First time writing a Fanfiction ever. I apologize beforehand for my English.

From this prompt on kinkmeme:

Drunk/stoned one night stand leave Harry pregnant with Sherlock Baby. She dies when the child is born.

John and Sherlock need to care for the baby.

Edit: Now betaed! =]


There was a knock on the door.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock yelled. John was, once again, not home. He was spending more and more time at Sarah's lately. Not that it had anything to do with Sherlock really. No. Not at all.

The knock became more persistent.

"Mrs. Hudson!" Still no answer. It seemed that their landlady was out as well, it must have been her bingo night.

Sherlock contemplated not answering the door but decided against it. He had nothing to do anyway.

He opened the door. A woman with short blonde hair was looking back at him.

"At last! I was starting to think no one would ever answer!" Harriet Watson snapped at him.

"John isn't here," Sherlock snapped back.

"When will he be back?"

"Not sure."

"Are you going to let me in?"

Sherlock didn't budge from the doorframe.

"C'mon… He'll be back sometime surely? I mean he still lives here right?" Harry shot Sherlock an annoyed look, the look that John made when Sherlock was being extra stubborn or was disrupting his date.

It wasn't fair. How could he turn her away when she looks so much like him?

Sherlock let Harry in. As he followed Harry up the stairs, even though his face remained impassive, twenty four reasons why he might regret this decision ran through his mind.

Sherlock sat back on the couch while Harry looked around.

"This place is still a mess," She commented.

Sherlock ignored her.

Harry searched around the kitchen and found a clean glass. She opened the bottle of brandy that she brought and started pouring.

"What are you doing?" Asked Sherlock.

"Killing time. It doesn't seem like John will be back any time soon." She took a sip.

Sherlock frowned. John would be mad if he knew Harry got drunk here. John, who wasn't here, who was with Sarah right now.

Sherlock sighed, and took a glass and sat with Harry.

After the second glass everything started to blur.

"…you do like my brother don't you?" Harry chuckled. She had the same chuckle as John.

Sherlock didn't remember his answer. But he remembered that Harry started to giggle after hearing his answer.

The same giggle as John. The same little wrinkle around her eyes…

John…johnjohnjohnjohn...

So Sherlock kissed her.

Six hours later, Harry woke up with a terrible headache and saw Sherlock sitting on the bed beside her.

"Shit."

"I think 'Shit' is quite appropriate regarding this situation."

"It was a mistake." Harry started to panic.

"Yes."

"We will never tell John, ok?"

"Agreed."