Don't own Sherlock, or anything recognisable. Though I do own Claudia, Artemis/Artie, and Laura.
So I got a lovely review requesting some parent!Lock, and I decided to try it out!
I've never tried parent!Lock out before, and there aren't that many future!fics about John and Sherlock, so I was a bit nervous. After a while, however, and once the kids came in, it was so much fun to write! Anyway, I hope you guys like it!
Also, you may have noticed I've got a different pen name- I was "Holly Swift", but now I'm "BlaineRedVientistWatson". And there is a really confusing story behind that name, that I'm not gonna go into right now xD
Dedicated to Sabrina Sparrow, my awesome sis-star, and my first request.
Chapter 11 - Like Father Like Daughter.
"No, Lestrade, as usual your team has gotten it wrong, again! Look at her clothes, really look at them! How could she have been in Dublin if her clothes are still wet, it doesn't add up!"
John closed his eyes and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. They had arrived at the crime-scene an hour earlier, at Lestrade's request, and they were still there. From what John could tell, the victim (who was lying sprawled on the ground, next to a bottle of red wine, supposedly after taking a poison), had arrived from Dublin after visiting a secret lover she was having an affair with. She arrived home safely, and had all the necessary paperwork to prove she was on the flight, but appeared a few hours later, dead on her own doorstep. Something happened during the few hours between getting off the flight and arriving home, something that led to the woman's death, and that's what they were trying to solve.
"Her clothes aren't wet!" Anderson protested from beside Donovan at the opposite side of the tape, frowning at Sherlock. The consulting detective rolled his eyes.
"As usual, Anderson, you see but you don't observe. For God's sake, her tights, around her feet and ankles, are wet! There hasn't been any rain in Dublin since last week, surprisingly, so why are her feet wet! Answer, she hasn't been in Dublin, not for a while, which means she never left!"
"Oh, come on, how could you possibly- you know what," Anderson huffed, "forget it." And with that, he walked off.
"Alright," John said, turning to stand next to Sherlock, "go through it from the start, slowly. From what you've deduced, what happened?"
Sherlock scowled, and Lestrade sighed, "Please, Sherlock-" he began, but was cut off.
"Papa!" someone yelled from across the road. John and Sherlock whirled around to see a woman standing there with two children, a boy and a girl. The girl, the one who yelled, looked around eight. She had jet-black curly hair, pinned out of her face with a blue clip. Her eyes with a light blue, and she was wearing a green shirt with a black skirt. The boy, who was around two years older, had sandy blonde, short hair, and silver-blue eyes. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt, with black trousers. They both grinned at the same time.
"Papa!" the little girl yelled again, and tugged on the woman's hand, rushing across the road.
"Laura," John began, looking at the woman, "I told you you can't bring them to a crime scene! They're too young!" The woman, Laura, frowned.
"But-" she began, and Sherlock cut her off.
"I said she could bring them down," he explained, looking over at John. The little girl ran over to Sherlock, still grinning.
"Papa!" she said again, lifting her arms when she reached him. He picked her up easily, swinging her around.
"Claudia," he said when he stopped spinning, "what have I told you about shouting when we're outside."
"Not to do it because Uncle Mike can see us in his cameras," she recited, scowling," and he might tell Nanna Holmes, and she hates it when we shout."
"Exactly."
"I'm sorry, John," Laura began quietly when she reached him, "but they've been begging to see you two since yesterday, and I tried to distract them, and I told them that you'd be home later, but they wouldn't listen, so I called Sherlock and he said it was okay to bring them down, because they really miss you, and-"
"Laura," John cut her off, holding a hand up, "I don't mind, it's fine. I didn't know Sherlock said you can bring them down, that's why I was angry."
"Oh," she blinked, "okay, then."
"Artie," John grinned, kneeling down and holding his arms out. The boy ran forward into John's arms, giving him a hug.
"Dad," he looked up at John, "how come we can't come to any crime-scenes with you and Papa?"
"Because," John answered simply, and that was that.
"John," Lestrade raised an eyebrow, "why didn't you tell me they'd be down today?"
"Uncle Greg!" the two kids chorused. Claudia scrambled out of Sherlock arms and ran over to Lestrade, giggling as he lifted her up. Artemis slipped out of his father's embrace and followed his sister over to Lestrade, hugging him around the waist.
"Wait a second," Donovan began, frowning, "who are they, and what's going on?" Anderson ducked under the tape and walked over to stand beside Donovan. He crossed his arms.
Lestrade put Claudia back on the ground, and she walked over to Donovan and Anderson. Claudia imitated Donovan's frown, and stayed silent for a moment. John bit his lip, glancing at Sherlock, who met his eye. They knew what was coming. Sherlock grinned.
"Can I help name it?" Claudia asked Anderson, and Donovan frowned again.
"Name what?" she asked, looking down at the little girl.
"Your baby," Claudia answered simply, and Donovan's jaw dropped. Anderson's eyes widened.
"W-what-" Donovan started, but Claudia continued talking.
"You've got a small bump on your belly," she pointed at Donovan's stomach, "made more obvious by your jumper, and you keep rubbing your belly and tugging at your jumper when you think no-one's watching. And the fact that you," she looked at Anderson," keep following her around, and have taken up a stance that helps you believe you look threatening, which you also hope will make her believe you're good at protecting her, means you're the father. Congratulations."
Anderson's jaw dropped, and Donovan held a hand up to her mouth in shock.
John closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose again. He looked over at Sherlock.
"She's obviously yours, anyway," he scowled, and Sherlock grinned.
"Claudia," John called out, and the little girl ran over to him. He picked her up, "How many times have I told you," he scolded, "you don't just deduce people on the spot! It's rude!"
"Sorry, Dad," she pouted, looking down at the ground.
"Alright," John said, looking at Laura, "you can take the rest of the day off, we'll bring them home."
"Are you sure?" she asked, "Because I know you're in the middle of a case, and-"
"Laura," he said again, and she stopped, "honestly, it's fine. Take the day off."
Laura nodded, then smiled at John, "Thank you," she said, "Bye Claudia, bye Artie!"
"Bye Laura," they called at the same time, and Laura began walking down the road.
"Sherlock," John began, and Sherlock looked up, "you can finish up here without me, right?"
"I'll only be a few more minutes," Sherlock replied. He turned to Lestrade, "Can I e-mail you the deductions later?"
Lestrade nodded, smiling, "Sure. Go home. We can finish up here."
"Cheers," John said, and he turned to Claudia and Artie, "come on, then, we're going home."
"Aw, but dad!" Artie protested, frowning, "I wanna help Papa with the case!"
"And you can easily help at home, can't you?" Sherlock asked, raising an eyebrow at his son. Artie crossed his arms, sulking.
Lestrade smirked at the four as Sherlock went to the curb to call for a taxi.
Anderson and Donovan were still standing in shock.
So, I wanna talk about Claudia and Artie for a bit.
Claudia is John and Sherlock's daughter. She's got the mind of Sherlock, so she's brilliant at deducing things, but she's also like John in the way that she wants to help everyone in whatever way possible, which is why she offered to help name Donovan's baby. She's easily excitable, so when she can deduce someone it all just comes out, she can't help that. She's got Sherlock's hair, but John's eyes, and she's short like John, too. She wants to be a pirate.
Artemis, or "Artie", is the opposite of his sister. He's quiet, and doesn't say much, but he's extremely curious, so when he does talk, it's usually just asking a question. He loves reading and doing puzzles, and exploring. He looks like John, but he has Sherlock's eyes. He wants to be a detective when he grows up.
For those of you wondering, Molly was the surrogate mother, yes, the kids do call Mycroft "Uncle Mike", and they also consider Lestrade their uncle.
Anymore questions about them, you can ask in a review, and I'll be happy to answer! :)
Hope you guys liked it, muchlove!