Stolen Love

Chapter 1

"John?"

"John!"

With a soft thump, John's head dropped down onto the desk, his lips contouring into annoyance once more. Sherlock's voice kept slapping the air, and John finally gave in. His footsteps heavy with annoyance, he stomped off towards the bathroom door, expecting to have to hand Sherlock shampoo or a towel.

But as he slipped into the bathroom, turning to look at Sherlock, his heart skipped a beat.

Sherlock stood with his back turned towards John, and his damp curls sunk with the weight of drying water. Around his waist was a short towel, his feet bare and glistening. He stopped drying his arms and fixed his wise look onto John's through the mirror.

He opened his mouth to speak, but stood there like a gaping fish while Sherlock studied him with his sharp gaze. With a soft swish of his towel, which revealed his thigh, he strode over to John. He stood there with no movement, a heat flushing his face as he stared at the ceiling.

Roughly, Sherlock pulled his chin down, locking his gaze onto John's. Leaning in, Sherlock moved the two against the door, which slammed shut in their wake. John didn't flinch. He just stood there, his arms held against the door.

"S-Sherlock. W-what are-" John started to stammer, but Sherlock cut him off with a rough peck on the lips. At that, John grew ridged under Sherlock, and roses bloomed under his skin.

"Shush John." Sherlock whispered quietly, yet his voice held sharpness that send a prick through him.

"Happy Valentines Day, John." Sherlock leaned in and whispered deeply into John's ear, landing a soft kiss on his ear. Coming back, Sherlock slipped a hand behind John, letting his arm drop, and leaned in completely to rest his cool forehead against John's.

With an intense gaze locked into John's cloudy eyes, which had dilated, Sherlock slipped forward to catch his bottom lip with his teeth. Watson inhaled sharply, his breath lodged painfully in his throat.

"Sherlock." He croaked, gazing into Sherlock's pale, green eyes. "I love you."

"I know." Sherlock uttered, his voice low and deep as he leaned in to his partner.

"A-and Sherlock. I-I think we should have a child." John murmured, admiring Sherlock's sharp features. After a pause, Sherlock spoke

"Me too."

15 years later…

"Dad, so the Bordeaux mixture is created from copper sulfide and slaked lime, and it's used to stop diseases in plants? So if the victim's apples could have been coated in it before, couldn't it have been tempered with? With Arsenic poison it would be almost undetectable." The young girl spoke clearly as she studied the map of photos and notes, her expression wise for a 14 year old.

"I spoke with Molly, she's testing it right now." Sherlock stated from his seat, adding, "Good job." He smiled at his daughter, standing up to ruffle her curly hair as he walked by.

"Wait, dad, aren't you supposed to pick us up from school today?" The young girl asked her father as he swept by. Pausing, he said over his shoulder.

"Of course I'll come. Didn't I say so? I wouldn't forget my two sidekicks."

At that, a voice sounded from the kitchen. "Hey! I heard that! I'm still your- Wait, I'm not even a sidekick, I'm a co-detective." John huffed as he peeked his head from the fridge.

Sherlock shook his head, striding over to peck his partner on the cheek before racing away.

"Time to get the results!"

"Text me the result!" The young girl called eagerly after her father, smiling happily at the thought of being correct.

"Freya! Did u tell dad about the Bordeaux mixture and Arsenic poison theory?" A girl's voice called over from the bathroom, and soon a young girl of age 13 popped out of the bathroom, beaming with happiness.

"He said that Molly's already testing it." Freya frowned, massaging her aching temples. "Pa, can I get an Advil please? My head's throbbing and school hasn't even started."

"There's some on the counter, just try to calm down, the three have cogs of speed in those heads of yours'!" John, called over from the couch, perched with a cup o' coffee and a newspaper.

"I know, I know. Gwen, come on. Let's get going. We're learning about atoms today in Science. How exciting is that?" She wringed her hands and her voice dripped with annoyance and boredom.

Gwen looked at me with a pout, her brow furrowed. Her hair was a deep color of chocolate; John's and Sherlock's hair combined. She had highlights, which sizzled through the two buns at the top of her head.

With a soft sigh, Gwen grabbed her backpack, slipping out of the house with stealth.

"Good luck girls!" John's voice sounded through the door, and the two girls waved him off as they raced down the stairs.

"Bleeeeh." Freya tapped her foot on the tiled floor from the back of the science class, bored out of her mind. Her high cheekbones shone with light as she turned to face the window. Her hand bouncing, agitated and annoyed at the stupidity of her class, she called over her teacher's talking.

"Atoms are the basic units of matter and they define the structure of elements. They are made up of three particles, protons, neutrons, and electrons. Protons and neutrons are heavier that electrons and reside in the center of the atom, called the nucleus. Electrons are lightweight and exist in orbiting clouds around the nucleus. The electron clouds have a radius of 10,000 times larger than the nucleus. Need I say more?"

Silence strung out in the room as they watched Freya in silence. Shaking her head, she scoffed, "You people are so much stupider than I thought. How is it in those silly little heads? Must be so boring."

" ! Control yourself!" Her teacher looked baffled, and she shook a finger at nothing in particular. "Get out of my sight! I will call your fathers and we'll see what they say about this nonsense!"

"Please! I don't belong in this class. I help my fathers solve crime cases, and I've learned this when I was 9! So please! Take me out of this hell, so I can join my father and see if I was correct in solving a case!" Freya's cries made the others filch, but she stood her ground, crossing her hands at her chest.

After moments of silence, Freya's phone chimed.

"Put that away this minute!" Her teacher's shrill cry cut through the thick silence broken only by the chime.

"No! Wait." Freya lifted a hand as if to stop, and pulled out her phone, quickly scrolling down towards her messages. She read quickly, her eyes widening and a grin spreading up her face as she spoke.

Molly checked the Arsenic poison, and you were correct. His apples and his pear was coated in a Bordeaux mixture with the poison. Good job you two.

-S.H

"Yes! Haha! Booya!" Freya cried, pumping the air with her fist.

"What is this silly nonsense about!" A male voice sounded from the door, and eyes fixed on him.

The head of the school stood with an arched brow, his eyes skimming the class.

"Ms. Holmes? What is this about?"

Excitement pulsed through her as she spoke. "I just solved a case with my fathers! I-it was a case that the police wasn't able to solve for weeks! Huh! And here I am, instead of by my father's side! How great is this?"

The head's hooded eyes scanned the class, before announcing, "Ms. Holmes. Come with me."

Rolling her eyes, Freya followed. Winking to her teacher, she laughed, "Ta ta!"

She strolled after the head, excitement clouding her judgment. Finally it dawned on her that she was being taken somewhere else. Frowning, she asked.

"Where are we going?"

But there was no answer. Instead, the head lead her out of the school and out to a darkened alley. Freya stopped, her eyes widening as she realized something.

"Oh my God." She gasped, taking a step back. Turning, she tried to run, but a hand clamped down on her arm.

"What? Let go of-Agh! Umf!" A cloth suddenly slammed into her mouth, muffling her speech. Darkness surged before her as her struggles weakened. Sobbing, she felt her knees buckled, and she slid to the floor. Her consciousness was weakening, and she could not see.

A sharp stab pricked her arm, and she felt something flow into her. Gasping against the cloth, she struggled, though her body was weak.

"You'll be a fine toy."

That was the last she heard before she slid into darkness.

A.N Hey guys! Welcome my new story! Stolen love! I hoped you enjoyed it, and tell me if you did! I also have one other story I'm working on, and it would mean a lot if you could go over and check it out! Thanks!

Thank you for reading and please review! :D

-Demi