Summary: four years after his fall Sherlock receives a visit from Mycroft with a set of twins in tow...that look like him. How will these children change his life and will it be for the better? And what happens when an old enemy sets their eye on his offspring? Rated 'm' for future chapters concerning blood gore and Johnlock read and review please!

Rating: M for future chapters due to violence blood, gore and maybe a little something-something between John and Sherlock

Disclaimer: …not mine blah blah blah (only two of the characters are so {blows raspberry})

ATTN: Thank you to dracomalfoylover666 for not only following but favoriting my story (Squeels with glee!) and to BlackPanzy for following the story.

I have up to chapter 12 written but my hand writing is tiny and not what you'd call neat (Also work over-nights at a gas station) so bear with me

Chapter Eight

Fear and Old Scars Yet To Heal

John stared at Sherlock in fear. For he knew that even though they curled up together at night they have never done this. Now that line has been crossed and if he so chose to Sherlock could beat him within an inch of his life. "Err…" He said placing his hands on the detective's chest to lift himself up. He didn't get very far before he felt his best friends grip tighten on his waist was yanked down again. "I don't want you to move… you're very comfy." Sherlock rumbled and started to stoke his hands up and down his doctor's back, treating him in a very cat like manner. "But the children…" John argued feebly making Sherlock glare. "The twins are up in their room. If you did not want to lie with me you do not have to make up some excuse to get out of it. Just tell me so." He snarled and moved his arms away, freeing the doctor from his vice like grasp. "Its….Its not that… I don't want to…" John blinked at his tone, his last words muffled as he half buried his face into the detective's shirt.

Sherlock placed his arms back around his best friend, cuddling him to his chest. "I like this…" He whispered softly. He loved the feeling of his Johns warm body pressed against his even though it made him drowsy and empty headed. "Alright numpty we should get to bed your falling asleep." John muttered jolting Sherlock into wakefulness. "Wait…I have to say goodnight to them…" The detective yawned making John chuckle.


"Do you think Sherlock is angry at us? I mean John does have PTSD…" Lucian whispered across the gap between their beds. "I don't think so…I mean he did get to cuddle with him." Lily whispered back as she laced her fingers with her brothers and let their clasped hands dangle in the air. "Hey..I want ted to shay goodnigh...'fore you and he went to shleep…" Came a slurred baritone from the doorway.

Both twins jolted in fear for they knew what an adult's slur meant and it was usually either drugs or alcohol. The only thing they didn't know was which of them he was going to harm first. To make matters worse this seemingly doped up man was blocking their only exit out of the room. "Alright you said good night now go to bed before you fall down." Came a lighter tone from behind Sherlock making him visibly jump. "Sorry you two but he fell asleep on the couch and wanted to say goodnight before going to bed. Sorry if he startled you we'll see you in the morning." John smiled at them before pulling the tired detective out of the doorway.

"Tired? But he…" Lucian stated but Lily finished. "Looked high and slurred like a drunk?" She almost snarled making him nod his head. "Well we have been up here for a while who knows what they were doing." Lucian whispered clutching her hand in desperation. He knew that if Sherlock were to come in here with the intention to do either of them physical harm they had no way of getting out of there and if HE came after Lucian…Lily would automatically try and get the detective to take out his aggression on her instead. It had always been this way, if someone came after Lily Lucian would jump in and the reverse if someone came after him. But Lily had always been the tougher one even though she was the smaller of the two.

"We really did fall asleep on the couch…" John's gruff voice cut through the darkness of the room making the twins jump and stare with fear in their eyes. What had they been through in their short lives to make them so suspicious of everyone? John thought to himself and pitied them. "Listen…I'm not going to lie to you. There was a time when your father…had some drug issues and besides some experiments that had some…well gaseous effects and the odd cigarette now and again… he's been clean and if he wasn't…There is NO way in hell I would expose you to that…I swear that all you saw were signs of exhaustion." John said vehemently watching the twins grow less weary of him. "We figured that if he wasn't a junky then he was a former one…That's the only kind of person our mother hung around with…" Lily said watching Johns eyes grow sad.

John moved to kneel between the two beds placing a hand on their still clasped fingers. "Sherlock…he did go through something and did do drugs for a while but then he found something better and he has been clean ever since…or at least he's been trying very hard to stay clean and hasn't taken anything willingly. If he wasn't then Mycroft would never have brought you two into this house. It would be an unsafe environment and I would NEVER allow for a child to be subjected to that kind of environment." John said rubbing a hand over his face. "Even though it would kill both of us…if he ever relapsed I would NOT let him keep you…"

"And I would let you take them." Came a deep baritone from the doorway making them jump. John stood so quickly that he lost his balance and fell onto Lily's bed. "Sherlock I…" he started but stopped when the young girl wrapped her arms around his neck effectively stopping him mid sentence. "It's my fault, Luce and I saw the state you were in and assumed the worse and John overheard us and corrected…me." Lily babbled but stopped when Sherlock sat at the end of her bed. "It's alright, I knew that I would eventually have to confront this issue with you two but I never thought it would be so soon. If I ever fell back into that life I would hope that John gets the two of you out of here as quickly as possible…But I honestly don't see me doing that any time soon." Sherlock announced pulling John against him before answering the 'why' that pervaded the room. "You see…the only reason that I did it in the first place was…boredom. For me boredom is extremely….unsettling. My thoughts race and I just needed something to stop it…but now I have you three and….life is anything but boring now. Plus I really do not want to disappoint you three… Mycroft can go soak his head for all I care, but you three mean the world to me and I don't want to lose that."

John stared open mouthed at the detective until he lifted one elegant hand and gently pushed his bloggers jaw closed. "So the reason you don't…is us?" Lucian asked unbelieving. "Yes…I just said that…were you not listening?" Sherlock asked then winced as John popped him on the back of the head making his little girl laugh. "Ow…and now that's cleared up I'm off to bed…come along John." He said almost dragging him out of the room/


Downstairs John pulled Sherlock onto the bed and immediately cuddled up to him. This is odd he usually tries to fight it. Was he really affected by what happened upstairs to such a degree? Sherlock asked himself then wrapped his arms around John, having decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. "That…that was probably the sweetest and most kind hearted thing I have ever heard you say." John whispered making the detective tremble slightly. "Go to sleep." He answered gruffly and yanked John up his body to cuddle into his blogger. Soon they were slipping into slumbers cradle, nestling in its soft blankets and sliding under its comforting presence.

And that's the end of chapter eight….sorry but I had to paint two doors and catch fifteen fish yesterday (You think I'm kidding…I'm not it was weird) so this was a little delayed but I hope the fluffiness makes up for the angst :-) but I am going to start typing up chapter nine...now but have no idea when I'll get to post it (busy busy bee I am)

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