Warning: male pregnancy as an experiment, I don't like John/Sherlock slash, but I decided to give it a try.
Also I do not have a beta! So please bear with me! Rated T/ PG-13
Sorry this chapter is a little short but Enjoy!
Chapter One
John Watson was like any ordinary man. Short, blonde hair, Captain of the British Army and a doctor. He had big blue-gray eyes that made most women in London fall in love with. Well most women stopped falling in love with him till they meet his flatmate Sherlock Holmes.
Mr. Holmes, annoying and rude ninety-nine percent of the time and only seemed to like certain amount of people. Sherlock was tall and had bouncy curls. Well who cared right? Sherlock didn't really have an heart.
It was raining and the Chinese gang were missing still. Sherlock didn't seem to bother after he got the case solved, so John went to his job that morning.
John had a bad day.
One person died during the surgery he was performing the heart surgery and during lunch after confessing to the patient's wife about her husbands tragic fate, John sat alone eating his sandwich. Then before he left, Sarah broke up with him, for a new doctor, his name, Otto.
John felt like not taking the cab home that day. Instead maybe stopping by at the coffee shop and get some fresh air, before his flatmate will sent him a text of a murder case.
When, John got home he found Sherlock at the table having his face studying a small glass with fluid in it. John usually tries not to ask Sherlock what he was doing during his bad days, John really wanted to go to bed,
"Sherlock, I'm going upstairs if you need me," John announced, mumbling his words out. Sherlock huffed,
"Bad day at work."
"Yes, very. I assume your day was fine."
"Yes, I'm sorry about Sarah. I sort of liked her. But she was indeed very dull at moments," Sherlock said as he went the refrigerator. John gave a small chuckle,
"Yeah, I guess we're dull at sometimes." John agreed, "So what are you doing? I haven't seen this kind of liquid before." John pointed to the small round glass of green liquid.
"It's my sperm,"
"Your sperm... as in?'
"Yes," Sherlock said, John pinched the bridge of his nose,
"And, why that?"
"For many years St. Bart's have been trying to look at experiments for a man to carry a child full term with making the whole progress. They want me to see if it can work. So I used my sperm to see if it can work."
"And what happens if it does?" John asked,
"I'll make history and people can have more offsprings." Sherlock added, "Just don't touch it,"
"Err... alright. Thanks for the tip." John said awkwardly, "I'll just make sure I won't I go near it."
Sherlock shrugged and went back to his experiment. John didn't really seemed to care much about the experiment. He just need to rest, thankfully he had his day off tomorrow.
Rain... how boring. It's so cold, dull, and so joyless. England was always had rain. But today seemed so lifeless. Sherlock was up all night playing his violin, looking out to the window, waiting for a phone call, hoping Lestrade would find a case already.
John came in with his bath robe. Sherlock turned to John,
Wet, just showered. He looks stressed, yes... his girlfriend Sarah just broke up with him and someone had just died. Harry, John's older sister has returned to rehab, he's worried about his sister.
"Morning, John. Fancy tea?"
John shook his head, "No... no, I'll just go brew some coffee but thanks. Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm waiting for Lestrade to call me. He usually calls me at this time. So what happened to Sarah, yesterday?"
"New doctor, his name is Otto Smith. He just got the job the same day I did. He's from Italy I think."
Sherlock hummed, "That name, it sound so familiar, but why?"
John rolled his eyes and went to the fridge, seeing that there was tea already in there. Sherlock went back to his violin as John heated up the tea and decided to take a nice long chuck.