Told you Chapter two would be up soon :)
I'm really shocked about all the people who seem to have read it already! :D
Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter just as much, or even more then the last :)
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It was a normal Saturday morning at 221b, Sherlock was laying on the sofa reading a news paper, while John was sitting in an arm chair on his laptop. Editing his blog.
"John" Sherlock asked him, not taking his eyes away from the paper he was reading.
"Yes?" John replied, looking up from his laptop.
"You've, been acting strange lately, ever since we found out about Molly infact, you keep fussing over her, you're always excited and asking her if you can go to scans with her...you're always talking about babi..." Sherlock started to say, as what he thought was a realiseation hit him "oh...oh... you want children."
John signed, he knew that had been the impression he had been giving off, and he knew that, that is what Sherlock would think... but it wasn't... well.. it was but...
"It's not that simple" was all John said, before getting up and retreating to their room.
Sherlock wasn't sure what to do, he sat on the sofa, looking towards their bedroom, his deduction's where never wrong, never. So if John wanted children, what could it not be simple? Did he think that it was hard for same sex couples to have children? No, he can't have... he read the paper and watched the news. He saw all the fuss that was being made over making it eaiser for them to have rights, and be able to have children. Sherlock just couldn't understand.
After sometime trying to think, Sherlock heard a strange sound coming from his and John's room, worried he got up and made his way towards it. And there, John lay on the bed crying his poor little heart out.
"John..." Sherlock said tenderly, he loved John, he loved him more then anything. But that didn't mean he was any better at understanding and showing emotion. "I'm not good with all this emotion stuff John, you know I can't deduce it, I don't have the data. Please... Help me, help you."
John could hear how worried Sherlock was, he hated it when Sherlock had to face things he didn't understand, because of how little it happened. He could see how vurnerable Sherlock felt at times like these, how he wished he knew more about emotion. And it hurt John to know he wasn't helping, but confusing Sherlock.
He didn't understand what had got him so upset anyway, he had been living with this all his life, why was it so suddenly effecting him? Taking a deep breath John looked out the window in to the streets of London.
"I'm ill Sherlock." John waited for Sherlock to go about deducing how he couldn't be ill, and how there must be some mistake because he wasn't wearing yellow socks. Or doing something Sherlocky. But there was silence, John quickly placed his eyes on Sherlock, and saw his eyes where watering.
Sherlock reached out and took John in his arms and slient tears fell down his cheeks, John didn't udnerstand what was wrong with Sherlock until he spoke.
"No John, don't be ill. You can't be ill! Please John, don't leave me... Don't go. Don't die." It was then John realised what Sherlock thought he'd meant. And he had to try his hardest to supress the laughter that was about to come flooding out of him. It failed.
"What!" Sherlock snapped looking at John. Frowning.
John just kept laughing, and trying to slowly regain himself.
"Not that kind of Ill Sherlock." John cleared his throat. "It's not so much the fact I'm ill... it's, it's hard to explain." John stuttered slightly.
Sherlock looked at him, he really looked at him, in a way he hadn't in almost a year. He didn't want to be able to deduct things about John so easily, so he had stopped looking for things to deduct with him. But now he was trying, trying more then he'd ever tried, and slowly things started to form in his mind.
- The saddness in John's eyes when he found out about Molly being pregnant.
- The sad smile when he saw young children with their parents.
- The quiver he'd had in his voice when he told Sherlock a story of having to tell a young girl she was never going to be able to have children.
- His anger when he heard people talk about abortion's
- The way he's face changed when he read something about a father or mother leaving their child.
Suddenly.
"You're infertile" Again, there was no question there, just a statment, and Sherlock soon realised what he said, and once again took John in his arms, holding him closely, John looked up at Sherlock and gave him a smile... not a happy smile, not the John smile Sherlock loved... But a sad smile, a broken smile.
"Not, well, yes... no.. kind of..." John mummbled as he looked away from Sherlock, his brows knotted in confusion as he tried to find the words to explain what exactly he was. "I'm not normal" He said at last, knowing that this was when he told Sherlock his secret. He'd finally be telling him the truth.
"What are you talking about John? You're perfectly normal, I'd have noticed if you weren't!" Sherlock was right, if it had been something normal John hadn't been normal with, he would have noticed, but this wasn't normal... not even close.
"Sherlock, you can only deduce something, if you know that something excists. If you don't, then how can you possible find it?"
"What are you talking about John? You went from saying you where infertile to giving me riddles, you know I don't like riddles." There was a slight panic in Sherlock's voice, like he was scared about what he was going to be hearing, or scared that John was right, and that he had missed something.
"Sherlock. Please let me explain, this is going to be hard for me, so you have to listen carefully." John's voice was tight, and Sherlock could tell that whatever it was, was of great importance to him.
Sherlock nodded, indecation for John to go on.
"When I was a baby, my mum and dad noticed I had some swelling on my stomach, worried they took me to the doctor, and it took them almost 8months to figure out what it is that was wrong..." John stopped, taking a deep breath and willing himself to carry on.
"The tests came back negative with everything they thought it might be, so they gave me scans after scan... and found... they found..." John didn't think he could do it, he didn't think he had it in him to tell Sherlock. His Sherlock.
"John, I love you... whatever it is, you can tell me. I won't leave you, I won't judge you. I promise." John looked at Sherlock... he could see the truth in his eyes and this gave him the strength to finish.
"They found after tests and scans, I have a uterus, a fully working uterus." John breathed slowly, not quite beliving what he had just said, not really understand that he had just told Sherlock... told Sherlock everything.
Sherlock looked slightly taken aback, but he held John to him, trying to get his genius brain to figure it out. He'd never heard of someone actually being like this, but he'd heard it was possible.
"So, infertile?" Sherlock asked, looking John in the eyes.
"I am, and I'm not... the doctors... they, they think its possible for ME to have a baby... but not to get a girl pregnant."
As John said this, an idea started forming in Sherlock's mind, he never thought about having Children with John, because there would always be one of them who was not, a biological parent... but now...
Sherlock smiled as he placed a small kiss on John's lips and thought about all the possiblities this meant for them
Ok, so it might take a while for chapter three to appear, but don't worry it will be on its way soon!
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