It was some time before Mycroft could arrange the abortion. Finding a reputable doctor willing to perform that kind of procedure on someone of Sherlock's bloodlines was difficult, no matter what fee was offered. In spite of this, Mycroft had to admit - although never to Sherlock - that he could have arranged it faster. He couldn't help feeling that, although his brother clearly had no intention of telling the father, the boy deserved a chance to know, even if it meant finding out by himself. The input of Greg - whom Mycroft had had vetted the moment Sherlock left his office that evening - would probably at least prompt his brother to think about his plans a little more carefully, to be sure of his actions, instead of making panicky decisions.

Sherlock bumped into Greg in the car park on the way out of school about three weeks later.

"Sherls!" Greg called, jogging across from where he'd parked his motorbike - Sherlock couldn't help but notice he was all clad in those figure-hugging leathers again - "Hey ya! Long time no see, where have you been hiding yours-" Greg broke off suddenly, his nostrils flaring.

How could he have forgotten? Sherlock chastised himself. How could he have forgotten that alpha's could smell pregnancy hormones, and even their own DNA? How?

"Sherls… are you in the club?" Greg asked, in a low and gentle voice, a little like the one in which he had spoken to him that night when they were…

Shaking the thought from his head, Sherlock looked stricken for a moment, then replied, "Don't worry, I shan't be for much longer."

"You're… you're going to get rid of it?" Sherlock knew immediately that it had been the wrong thing to say. Greg looked as though he'd been kicked in the stomach. Twice. "Were you even going to talk to me?" The older boy demanded, wide eyed and serious faced.

Sherlock shrugged "What is there to talk about? It's practically taken care of."

"Don't you want it?"

"It's impractical." Sherlock replied, avoiding Greg's gaze.

"Course it is." Greg replied, hollowly, his eyes showing disbelief.

"Neither of us is ready for this."

"Speak for yourself."

"In this world, I have to." Sherlock replied, quietly, finally seeking out the other boy's eyes "No one else will."

Greg stared at him for the longest time, resignation barely concealing the hurt in his eyes. Something like guilt stirred in Sherlock's chest, but what else could he do?

"I guess it's your decision." Greg said, eventually. "But if you change your mind-" Sherlock glared and Greg held his hands up in a mock surrender gesture "I'm not saying you will, but if you do, come and tell me, yeah?"

Sherlock nodded once, a brisk acknowledgement of understanding and nothing more. His face was emotionless, blank. "Well, I'll see you around." He said, turning to go

Suddenly Greg thought of something. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Sherlock half-turned back "Sorry?"

"When you go to… you know."

"Do you want to?" Sherlock asked, looking surprised.

"If you want me there."

"Why would I want you there?" Sherlock asked, winced and blushed "That didn't come out right."

"It's okay. I dunno… moral support I s'pose. It's supposed to be scary, isn't it?"

Sherlock nodded, "Very well then. I'll let you know when it is."

"Okay."

Sherlock hesitated before asking "You want me to keep him, don't you?"

"I… him?" Greg queried

"It. Whatever."

"Why him though?"

"Him, her, it, what's the difference?"

"There isn't one, I s'pose…" Greg said, but he gave him an odd look "I won't lie, I'd be happy to have a kid now, yeah, but I also want you, and if you're not ready, then I don't wanna force you."

"You want me?"

"Well… yeah. Wait, you didn't think- I don't do that with just anybody Sherls." He finished, with a tiny embarrassed smile on his face

"You really want… me?"

"Yeah. Have done since I met you."

"Even though I'm going to…"

"Yeah." Greg replied, softly, nodding and chewing on his lip, the way he always did when he was nervous.

"Oh."

"So… do you wanna give it a go? Us."

"I'll make mistakes." Sherlock warned

"So will I." Greg shrugged

"I'm hard and cold." Sherlock added

"You could've fooled me the other night. Hard maybe, but cold… uh-uh." Greg replied shaking his head with a slight smiled.

Sherlock blushed furiously. "Well okay then."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes."

"Does it change anything?"

"No."

"No. I didn't think so."

"Goodnight Greg."

"Night Sherlock."