Broody, and Not In the Way You Might Think

by BernardTheWolf

3. (adj.)- (informal) wishing to have a baby of one's own (mainly concerning females). In which Sherlock professes to John he wants a child and utter chaos ensues. NO, this is NOT MPreg, and NO, this does NOT have any gender-bending in it. I swear to you! T for the occasional curse word and suggestive themes. Multi-chaptered!

1. Contemplation

*A/N: Hello my beauties! Time for more happy-cracktastic(ish)-fun time! This is a multi-chaptered little ficlet about a lovely misunderstanding and the afterwards between our favorite Dynamic Duo (but if you like Batman's better, that's fine too.) ^^'

Try not to take this fic to seriously, it's just for fun.

Disclaimer: do I really need to?

Chapter 1: Contemplation

John was beginning to worry about his flatmate. This was not an uncommon occurrence in the slightest, but the doctor was honestly concerned that Sherlock's infamous boredom fits had, as of late, literally debilitated his mind. His tantrum continued for a short three hours before finding a snippet of something in the paper and falling into an impermeable silence. At first it was a heaven-sent for John, but after a while he became concerned. The consulting detective had been perched on the arm of the chair nearest to his favorite window, peering out and as far as Watson had witnessed, hadn't moved in a full three days. He was sure he had, it just hadn't been privy to his line of sight.

He had attempted to talk to his friend and ask him what he was on about, but he was only waved away or growled at. After that John just left him to his own devices. He would surface. Eventually.

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It was some time in the evening after John had gotten home from the clinic and was sitting in front of the television eating a microwave dinner while Sherlock remained pensively at his post. With no alert, the taller man rose from the chair and sauntered over, rear end exceedingly sore, no doubt. He switched off the telly (the chagrin of his compatriot) and faced the latter.

"What is it Sherlock?" John sighed tiredly, knowing this would be another one of his capricious schemes thought up in one of his dire times of need without his precious 'entertainment'.

"John," Sherlock started pacing, hands going to their normal contemplative steeple beneath his chin and John knew this was going to be bad.

"I've decided I want to have a child."

John Watson's jaw hit the floor faster than his teacup did.

*A/N: Already working on chapter two if you guys are wondering! Reviews are cupcakes!