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Sherlock Generations

Chapter 1: My dear boy

"I'm sorry to have called you out again John." Mycroft said reading through the files on his desk "but i need you to deliver something to Sherlock for me." John looked at him. "Ok what is it?" He asked. "No wait. Why do i have to do it?" Mycroft looked at him. "Nevermind." Mycroft waved his hand. "Bring him in." His assistant brought in a young boy around 15. He had short black like hair and blue eyes. He sort of looked the smallest bit like Sherlock. John looked at him. "You want me to deliver a boy." Mycroft nodded. "Yes." John looked at the boy again. "Why?" The boy looked at John. "Uncle Mike when am i gonna be able to sit down. I've been standing for hours." Mycroft glared at him. "Because.. He's."

"My son." Sherlock read of the piece of paper he was reading. "Yep. Apparently." John said. "How can he be your son. You've never... atleast i don't think." Sherlock shook his head. "No. No. Think! Think. Back 15 years ago." He said. His mind flew back. "Sherlock dear please." His mother asked. "Fine." He sighed. He opened his eyes in the present day. "Oh." He said putting down the file. "Oh?" John asked. "Oh What?" Sherlock scrunched up his face. "Doesn't matter. Ok so i am now your legal guardian. Why?" He looked at the boy. "No wait." He walked over to him looking at his face. Words popping our at him. Tears? Tired eyes... perfume? women's.. 15 15 15. "Ah ha!" He shouted scaring them. "Your mother. She... She passed away. Didn't she?" The boy nodded.

"I'm sorry." John said. The boy nodded. "What's your name?" He looked back at Sherlock. "Joshua. You can call me Josh." Sherlock nodded. He shook his hand. "Errmm..." He looked around. "Mrs Hudson!" He called. The older woman appeared at the doorway. "Yes Sherlock?" He pointed to the boy. "Do we have any rooms?" She thought. "Err... Yes, Yes. There's one near John's." Sherlock nodded and smiled. He lead Josh up to his new room. "This is where you will be staying." Josh nodded. "I'll leave you to get settled in." He then left. Josh observed his new room. His 'father' was right his mother had died. She was a single parent. Always provided for him. But some bloody drunk driver, ran her over. She died instantly. He sighed and fell onto his bed. Yay to a new life. In 221B Baker Street.

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"Josh!" Sherlock called. "Is he coming?" John asked. "If he wants." Sherlock said putting on his coat. Josh ran down the stairs. "Here's the deal. I'm a consulting detective and i have a case. You want to come with John and i?" Josh thought then shrugged. "Ok." He ran upstairs and got his leather jacket. "Let's go. Goodbye Mrs Hudson!" She walked out of her room. "Bye loves!" When they left the building Sherlock called for a Taxi. "Ok. What's the case?" John asked. "Woman found dead. That's all it say's." Josh looked out window. "Not very interesting." He sighed. Sherlock smiled. "Oh but it is."

A while later...

"She was stabbed fifteen times in the... area." Sherlock observed. He looked at her hand. "We-" Josh interrupted. "Wedding ring. So she's married. Husband said he found her like that and had no reason to kill. Or did he. She's pregnant so the child's not his obviously meaning an afair. Woman get's pregnant, husband get's mad and in a fit of rage kills her." Everyone looked at him. "Oh he's definitely your son!" John said. "Wait! Your son?" Anderson asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Yes. And he's got it straight on." He got up to leave. "But you're you. How could you have a son?!" Sherlock sighed angry. "Because... Because i ... i can't say it's embarrassing. Let's go." John and Josh followed him out. Anderson looked at them.

They were walking though London when Sherlock took a sharp right. "Who's hungry?" They all walked into a small restaurant. "What's wrong why won't you tell us how you're his father?" John asked. Sherlock rolled his head. "15 years ago. My mother made me and Mycroft do something for people." John egged him on with his expression. "She made us donate our sperm." He looked down red. John chuckled. "No sorry. Sorry. Not funny. funny. Ok that's over. Let's leave it." He put his hands up and continued eating. Josh was chuckling behind a menu. "Oi!" Sherlock scolded. "Sorry."

When they left the restaurant a girl accidentally ran into Josh. "Sorry! Sorry!" She looked behind her. "Are you ok?" Josh asked. She looked out of it. "Yeah. Ermm... Sorry. Got to go!" She then ran off again. They all looked at her. "Well let's go home shall we?" Sherlock said. They nodded. Back to good old 221B Baker Street.

Ok first Sherlock story, ever so sorry if it's bad. Hope you enjoyed!