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PREFACE
Warnings/Triggers: Some strong language use.
Author's notes: We hope you enjoy this! This is a story made by me ( Sophlock ) and Femke ( JustFemke ).
This chapter is the build up to a big issue involving John. So angst may appear... Just a warning. (The upcoming issue is rather big by the way...)
Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good looks. We only created the story; the rest belongs to them.
Chapter 11- Dad and Daddy
John felt a warmth pool within his stomach, 'Dad'... Hamish might not biologically be his, but he was Sherlock's and that was good enough. He'd treat him like his own son and he'd be proud of him. He's given up hopes of having kids, especially when he finally got together with Sherlock. But this, this was perfect.
Sherlock smiled at the pleased look on John's face "Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, you can be dad and I'll be father..."
John pulled a face, screwing his nose up "Father? Isn't that a bit..." He trailed off, unable to find the right word.
Sherlock frowned "I guess... But other names don't suit me do they?"
John smiled sheepishly and raised his eyebrows "I like... Daddy." John really hoped that Sherlock would agree.
Sherlock frowned deeper "Daddy?"
"Yeah... It's cute." John licked his bottom lip without knowing, his usual habit.
"But I'm not a cute person." Sherlock looked down at his army doctor, he didn't want to be described as 'cute' he wanted 'mysterious' or 'enigmatic'...
"You are, you just don't see it..." John smiled, he'd always thought that Sherlock was sexy, god yes, but cute as well "No, choose a name."
"You choose a name, I can't decide now that you told me father was too..." Sherlock screwed his nose a little and waved hand dismissively, in a 'you-know-what-I-mean-there's-just-no-word-for-it' kind of way.
"Fine, daddy it is!" John grinned happily at his tall boyfriend.
Sherlock rolled his eyes "Fine..." To be honest with himself, Sherlock didn't mind either way.
John smiled and pulled Sherlock closer into his arms, breathing in his perfect smell.
Sherlock buried his chin into John's hair "Someone's feeling lovey..." He smiled, he loved lovey John.
"I missed you today..." John was still breathing Sherlock's smell, coffee, expensive soap and mint.
"Why? You came home early... So it wasn't even as long as other days when we've been apart..." Sherlock gently rubbed his hands on John's back.
"I don't care... I still missed you..." John buried his head in the space between Sherlock's neck and shoulder.
"Oh ok... Well I missed you too..." Sherlock was still stroking John's back gently. His phone beeped in his jacket pocket to say he had a text.
John smiled "Good..."
"I have a text..." Sherlock frowned, it was probably just Lestrade.
"Oh..." John looked up at Sherlock. The detective pulled away a little, took the phone from his pocket and read the text, smirking at the last part.
Found the kid. She's safe now. She was pretty terrified. Wait till she sees Anderson's face...
GL
John looked away a bit dejectedly, he was enjoying being in the detective's thin arms.
Sherlock glanced at John and read the signs of sadness, "Sorry..." he frowned as he texted back
That's good. Now don't disturb me, I'm with John.
SH
"Oh no, it's nothing..." John pretended to look around the room disinterestedly.
Oh alright...
GL
I can practically see you smirking through the phone Lestrade.
SH
Sherlock frowned again "No, tell me... I'm sorry Lestrade is disturbing us..."
NO no no.. I'm not..
GL
"Oh how did the case go?" John looked back at Sherlock with a small smile.
Sherlock blind typed a reply.
Whatever.
SH
"Dead mother, kidnapped daughter etcetera etcetera, basically we found the girl, she's ok..." He smiled at the doctor.
"Oh ok..." John was still slightly annoyed that Sherlock had taken Hamish, but it didn't matter that much anymore, as long as they were both safe.
Have fun.
GL
Sherlock glanced at the text and ignored it. "I'm still sorry that I took him with me..."
"Well it happened we can't erase that..." John noticed that Sherlock wasn't replying. "Aren't you going to answer that one?" He nodded his head at the phone.
"He's just teasing me..." Sherlock stepped forward and showed John the text anyway.
John read it and chuckled slightly "Well we will have fun..." He smiled up at Sherlock.
The detective raised an eyebrow and smirked back "Will we?"
John smiled back and mindlessly licked his lip again "I'm sure we will."
Sherlock slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket and pulled John into his arms again, he kissed his hair again "Good..."
John hung his arms around Sherlock's thin frame "It's only 3pm... What d'you want to do?"
Sherlock smiled "Whatever you want..."
"Well I asked you..." John looked up at Sherlock and smiled softly.
"Well you never make decisions..." Sherlock looked down at John with raised eyebrows and a smirk.
"Well there is a nice film on TV..." John looked hopefully at the dark haired man, he just wanted normalness time right now.
"I guess we'll watch that then..." Sherlock smiled, he didn't really mind the crap plots and characters as long as John was happy.
"Oh we don't have to..." John smiled, he knew that Sherlock only put up with movies for the sake of him.
"Well if you want to watch it then we'll watch it..." Sherlock kissed John's forehead softly.
John smiled and pulled away to go to the kitchen "I need popcorn."
"You don't need popcorn John, you want it..." Sherlock suddenly remembered his experiment. At this present time there were feet in the cupboard. "And oh watch out for-"
"Yes I need it I might die-" John opened the cupboard and pulled away in disgust.
Sherlock sighed "Sorry..." He knew he'd promised to stop putting body parts in cupboards and fridges without warning his boyfriend.
"Oh god and the smell..." John kept his hand over his mouth and nose "No propcorn then..."
Sherlock pushed himself up of the chair "Sorry, I'll get rid them..." He came up behind the doctor.
"Oh you are not actually going to touch those are you?" John screwed up his face further in disgust. Feet. Dead people's feet. In the cupboard. With his popcorn.
Sherlock shrugged "Well somebody's got to move them..."
"Never touch me ever again." John cringed. He knew that Sherlock kept body parts in the flat. But as long as he didn't actually see them, it was vaguely ok because he could pretend that they weren't there. But when he saw them, that was it.
Sherlock frowned, he didn't like that idea "Well then I won't move them." He thought for a second "Look John, I've touched worse things anyway... You've probably been touched by hands that have had eyeballs on them or something..."
John refused to believe this "No not exactly..." He shook his head and frowned.
"What d'you mean?" Sherlock frowned back.
"Well of course I never have touched the hands of somebody who touched eyeballs, that would be weird..." John stared at Sherlock, he knew what the next reply would be and he dreaded it...
Sherlock swallowed and smirked "John..."
"What... oh god..." John's face alternate between looks of disbelieve and disgust.
"Sorry! But you weren't complaining at the time..." Sherlock smiled guiltily, remembering the evening.
"Oh god.. eww eww EWWW" This was all too much for the army doctor as he imagined all the horrible things that could have touched his skin without him knowing.
"I'm sorry!" Sherlock raised his hands at John like, 'there's nothing I can do about it now!'
John went over to the sink and began to wash his hands vigorously with the lavender soap and hot water.
Sherlock rolled his eyes "John, it was ages ago..."
"Mmm I know..." He didn't care, it was still disgusting, he dried his hands and went to the fridge.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock frowned, remembering what was in their. Oh god.
John looked at Sherlock for a second, "I need a drink..." He turned back to the fridge and opened it.
"Wait-" Sherlock sighed as they both saw the head in the fridge.
"Oh fu-" John turned away, all he wanted was a drink for God's sake! The head stared back at him, it had only just been out there.
"I'm sorry..." Sherlock looked at the floor guiltily.
John turned back and stared at it again for a second before he managed to get the bottle of wine. He closed the door to the fridge harder than necessary.
Sherlock used his usual line "Where else was I supposed to put it?"
John sighed and took the largest wine glass he could find "How about not in our home!"
"Well I'm sorry... There's been a head in there before anyway..." Sherlock smirked a little when he remembered John's first encounter with a head in the fridge.
"Well thank you for reminding me, I was only just recovering from that..." John poured his wine, left the bottle on the side and went back to the sofa.
Sherlock closed the cupboard and went back into the lounge and sat next to John.
John took a sip from his wine, throwing a glance at Sherlock as he shuffled away.
The detective frowned at the distance "What happened to lovey John?"
"He saw a foot in the cupboard and a head in the fridge and ran away." John frowned at the tall man.
"Oh..." Sherlock pulled a very sad face back at John.
John sighed and gave in a little "Wash your hands and you can sit with me." He drank his wine, it was nice, it tasted of berries and nuts.
"Fine..." The dark haired man got up and went to the sink, he washed his hands and came back and sat next to John "better?"
"Yes. Thank you." John took the TV remote and changed the channel to the right one.
"Ok..." Sherlock smiled at his army soldier.
"Now enjoy the damn film." John drunk from his wine again, it was now at half it's original level.
"I'll try..." Sherlock looked at the glass, "Why are you drinking so quickly?"
"I need it." John focused his attention back to the film.
Sherlock frowned "Why? You said you needed popcorn and you lived without that..."
"Well suddenly I didn't feel like popcorn anymore, why d'you think that happened?" The doctor fired a look at Sherlock then looked back at the film.
"Well I said I was sorry..." Sherlock pulled a face at the cheesy dialogue on screen.
"Well yes you did..." John frowned a little as he stared intensively at the screen.
"So there's nothing more I can do about it..." The curly haired detective shrugged.
"Right..." A character died on screen and John felt a tear prick in his eye. He sobbed a bit at the film, god why do they make it so dramatic? He took another sip.
"John... She only died, you've seen enough people die..." Sherlock frowned.
"Hmm..." John wiped his eye a bit anyway.
"So what's the difference if a fictional character dies?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
"Just shut up Sherlock." John took another mouthful of wine, his glass nearly empty now.
"John... You saw me 'die' surely the death of a fictional woman isn't as bad as that..." Sherlock watched John's face for his reaction. They didn't discuss Reichenbach much, and for good reason.
The sandy haired man gulped down the rest of his glass and looked away "Shut up..." He hated talking about the fall so much...
"Sorry... Did that upset you?" Sherlock's face changed to one of sadness again.
"Don't talk about it." John stood up and went to get the wine in the kitchen again.
"I know, I shouldn't have said anything about it, I know that was a hard time for both of us..." He watched John in the kitchen carefully.
"Well shut up about it then..." John took the bottle again.
"Ok I will..." Sherlock heard Hamish making noises over the monitor, "I'll go and check on Hamish..." He jumped up from the sofa.
"Ok" John went back to the sofa with the whole bottle and his glass.
The thinner man frowned at the bottle as he walked out "Are you going to drink all of that?"
"Maybe.." John waved his hand dismissively.
"Ok..." Sherlock frowned as he went upstairs and found Hamish trying to sit up in his crib.
Hamish was putting a lot of effort into it and he looked up at the man entering his room. John was downstairs zapping from channel to channel while drinking.
The detective thought for a second before going back to the door. He shouted down the stairs "John!"
"What!?" John frowned at the stairs that lead to the shouting Sherlock.
"Hamish is sitting up again!" Sherlock glanced back at the baby and smiled proudly.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" The army doctor stood up and came up the little stairs as quickly as possible.
Sherlock turned back to look at Hamish and smiled.
John's eyes softened when he looked at Hamish "Oh sherlock... look at our son..." Hamish giggled.
"Yes... Our son..." Sherlock wrapped his thin hand around John's and smiled.
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