don't know what.' Sherlock commented passively. 'She hasn't been here long, she won't be accustomed to her name whatever it is, what shall we name her?'

'Well we can't call her Hamish.' John thought allowed. Sherlock scanned the room for ideas, when his eyes fixed back to his microscope.

Analogue microscope

'What about Anna?' Sherlock suggested.

'That's a nice name, not too old, not too crazy like some names you hear about.' John agreed.

At that moment the ball in John's arms began to wail. A high pitched sound that wasn't too loud, indicating that the lungs are not fully developed. John estimated that the baby was around 2 weeks old. John and Sherlock looked at each other, looking for an answer. When they both realised that their roommate was helpless they started to unwrap the baby from the confines of the blanket and Sherlock lifted her out of Johns arms, but holding her at arms length for a moment.

'John, see if she needs changing.' The detective instructed.

'Why can't you?' John challenged over the screaming child. If one thing was for certain, John was not going to do all the hard work whilst Sherlock got the glory from Mrs. Hudson.

'Because I am holding her.' Sherlock pointed out. John sighed.

'She is probably just hot, Mrs. Hudson wrapped her up like a Christmas present, and that baby grow is far too thick.' John rooted through the bag the child came with and found a baby mat and a baby grow made out of lighter material. He spread out the mat on the rug and confiscated the baby from Sherlock and laid her down and began to change her.

'You know...' John said. 'The time will come when she needs to be changed. I'm not doing it every time.' The doctor stated. 'I will also tell Mrs. Hudson that you couldn't handle her if you don't.'

'Fine.' Sherlock huffed as he walked back over to his microscope.

'Oh no you don't! We have to sort things out, where will she sleep?'

'Well we have a Moses basket, but she can't stay in your room because of the stairs and I would be useless as when I do sleep, I am a heavy sleeper and won't be able to hear her if she wakes up.'

'Perfect, I get night duties as well. Wonderful.' John muttered bitterly.

'Would you rather I didn't sleep for 2 weeks?'

'NO! You have to sleep, I can't deal with two children.' John said, not wanting Sherlock to turn grumpy on him with the baby around.

'Why don't we swap rooms for the fortnight?' Sherlock suggested.

'You want me and a baby to inhabit your room whilst you can't even keep your experiments out of our fridge? No thanks, we'll just have to get a baby gate.'

'Fine.' Sherlock said, then the two stood facing each other, not daring to blink,

'Go on then.' They both said at the same time, each expecting the other to leave.

'But that's boring.' Sherlock complained.

'Uh-oh, I think someone needs changing.' John went picking Anna up.

'So a small one? She's not too big is she, a small one will be fine. Bye John, bye Anna!' Sherlock said, suddenly changing his tune as he hurried out the door. John laughed and looked at Anna.

'Sherlock's silly, isn't he Anna!' John said in a baby voice, finding it hilarious that Sherlock fell for that. Anna gurgled happily but then stopped and pulled a face. John had been around enough baby patients to know what that face meant.

'Oh Anna!' John sighed going to pull out a nappy and baby wipes from the bag.

This is going to be a long two weeks he thought.

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