"It's starting, it's starting! Get over here!"

"We still have five minutes," Sherlock muttered, but he came over to join John on the sofa. "Waste of time."

"Don't know why you're so worried - we lived it. We know we survived." John shoved playfully at Sherlock's shoulder, but his gaze stayed locked on BBC One. "Why do you think they called this episode the Six Thatchers? I only remember one."

Sherlock scowled. "I don't trust Moftiss," he grumbled. "They exaggerate."

"So do you."

"They said I didn't know the earth went around the sun!"

"And?" John laughed. "You said, and I quote, 'I don't see why-'"

"Ssh, it's starting!" Sherlock interrupted, suddenly interested in the telly. It wasn't, but that didn't seem to matter.

John laughed again, but he dropped the subject. "Berk."

"Pedant," Sherlock muttered under his breath. Then, louder: "You really think they'll tell the truth?"

"About us?" John rolled his eyes, but pulled Sherlock into a long kiss. One with a fair amount of tongue. When they finished Sherlock's hair was mussed and sticking up adorably. "It's about time someone knew, isn't it?"

Sherlock frowned. "It's rather an implausible story," he mused. "Army doctor-"

"-and consulting detective-"

"-and the episode with the elephant, and-"

A loud cry from upstairs made both of them jump.

John sighed. "And our baby."


Hey y'all! You may have noticed I'm not posting on here anymore - that's because updating fics here is three times the work and still sometimes manages to screw up. I'm on AO3 as wendymarlowe, though, and I'll be posting there (including finishing my unfinished fics). I'm also on Twitter as wendyqualls if you want more of my writing :-)