I honestly have no idea how frequently this will be updated. I'm really super busy being artsy and not saying "no" to things, and it'll take its toll on my writing time. I'm pretty optimistic about this, though. The only chapterfic I've ever finished ("The Dragon's Tale" doesn't count because it was originally all a one-shot) was the Rane one where they adopted Annie, so maybe that'll start a trend. Also, the kid at the end of "The Odd Life of Timothy Green" reminded me of how I see Annie in my head.
Sincerely, Joanne Lupin
There comes a time in every couple's life where babies start popping up everywhere. Every channel is showing a program about them. Every song on the radio is about them. They turn up everywhere- on the streets, at the store, even at crime scenes. Neither John Watson nor Sherlock Holmes ever expected any such phenomenon to happen to them, but it did, and it threw both of them for a loop.
Of course, Sherlock noticed first. He said nothing of it. Babies are messy. They take up your time. And, most importantly, they're just another person you could lose. Never mind the emptiness Sherlock was beginning to feel, as though his and John's little flat was missing something. A baby was most certainly not a good idea.
John noticed soon after. It frustrated him to no end. Him, a father? The idea was absurd. He was a thrill-seeker. A war veteran. Imagine- John Watson, pushing a stroller, warming up milk, singing nursery rhymes. The idea was silly. Never mind the little smile he couldn't help creeping up when he saw a father lifting up his daughter for a kiss, or play a game of catch with his son. A baby was most certainly not a good idea.
After weeks of this, though, John snapped. He'd flipped through countless channels, and they were all the same- advertisements for formula, shows about babies, background music with the word "baby" in it. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned off the TV and slammed the remote down on the table. "That's it!" he hissed, standing and throwing his hands in the air.
"What's it?" Sherlock asked calmly from the couch.
"Please tell me you've been seeing them, too!"
"Seeing what, John?"
"The babies! They're everywhere!"
Sherlock smirked. "You sound like a crazy person, John. Although, yes, babies seem to have become a recurring theme lately."
"I can't take it! I don't even want a baby!"
"Nor do I."
"Then why is this still happening?"
"I haven't the faintest idea." That was a lie. Sherlock knew that the only reason they were still plagued with images of infants was that they knew, deep down, they actually might want a baby. He just didn't want to admit it.
"We've got to make this stop, Sherlock. It's like the universe is taunting me!"
"I may have an incredibly basic knowledge of astronomy, John, but I do know that the universe has no power your thoughts. You're merely-"
"You know what I mean!"
"Well, there's really only one way I can think of to make this go away."
"I know."
"It's not the most ideal solution, but there are worse things."
"That there are."
"I guess it's decided, then."
"I guess so."
"Shall I call the adoption agency in the morning?"
"We could do it together, if you like."
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Good."
"Good."
"…Well."
"Well."
John sighed and turned towards the kitchen. "I think I'll have some tea. Would you like some?"
"Please."