A/N: Inspired by song of the same name. It's got a catchy beat and good lyrics. What can I say? *hums along like a derp* This song suits John so well. Okay, serious question. Should I finish this in the next four chapters or would all of you read the sequel if I scrounge up the motivation? As always, dedicated to Reader-writer-anonymous! The first review for the last chapter and it made me smile. If I make your day, it makes mine. Selfish? Yeah, but it makes me happy. To my anon guest, good question and I'm surprised that more people didn't ask about it. It'll be explained in this chapter. Shout out to my mate in Australia, you know who you are! Words with one of these (*) at the end will be explained after the Ending A/N.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned either series, most people wouldn't want to read/watch them. Alas, I do not and no matter how much I deduce or wave my wand, I will never own them. Thank Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the lovely Ms. Rowling for these characters as well as the BBC for modernizing Sherlock to make this sort of thing even possible...

WARNING: This is an Alternate Universe. If you did not catch the drift within the A/N, let me point it out in big, bold letters. THIS IS A YAOI FIC. As with all my warnings, if you do not like slash or the pairings mentioned above, stop reading and click the back button. It isn't that hard to do. Reading any farther than the third line of this warning means one thing only; you enjoy slash. Excellent. There will be the probability of M-Preg as this is magic and anything goes! If M-Preg bothers you, please follow line three to the back button. If you appreciate a good story even if it's not your thing, then you're welcome to it. BIRTH OF THE TRIPLETS.

Ryder

P.S. READ THIS FIRST! Not all of the characters encountered will have Talent*. In fact most of them are perfectly normal. Don't freak out if your favorite character doesn't have it. I might even write an omake or two if you review prettily.

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John's always been a bit optimistic. He'll freely admit this fact most of the time. Ask him what he thinks of a pissed, in-labor Magus? He'll point you in the direction of the door and give you a boot for good measure. He's already worried and pacing in the waiting room. The Healers forced him out after he attempted to take some of the pain away from his lover. Sherlock is leaning against the wall; his long fingers clenched into tight fists that make his knuckles turn white from the force. Severus is in with Harry most likely getting his hand broken judging from the volume of the curses coming from Harry.

"Sir, he's demanding you both." John swept past the frazzled Healer and instantly starts barking orders he knows they'll obey.

"Hello, kitten. I know you're in a lot of pain but how far apart are the contractions?" Harry lays back, sweat making his unruly hair curly and plastering it to his forehead.

"About... About sixty seconds." Harry panted, his eyes dilated from the pain.

"You're in the active phase then. It's about to get really painful. Sherlock, check for the head. I'm going to take what pain I can from you, okay? I need you to concentrate and push." He says calmly, concentrating to take in the pain. The second he touches Harry, his nerves are on fire. John grits his teeth and allows the pain to ratchet up.


It takes an agonizing twenty hours for the triplets to be born. John's exhausted as he holds his child, the Mage yawning & opening his eyes. They are exactly the same shade as Harry's and just as beautiful.

"Kitten, he's got your eyes." he whispers hoarsely, cradling him close and leaning to show Harry. Harry smiles wanly and closes his eyes, his breath evening out as he falls into a restful slumber. "Albus Severus Potter-Watson. What a mouthful, huh?"

"Yes. At least he picked something sensible for the girls. Lily Luna Potter-Snape and Eileen Sirius Holmes. I am glad we talked him out of Jamie." Sherlock chuckled, holding Eileen and carefully stroking a finger down her face with an unusual reverence. Albus whined, fussing until John realized he was hungry. Severus smiled knowingly and pulled two bottles from his robe pockets, handing them both to them as Eileen also started fussing. Lily was fast asleep and curled up against Harry, leaving Severus the only one not holding a child. Albus sucked on the bottle and his gaze locked onto Severus. He squirmed in the direction of their beloved Potions Master and grunted.

"You want Sev to hold you?" He shrugged, slowly handing his son off to Severus. Severus looked distinctly nervous as he cradled Albus's head and steadied the bottle. "See? You're an excellent father."

"I have no idea what I'm doing." came the reluctant admittance.

John laughed quietly as he wriggled under Severus's other arm. "None of us do, Sev. That's the point of parenthood. Besides, we have Molly in case something goes wrong. She's raised seven children." he reassured their resident Potions Master.


-Two Months Later-

It's a mad house when they visit the Burrow with their children, Molly and the mothers cooing over the triplets. Albus is pretty mellow, much like himself as a child. Lily and Eileen are already attempting to move more than just onto their stomachs. Teddy is fascinated by Albus and vice versa. The two get along pretty well; Lily's the troublemaker. Eileen tastes anything and everything and her grey eyes are far more intelligent than they should be.

"Hey, John? Is Albus supposed to be floating?" Teddy asks with slight panic in his tone.

"Again? Albus..." He tugs his child back down, chuckling at the nonchalance this action has caused. His son's been doing this since his first month and it seems that he likes it. Fortunately for all of them, he only indulges in this behavior in magical environments and never out in public. "It's fine. Theo said that Mages indulge in behavior usually reserved for Magical Creatures."

"Oh. So, if I accidentally shifted...?"

"He'd attempt to copy you." John confirmed, soothing his boy with soft strokes through fluffy hair. "Albus is not as mischievous as his sisters but he seems to attract trouble like nobody's business. I bet you get it from your Papa." he murmured to his child, smiling when Albus hummed and fell asleep against his chest.


He dragged himself into work, rubbing at his eyes as he blankly stared at the paper in front of him.

"John?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry." he apologized, looking up to see Sarah giving him a look of concern. "Lily and Albus were up all night. Eileen slept like a bloody rock, thankfully."

"I didn't know you had kids."

"Surrogate." It irked him that he couldn't claim them as Harry's when his lover had done all of the hard work. "She parted amiably with them and even gave us milk for the first two weeks."

"You can claim them on paperwork."

"Which means?" he pressed, his mind short-circuiting a little.

"More money, John. You look exhausted."

"It's not all that different then chasing after Sherlock. We've all got jobs now and we're thinking about a house as opposed to Baker Street."

"Oh." His MagiCell chose to ring at that moment.

"Harry?"

"Oh, thank Merlin. I'm sick of St. Mungo's. Could you pick me up?"

"Now? I'm-" John protested, reaching for his pen as Sarah just stared, filling out paperwork as he continued to chat.

"Quit your job. I'm probably the richest man in England. We'll look for a house." came the chirruped reply from the other end.

"Why are you suddenly asking me to quit my job?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You know that whole Harry Potter series? Yeah. It's telling my life-story and the woman almost fainted when I showed up on her doorstep."

"... You didn't do what I think you did."

"Yup."

"Harry..." he whined, taking a sip of his lukewarm tea and jotting down the patient's symptoms in short-hand. "I can't quit."

"Why not? I have a lot of money even without the royalty fees. I made them small. It's not like I actually need the money, it's the principle of the thing." John stopped writing as his tired brain processed all of that.

"So, if I quit right now, I can pick you up and take a nap?"

"Yes, I promise. The triplets behave when Papa is awake."

"I'll be there." he hung up and stood suddenly, taking his cup & finishing it in one gulp. John washed it, dried it and then began packing up his box.

"John?"

"I quit. I'd love to stay, really, but I have kids now. Look, you have my number right?" he said as he finalized his box of office things.

"Yes?" she looked like she had seen a ghost.

"You can call me in when it gets to be too much."


He whistles sharply, waving down a taxi and rattling off the address. While not a genius like Severus and Sherlock, his mind suddenly relaxed, as though the stress of working was now gone. He could spend more time with his children...

"We're here sir. That'll be ten pounds." He fishes out a tenner and smiles at the cabbie as the man pulls away. The entrance to St. Mungo's is quiet and Harry's leaning on the storefront window like he owns the place, hands hidden in the Gryffindor hoodie.

"John! Did you quit?" John chuckles at the enthusiasm his lover displays.

"Yes. Sarah's dismayed."

"They found out what caused the Longbottoms to awaken."

"What was it?" he asked as they slipped into the Magical hospital.

"Albus."

"That magical backsurge was Al?"

"They identified the magical signature as part of mine and an unknown magical sig, so they need to test yours. Oh and if it is you, they're offering a consulting job and a paid-for townhouse." Harry absently explained as they wove their way through flustered interns, exasperated Healers and patients in various states of recovery. He catches an exhausted intern and motions for Harry to wait.

"What's your name?"

"Mine? Marcus Belby, sir." Harry gasped and John looked for an explanation. "I'm the nephew of the man who invented Wolfsbane." Ah, that explained a lot.

"Healer John Watson."

"What's your specialty?"

"Cura Totolariat. I'm Talented." He sent some of his energy down the arm he still held, reviving the man a little. "Try to get a nap, okay?"

"Okay...? I've never met a Talent before."

"You'll get used to it. I mean it, your body needs rest, Mr. Belby." John shrugged off the awed look the man sent in his direction as he followed Harry.

He slumps into the chair they provide, allowing them to do the necessary tests with their wands.

"Mr-"

"Healer, Doctor, whatever title you care to refer to me as please."

"You need more rest, sir, to be frank."

"I'm aware of that thanks. I'll be taking a nap after this is done, yeah? Can't help the fact that the little ones decided to scream all night."

"It's you who provided the backlash; are you sure you aren't a Wizard?"

"Quite sure."

"There is another test, but you need to be healthy and awake for it."

"Hmm, can it wait?"

"... Yessir."

"Oh and an intern... Belby, I think his name was, he needs rest. He was literally falling asleep on his feet." he mentions. The poor guy had been half-asleep when he'd answered John the first time.

"Belby? He's been on shift-Oh. Thank you, Healer Watson. You're done for now." John hits the bed hard as soon as they get back to Baker Street.


It's a soft whimper that awakens him. He yawns, groans at the headache sleeping half the day usually causes and gets up to find the source. He's tugged back down by Severus, who used a Shield Charm the night before and the second of them to have a full night's sleep.

"You're sure?" he asks, slurring his words.

"Yes. If you're answering me like that then you need more sleep."

The second time he awakens, it's to childish giggling as the babies snuggle closer to him.

"Mmm, wha' time is it?"

"Morning. You slept like a rock and so did the kids." Sherlock answered as he pressed a kiss to John's forehead and scooted Lily from off of his back into Harry's arms.

"Did they? That's good." He cuddles the nearest one, who turns out to be Eileen. Albus whines and John scoops him up as well, absently humming a tune he heard his mother sing to him when he was little.

"Where did you hear that? My Mother had records of that.*"

"My Mum sang me to sleep with it." A knock sounds on the door and Harry makes the bed quickly while Severus answers the door. Albus and Eileen have been handed off to Sherlock.

"I'm looking for Healer Watson?"

"Belby? In the kitchen." he affirmed, heating up the milk to a suitable temperature.

"Oh. Your landlady let me up, sir. The test won't take very long and I'll leave right after the results."

"Mmhmm." John absently replied, taking the milk to Sherlock, Severus and Harry. "Go ahead then."

"Confirmare Magus.*" The spell fizzed bright sparks but didn't do anything else. "Pater Magi.*" That spell shot sparks up in distinct purple and deep blue. "Hmm. That is all, Healer Watson. Have a nice day."

Ending A/N: I wrote this to the title song and various 40s songs. Aren't I awesome? Oh! I have a companion/song fic about how Sherlock fell in love with John. Would you guys check it out? I thought it fit them perfectly. It's called Next to You and it's a one-shot! As always, folks, review!

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*Rum and Coca-Cola- The Andrew Sisters (original singers) 1944

Confirmare Magus- Confirm Mage in Latin

Pater Magi- Father of Mages in Latin