UBER MAJOR PLOT SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF SHERLOCK! (yes I have to yell because this has HUGE spoilers! Read at your own risk!)
Author: Skybloodfox
Title: Mary + Shelly= Frankenstein
Plot: Six months after Mary gives birth her past finally catches up to her.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the gods of Moffat and Sir Author Conan Doyle.
Warnings: character death, Angst!John, Sherlock/John,
Six months after His Last Vow...
There are hundreds of different kinds of baby formula depending upon the age and weight of the child. Granted, there are a variety of differing flavours and brands, but thankfully the little girl in question was like her father when it came to food; if it was warm and looked good, then brand, style, or the pictures of dancing children on the formula packaging did not matter. Pleased, John reached out for the yellow can of formula with a little unicorn on it.
"She doesn't like that kind."
Sighing, John hung his head.
"Yes, Sherlock, she does."
"It makes her hiccup,"
"That's because you're holding the bottle wrong,"
Sherlock scowled.
"I am not holding the bottle wrong. Since Shelly's birth I have read over six hundred infant care books, I have watched two-hundred hours of YouTube videos on holding infants, and I attended each and every prenatal class with Mary. I know exactly what I am doing."
"Oh yes, the classes, those were fun," John mumbled. Two men and a pregnant woman, at first he had explained to the coach that Sherlock was a friend, and not his partner, and that Mary was his wife. The kind smile on the coaches' face was the reason John had quite going after the second class and left Sherlock with Mary. Mary, however, seemed amused about the entire event.
"Shelly likes the one with the smiling teddy bears, although I'm not certain why, with teddy bears being a creation of American propaganda politics via Teddy Roosevelt." Sherlock explained looking bored.
John looked at the smiling teddy bear brand and sighed.
"Fine, I'll get the teddy bears, but you can explain to Mary why we got the wrong brand, and you can return it for the refund." John said, plucking the container off the shelve and placing it the basket alongside the carrots, potatoes, and the chicken for Sundays supper.
"Refund, John?" Sherlock asked in horror. "You know the cashier hates me, the way he looks at me with his little beetle eyes. The man has an obsession with corkscrews, can you imagine that?"
"Sherlock," John warned and Sherlock sniffed, stalking down the aisle with John following behind, pulling out his mobile from his pocket. He checked to see if there were any missed calls, or if Mary had called asking for anything else from the store. Nothing, well, better sure then sorry John mused as he dialled Mary's number. While the phone rang, John looked at the diapers noticing they were on sale.
"Sherlock, Sherlock!" John called and Sherlock stopped his stalking, almost at the end of the aisle. He spun on his heel. "Can you grab the diapers? They're on sale,"
Sherlock frowned and walked to John's side, squinting at the brand.
"This brand is being recalled because the leak guard doesn't work and the reports of diaper rash are statistically higher than with other brands." Sherlock explained and John bit his lip as the phone continued to ring.
Ever since Shelly was born, Sherlock who had been focusing on finding Moriarty had made a three-hundred and sixty degree turn with his attention and paranoia regarding Shelly's safety. Hell, Sherlock had even programmed the TV so only child safe television would air.
'...just leave a message after the beep,' the electronic voice chirped and John shook his head, placing his mobile back into his pocket.
"She must be with the baby," John said at Sherlock's questioning look.
"Really? Shelly doesn't get up from her nap until..." Sherlock checked his watch. "Until eight minutes from now."
John sighed and walked down the aisle heading towards the checkout with Sherlock on his heels.
"That's funny, Mary doesn't seem to be picking up," John said as he and Sherlock walked down the street. The ringing tone and then the electronic voice mail was his only response.
"John."
"Hmm?" John asked abstinently as he dialled Mary's phone again.
"John!"
"What?" John snapped, looking up from his phone to the sight of flashing red and blue lights illuminating the front doors of the neighbourhood.
"John, wait here!" Sherlock yelled as he ran down the street and around the corner.
John stood there, bag of groceries in one hand, phone in the other hand, blinking slowly. Before he realised it, he dropped the groceries and was running down the side of the street and around the corner, the lights brighter and the coroner van parked in front of his, no, his and Mary's door.
Mary.
John was running for the door, even when police grabbed him and forcing him back, he flung one officer over his shoulder and dropped the other officer with an automatic sweep kick, his military instincts in full force. There was more yelling and Lestrade was standing at the doorway now, his features grim as he stepped out and the coroner followed behind him, black body bag on the stretcher.
John screamed, at least he think he screamed because now he was on the ground and there were police officers piled high on top of him making it difficult to breathe, to scream. He must have screamed because Lestrade's face turned from grim to surprise then to horror as he ran towards John, barking orders to get off of him as the stretcher rolled down the driveway and into the back of the coroner's van. The last thing John saw before his vision became blurry and he fell unconscious, was Sherlock emerging from the front door, holding a screaming and blood soaked Shelly and looking completely and utterly lost.
So, erm, what'cha all think?