Chapter Title: The Beginning
Summary: Sherlock is trying to get into John's good side by planning his birthday.
Disclaimer: I do not owe Sherlock! It belongs to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat.
Author's note: Did anyone saw today's episode of Doctor Who, 'Dinosaurs On A Spaceship?' The actor who plays Gregory Lestrade in Sherlock was in that episode along with actor Mark William who plays Arthur Weasley in Harry Potter!
It's been three days since Sherlock had returned back to Baker Street. Three days since he told everything to John Watson, three days since John Watson told him his whole entire life story and its been three days since the two of them caught Sebastian Moran who was the final piece in Moriarty's web and the reason why Sherlock had returned back home. He had met little Shirley, and Sherlock could clearly tell that the baby was looking a lot more to John rather than Mary. It was as if it was the female version of John Watson. Well, technically it is the female version of John since it is his daughter.
So there he was, sitting in the spacious living room of Mycroft's flat as the two sat in front of each other near the fireplace. Sherlock had a problem, and he needed help. He was at Mycroft's flat because he would be able to understand it. He simply couldn't go to John as that was part of his problem.
"Why don't you tell him?" Sherlock perked up at the sound of Mycroft's voice, "This is about John, isn't it? Just tell him you're in love with him," Mycroft said.
"It's not that simple, Mycroft," Sherlock said.
"'It's not that simple?!' Sherlock! You talk to John in your MindPalace when you were overseas! That was the only way that you can survive your entire trip. It was like talking with the real John, wasn't it?" Mycroft asked.
"He has a daughter, Mycroft," Sherlock replied as he ignored the question.
"As long as the child doesn't have your genes, we don't need another Sherlock running around," Mycroft said as Sherlock glared at him. Mycroft gawked at him surprised, "You want a child," he said.
"You don't know this Mycroft, but I always wanted a child of my own someday," Sherlock said.
"You can use a surrogate mother," Mycroft suggested.
"It won't be the same," Sherlock replied.
"Sherlock, if you want to be with John, I'm sure he wants you to become Shirley's stepfather if you two go onto a relationship deeper than what you have already," Mycroft said.
Sherlock was about to reply when his phone rings. He answered it, "Sherlock Holmes," there was a brief paused as Sherlock listened to the other person before answering again. "Of course I'll be there. I'll text John to let him know," Sherlock said and he hung up the phone as he began to start a text.
"You're leaving so soon?" Mycroft asked.
"Lestrade needs me, double suicide," Sherlock replied as he finished his text and stood up. "Mycroft, I know we don't get along well, but thank you for everything," he said as Mycroft nodded and he watched his brother leave.
It was John's birthday tomorrow and the two of them hadn't celebrated John's birthday since before Sherlock's fake suicide. He wanted John's birthday to be special and he wants Shirley to come along with them. If he wants to pursue a relationship with John, he has to get along with Shirley also even if she wasn't his biological daughter. If he plays his card right, Shirley could become his stepdaughter and she would be like his own daughter.
Sherlock smiled at the thought as he entered the flat. Three years without John, it was living hell for him even though John was in his MindPalace. He entered upstairs and found John watching television, "where's Shirley?" Sherlock asked as he looked around.
"She's with Mrs. Hudson downstairs. Mrs. Hudson thought you and I needed to catch up," John replied.
"I see," Sherlock muttered as he looked at what John was watching, "Torchwood?" He asked with a raise eyebrow.
"It's a secret organization apart from the government that deals with aliens on Earth," John explained.
Sherlock snorted, "There's no such thing as aliens," he said as he sat down on the couch.
"It's Sci-Fi," John replied.
"There's no such thing as aliens," Sherlock said again.
John rolled his eyes, "Why don't you ask your brother about that?" He asked.
"Don't tell me you believe it!" Sherlock exclaimed surprised.
"I won't believe it unless I see one for myself," John said.
"You do believe it!" Sherlock said in awe.
"Okay, right, I do believe it. Now let me go back watching Torchwood," John said rolling his eyes as he went back into watching.
"Why didn't you come to the crime scene?" Sherlock asked slowly.
"Shirley needed me this morning, Mrs. Hudson didn't come home till around one o'clock," John explained.
"You could have still come over," Sherlock said.
"I know, I just wanted one off day without any crime scenes or surgery, you know?" John said as he didn't look at Sherlock.
"About tomorrow John…" Sherlock began but he was cut off.
"I'm spending the day with family, Sherlock. I hadn't seen Harry for quite awhile and I'm going to see her and Clara with Shirley. The two of them are thinking about getting remarried again," John said with a small smile.
Sherlock swore under his breath, it wasn't going as plan as he intended. "Why don't they come with us? I'm planning to take you and Shirley on a boat tour cruise," Sherlock said as he didn't think about what he had just said now.
John perked up, "Are you serious?" He asked.
Sherlock nodded, "I was going to surprise you tomorrow, but I decided to tell you today in case you were doing anything," he lied.
John frowned at him, "How long had you been planning this?" He asked.
"Not really that long, we hadn't celebrated your birthday since, well, you know…" Sherlock stammered.
"What kind of cruise?" John asked intrigued.
"Thames Dinner River Cruise," Sherlock replied.
"I don't think a dinner cruise is the best way for Shirley," John said.
"Look, will just bring her to the Notting Hill Carnival tomorrow and Mycroft can look after her during dinner," Sherlock lied again.
"Isn't he busy with the government?" John asked.
Sherlock sighed, "If his busy than possibly Mrs. Hudson," he said.
"Wait, whose going to get her?" John asked blinking.
"Mycroft knows everything," Sherlock said and John didn't disagree as he went back to watching Torchwood with a smile on his face and Sherlock went off to his room to contact Mycroft.
TBC...
me: This is a little something that I whipped up for Martin Freeman's birthday that's today. Hopefully I didn't messed anything up in this chapter?
Sherlock: That was fast!
me: Well, I was mostly writing yesterday and a bit this morning.
John: It's a bit OOC though, isn't it?
me: Yea, you noticed it too, huh? Sorry about that. It's been awhile since I had written.
Mycroft: One review? Please review!