Summary: James tells M about his visit with Silva and they find out the test results.

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Results

"James, John called. He said we need to go around to theirs later. He has the test results."

James took a sip of his coffee, eyes on the younger man, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Good. You nervous?"

"Little bit. What about you?"

"Excited. And very nervous."

"Hey, you know that no matter the results, you and me Nathan, we're forever right?"

Q smiled at his lover and, straddling his lap, pressed a kiss to James' lips.

"I know. You're such a sweetheart."

"No I'm not. I'm a 00 agent. We're tough as nails and have no heart."

"Now we both know that's not true."

James kissed his lover again, wrapping his arms around the thin waist.

"Not when it comes to barely legal Quartermasters."

James sat down across from M.

"You met Silva?"

"More like he accosted me on the street."

"What did he want?"

"To threaten us. More specifically, he threatened Q."

"I see. I'll place extra protection on Q, make sure he had somebody watching him 24/7. I'll handpick the team myself James. We'll make sure he's safe."

"And when I go on a mission?"

"We'll take you off foreign duties for now. All your work will be done here in London. That way if something does happen, you'll be close by."

"Thank you M. Is there anything else?"

"No, Eve has some new intelligence for you on the whole Dartmoor debacle."

"I'll take a look through it."

Q knocked on the door to 221B, James dragging himself up the steps to the front door.

"I still don't like Sherlock."

"I know, but he's my brother, so make an effort."

Sherlock opened the door, frowning at his little brother.

"You're early. Makes a difference. John is making tea."

"We won't be staying long. Just for the results."

"Because I make your boyfriend uncomfortable."

Nathan sighed. Sherlock looked so proud of himself.

"Yes brother dear, because you make James uncomfortable. James, not a word!"

James closed his mouth and glared at the back of Sherlock's head. Give him Mycroft any day. John walked into the sitting room with his cup of tea. He gave Sherlock a quick glare, a warning to his lover to behave.

"Nathan, James. Here for the results?"

"Please."

The doctor smiled at the couple, as James placed a reassuring hand on Nathan's knee."

"Well, Nathan, congratulations. You're pregnant."

A/N Come on, who didn't see this coming? Next chapter, James and Q tell Mycroft the news and Q receives his first baby present.