Mary's Heart, Mary's Stand
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or the characters. ACD and BBC do. I'm not making a single dime off of this either. I have taken some liberties with the characters and the following stories: The Sign of the Four, Adventure of the Final Problem, and Adventure of the Empty House.
Warning: Rated T for foul language, violence, attempted suicide for now.
A/N:Second fic but first based in the Sherlock fandom. Not Beta'd nor brit-picked. Sorry. This bad boy has been running around in my head for a while now. Been meaning to write this but real life put my behind in a twist so finally I am sitting down and doing it. Will try to update promptly but no promises.
Credits and Thanks: For the inspiration to write: Spirktrekker42! For the inspiration to write right now: Peaceful Defender (I borrowed Chase and we had a Coffee Contest. Thanks. Not. jk lol). To keeping me plugging away: my bamf kitties and family and friends.
Prologue
January 9, 1979
That damn whore was the only thought on Lt. Arthur Morstan's brain since he landed. He had been in India on duty at the Embassy when the word came in. Expedite return home. Then the Call came. It was mum, a strong willed woman who claimed she had a "minor governmental position". His wife Jane had gone into hard labour not expected to live. Arthur was shocked and heartbroken to say the least considering he had been gone for a year. The shock carried him through the long, rough trip home but as soon as he landed on English soil, the foul words kept repeating in his head.
He arrived at the hospital's maternity ward and asked for his wife. The nurse looked up the records and told him. The whore survived and was resting in her room. Arthur went to her room.
"Who is the father, Jane" was the first words to her. Jane replied weakly "Arthur…please let me explain". "No. You knew when we were married; I was a soldier for the Royal Army and might be stationed in foreign places for a time. You accepted but yet here we are. I'm not going to ask again, who is the bloody father?" Arthur angrily said.
"Anthony."
Arthur straightened his back and left. Anthony, his twin brother betrayed him. Could the day get any better? Not realizing where he was going, Arthur ended up at the viewing window with tears and hate in his eyes. He saw rows of babies and a nurse going to the intercom at the sight of the Army bloke. "Last name and relation, sir" said the tinny voice. "Morstan and Father" said Arthur sickened, turning his back to the window. He violently hated the babe and all the heartbreaking implications. Then the nurse tapped on the glass and he turned slowly around and lifted his pain filled eyes.
His Soul fractured. His Soul reformed with the vision before him as its center.
Something/Someone threw the hate out of his heart, replaced with the deepest of Paternal Love.
She was perfect. His Mary was perfect. Lt. Morstan started making plans.