A.N: Alright now that you guys know I am not dead I have to clear some stuff up:
A) I just kept putting off writing this and I'm only now getting a chance to write this so this chapter probably won't be proof read like normal.
B) I am currently not at home and in Galway for my aunts birthday while writing this.
Now, onto the story!
Chapter 4: A Return to Baker Street
Molly stood before the trio, who had only just finished their icecream and were about to go get Harry's results, looking quite shocked.
"All right there Molly?" John asked after she had stood there for nearly 30 seconds without saying anything.
"Um, y-yes. I just got the results back for that DNA test I did and...well the results are shocking." She finally mangaged to get out.
"And...?" Sherlock pushed and as Molly opened her mouth to speak Sherlock silenced her with a raise of his hand.
"John hand me your phone." Sighing, John did just that. He learned it was easier for all involved parties to just shut up and do what Sherlock says when he gets like this.
Sherlock typed away on Johns phone for a moment and handed it back to John. He looked down at the typed message and just had to roll his eyes.
At Bart's. Tests finished. Appart relationship through blood between us and Harry. Get name change papers ready. -SH
"You're still going on about that?" John asked exasperated.
"Of course. Harry is quite a boring name and even said one year old agrees with me. Please continue Molly."
"Um...W-well your a father Sherlock. Congratulations." with that Molly briskly walked away, leaving only the folder she came down with on the table. When John looked back on this memory later in life he will claim that it is the first, if only time, he ever saw Sherlock left speachless by something Molly said.
Sherlock, after finally relising what he had been told a few moments ago, quickly reached for the folder and read through it in record time.
"Soo...Congratulations?" John really had no idea what to say in this situation.
Sherlock glared at him. "John, I don't think you are understanding the importance of this revelation." before John had a chance to speak Sherlock continued. "I don't have any momeries of me getting Lily pregnant, courting her or being a donor for her. I barely have any memories of speaking to her as well. The data just doesn't add up."
"...Maybe you deleted it?" John was getting confused now too and watched as Sherlock ran a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Fathering a child or the circumstances that lead to it, is not something I would willingly delete. It's almost as if-" Sherlock froze.
"As if what Sherlock?"
"Something I'm sure doesn't exist and if it does exist then I have a new porblem to solve." Sherlock looked down at Harry, who had been watching the conversation with intrest. John doubted he knew what was going on and was probably pretty confused, but he had no idea what was going to happen next.
"Sherlock, what are we going to do about Harry?" John asked only to recieve the 'you're an idiot' look.
"I had an idea, but I doubt you will approve of it."
"What is it?" He doubted he really wanted to know.
"We take him home John, at least until the wills have been read. We can figure out what to do then." Sherlock stated simply, and John was suprised.
"That would be acceptable if that plan didn't involve a flat full of body parts, dangerous chemicals, lot's of objects that could damage a childs mental and physical health and a lack of space." Sherlock waved his hand dismisivly and sat back with his hands clasped beneath his chins, thinking about what John had just told him.
"What time is it?" He asked suddenly, looking John in the eye.
"Ah... 9:30 a.m."
"How about we get some toys on the way back? Toys distract one year olds right? He should be fine so long as you keep an eye out for him."
"Wait, why am I keeping an eye on your son?"
"John be realistic. I will probably get wrapped up in one of my experiments and will let him play with one of the more dangerous chemicals from my lack of paying attention to him. Besides, everyone in Scotland Yard seems to regard you as more so my babysitter than friend, wrong as they are I feel it will be entertaining to put some truth in that statement."
Sherlocks phone going of interupted what would have been John's protesting.
Will arange for such papers to be brought over tomorrow. Will reading at 4:00 p.m tomorrow at my fake official residence. Please inform John so that you shall not be late and be sure to take Harry with you. John may come if you wish. -MH
"The will reading is tomorrow, so Harry will most definetly be staying the night at the least."
"What time?"
"4 o'clock. You may join us if you wish." Now Sherlock was the one reciving the 'you-are-an-idiot' look.
"Of course I'm coming. Now, are we planning on heading back home anytime today? We need to pick up some toys and clothing first but then we should be fine."
"I thought you would never ask." Sherlock said with a grin as he picked up the child on his lap and stood up, only stopping to get his coat and scarf back on, and headed outside with John at his side and Harry on his shoulders.
After stopping at a nearby Tescos and picking up some toys, baby food, nappies and other necessities, the small army made their way home on foot, seeing as they lived only five minutes away.
The walk its self was normal, except for the fact that every time they entered a new street Sherlock would tell Harry what the name of the street was, as if expecting him to remember all the names.
Not much longer than the trio had crossed the entrance to 221b Baker Street had appeared from around the corner to greet them.
"Hello boys, how was the case?" She asked them kindly as Sherlock hung his coat on the door, before realising John was holding a child (Sherlock had passed Harry to him a few minutes ago during their walk).
"Boys, where did this child come from?" She asked kindly and quite calmly.
"Me aparently." was Sherlock's reply before he had walked away and up the stairs.
"What he means is that, according to a DNA test, Harry here is Sherlock's son." John explained quickly at Sherlock's terrible, blunt way of telling her.
"Well isn't he a cutie." She cooded and Harry gave her a bright smile, showing off the few baby teeth he had.
"Call me Nana Martha dear," she told him and, after Harry nodded his agreement, turned to John. "Here, let me help you with those bags, just this once mind you. After all, I'm not your house keeper."
"Thanks, ."
Once up the stairs and inside the mess Sherlock and John called 'home', John could see Sherlock in the kitchen, looking at something in the microwave. John simply shook his head fondly, used to his friends strange experiments. He told to just leave the bags on the messy coffee table and that he would just get some toys out from there to play with Harry until Sherlock finished his experiments. left soon after that, telling John to shout if he needed her.
And so, John sat down with Harry on the living room's floor, feeling a bit silly, and asked him "So...what do you want to play with first?" Harry smiled and pointed at the building blocks.
"Tha' un!" John smiled and nodded.
"Good choice. Alright lets start with those then."
Sherlock peeked out the kitchen doorway and smirked. He had finished his experiment on how heat can affect scents left over a period of time, hence the body parts in the microwave (it might not be a nice smell but it is a strong smell) and had decided to watch his friend and his newly discovered son 'bond' over the building blocks. It was a sentiment thing, he supposed, that made him almost consider joining them before he decided against it. No, Sherlock knew nothing about children and would end up messing up. At least, he thought so. He walked into the living room and picked up a note book, quickly adding the notes he made earlier into it and, as he turned to leave, got stopped by a hand of his shoulder.
Following the hand, he found the body it was attached to. John. Of course it was John. Who else would it be?
"Go play with Harry, Sherlock. I need to use the loo any way and he is your son."
"But John, I-"
"Do not know a thing about children or sentiment?" John guessed. "Yes, I know. Just talk to him Sherlock. He's quite the funny and intelligent kid." Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"And how do you figure that?"
"Most kids his age can say about three words total. He can already say short sentences. He just built a pretty sound tower out of blocks" Sherlock glanced at the pretty large tower that had been built " and he said a few things that really follow your dry sense of humor. You'll like him and get along just fine." Sherlock still looked a bit skeptical.
"Trust me Sherlock. You have, as you have said, a soft spot for children. You gave this one life and prevented him from being left to negletful at best relatives. You already care about him, you just haven't realised it yet." Sherlock nodded and picked Harry up of the floor and walked over to the window facing the other side of Baker Street. John smiled to himself as he walked off, mission accomplised.
"So, then Harry. Have you ever played deductions?" Sherlock asked him and Harry shook his head.
"Well then, allow me to enlighten you with a game and example." And so the two of them played deductions, well about as well as one can with a one year old baby with a limited vocabulary. It would take Sherlock about half an hour to realise John still wasn't back and for him to bring him downstairs to play with them.