Saw a Pinterest / tumblr post about what and how Sherlock would react if John called him a freak.
Part 1
"You're going to sit there and act like this is okay?" John shouted at Sherlock as he lifted his daughter who was crying over falling over.
"She fell John. If you cuddle her every time she falls she will never walk!" Sherlock shouted over Rosie's cries.
"You didn't even look at her! She could have split open her head!" John shouted and started to rock her to calm her.
"She didn't, there is a carpet. Besides, I'm tracking how many times she falls before she walks continually like a pro." Sherlock smirked as he looked up and over at his friend, but Johns face was anything but impressed.
"You do not run experiments on my daughter, how could you just do that? She's a human being you freak! I have left her in your care countless time! Do not tell me that you're caring for her when it's not true!" John took a moment to catch his breath but that small amount of time gave Sherlock the opportunity to stop listening and completely tune him out.
He hid his feelings well, like usual. Putting his eyes back to his microscope and waiting for John to leave the flat in a tiff.
When the downstairs door slammed Sherlock stood, pulled his phone out of his pocket and told Lestrade that he would not be taking cases for a while.
Didn't bother answering why when Lestrade asked, just simply finished the slides and went to his room, closing and locking the door before going to lay down.
He went to his mind palace and tried to think how it was so wrong of him to see how long it took Rosie to gain courage and self confidence to get back up after falling down when she tried to walk.
She had been doing a great job with not waisting too much time, and she was taking bigger and faster steps than just yesterday.
Sherlock took a deep breath before deleting all the information he needed for that since John and Rosie would not be coming back.
Being called a freak by Donovan was one thing... but by John? Unforgivable.
Sherlock laid there until his stomach was almost too empty for him to continue for the day. He pulled on some shoes and jacket before heading to find some good fish and chips.
He walked around town for a long time, well into the early hours and when he was too tired he wasn't all that surprised that a black car pulled up in front of his bench and the back door opened for him.
"Don't talk Mycroft." Sherlock warned as he slipped inside.
"Is there a list? Shall we head to Bart's?" Mycroft asked and Sherlock just ignored him.
"Not high." He told his brother and for the first time Mycroft realized he was wrong in his assumptions. "Where are you taking me?" Sherlock asked, no irritation in is voice, almost just curious.
"Hooper residence. Danger night and for some reason John isn't taking my calls." Mycroft told him and didn't notice the way Sherlock turned at the meer mention of his friend.
"You no longer have to call John Watson to see to my care. He and I are done." Sherlock told his brother and as they pulled up he saw Molly outside, fuzzy pjs and slightly wet hair told him that she must of just got home and showered when Mycroft called.
"Really?" He asked Sherlock and when he stepped out he saw his brother turn back.
"John Watson is not to be told anything more about me. Change all locks on my doors, block his number from my phone, everything. We are no longer friends." Sherlock ordered Mycroft and then shut the door as he turned to Molly.
"What's wrong?" She asked him, taking his arm and leading him into her flat.
"Did you get any sleep before my brother told you I had to come?" He asked her once they were inside. He could see the way her shoulders were sagging. She must have come off a night shift and then a day shift when no one could come in.
"Just a hour or so. What happened?" She asked again as she took off her slippers and they sat on the couch.
"Nothing important. Sleep Molly." He told her, not surprised at all when she seemed resolute to stay up until he told her everything.
"John and I will no longer work together." He sighed out after watching her struggle to stay awake for another ten minutes. "Now..." he reached for her, lifting her in his arms and carrying her all the way to her room. "Sleep like you need to. I'm not going anywhere." He told her and she narrowed her eyes.
"Come on Sherlock, sleep too." She was already half asleep when he covered her with the blankets. After another twenty minutes cleaning out his mind palace of things he found important about John he took off his shoes, jacket, belt and even chucked his pants and shirt before crawling into Molly's bed beside her.
She woke only breifly when he pulled her closer, relaxing and kissing his bare shoulder before dozing back to sleep. He followed soon after and only woke to a mild knock around noon the next day.
Molly was still in bed beside him and he smiled slightly when he heard her very soft snore. She was still so tired so he extracted himself from her carefully and went to see who was at the door.
Peering out he saw John and Rosie and he took a moment before going back into Molly's room to wake her.
"Molly. John is here to drop off Rosie." He shook her slightly, his hand also rubbing up and down her back.
"Let then in." She whispered and turned her head to look at him.
"He doesn't want me around Rosie. If I let him in he will make a scene and Rosie doesn't need that." He told her and she sighed before getting up.
"When she takes her nap you're going to have to tell me what happened." She told him as she got up and put her hair in a bun before going to put a new dress on for the day.
Sherlock stayed where he was, mostly naked besides his boxers in her room, sitting on her bed, and she went to answer the door in a rush.
"Afternoon John." She held her hands or for Rosie and he handed her over.
"Have you heard from Sherlock?" He asked her and looked a little jittery.
"No why?" She asked as she set Rosie down for a moment.
"Just haven't been able to call him this morning. Greg said he wanted to talk to us about a case. But that Sherlock said we wouldn't be taking cases for a while." John told her and she just shrugged.
"I haven't seen him since the other day when you guys came to Bart's." She lied and watched as Rosie went around the den and she saw out of the corner of her eye Sherlock closing her bedroom door slowly and softly.
"If he stops by tell him that I need to talk to him." John told her and she simply nodded.
"Is everything okay?" She asked and he sighed.
"I said something I shouldn't have. Think it calls for an apology." He told her as he started to back away.
"Okay I'll tell him when I see him." She told him and moved to close the door now.
"Moll." She smiled over at Rosie and went to pick her up. Kissing the girls temple she went to get something together for her breakfast and Rosie's Lunch when Sherlock came out of her room now dressed, but didn't seem to be leaving.
"Hungry?" She asked him and he nodded and looked at Rosie in her hip.
"Shhh." Rosie giggled and reached for him but he seemed reluctant to take her.
"Spill Sherlock." Molly told him as she loved to force him to take her.
"I had read the What to expect in the first year after Mary died. Figured I would need to help out a bit more. And I read that the more a child gets coddled after something natural like falling when they try and walk, the less they'll do it and the longer it will take for them to accomplish their goal." He told her and she seemed to know that already.
"And what's wrong with that?" She asked as she set some apple sauce in front of him for Rosie.
"Well I don't coddle her when I watch her. She's been getting better at walking without anything around her to hold so I set her down in the living room and let her do her thing." He looked over Rosie as she started to feed herself and ran a hand through her blonde curls.
"Why is that so bad? It has carpet." She asked before setting a sandwich in front of him and started to eat her own.
"Well apparently I would be a horrific father if I did that, or shall I say Freak. That's what John called me when I told him I was expirementing with how long it took Rosie easy time if there was no one to cuddle her each time she fell." He told her quick and waited for a reaction as he now tried to take over feeding Rosie since there was now apple sauce on his knee and drops on the counter top.
"He called you that? Because you were doing what anyone else would do? Because you followed instructions from a book?" She started to sound mad and when he looked up he could tell it was more about the name than the actual name calling.
"Yep." He got Rosie to eat all her food, even ate his entire sandwich before Molly came over with some more fruit for Rosie.
"You know Sherlock... you'd be a great father. Rosie adores you, she listens to you, she hardly ever cries or throws a fit with you. She will get to learn thing from you." Sherlock looked at Rosie on his knee for a lot moment before he looked up at her and sighed.
"Who would want kids with a freak like me?" He was really hurting over Johns words. And Molly wanted that to stop right now.
"You're not a freak Sherlock Holmes. Because if you are then I am more of a freak. Who would want to have kids with a woman who plays with dead bodies all day? What kind of child would I raise?" She asked him, and she noticed his irritation at her saying she was a freak.
"I would." He said it like he didn't really understand the question. "And a great child with many talents." He added when he realized he might as well answer both questions.
"Sherlock-"
"I mean it Molly. But you've moved on and I know it's not fair-"
"Sherlock." She said louder making him stop talking.
"Yes?" He asked turning Rosie a bit so she was more comfortable on his lap.
"You know why Tom called off our engagement?" She asked and he shook his head slowly before taking a grape from Rosie's bowl. "Because he got so mad at me for berating him about the whole meat dagger thing. That was so embarrassing! And he told me that it was only embarrassing because I was still in love with you." She told him and he seemed to wonder silently and she went to take Rosie from him.
"But you got over me-"
"He was right Sherlock. And I told him so. Told him that there was no way that I could love him when I love you more than anything. And when he shouted that it was over and I would grow old and die before you expressed your feelings I cut up his favoite shirts." She smiled at Sherlock before giving his cheek a kiss and moved to take Rosie for her little show about a cat into the den.
"Molly... when does Rosie go for a nap?" He called through her flat before going to put on his Belstaff.
"In about an hour and a half. Where you going?" She asked as he came closer to her and she had to tilt her head back when he stood next to her.
"I have to pick something up. I will be very quick. And when I get back maybe Rosie can go down for a early nap." He put his hand on the back of her head as he leaned down and kissed her for the first time, on the lips.
She was still stunned and blushing when he closed the door from the outside and he caught a cabbie to where he knew Mycroft would be.
He just didn't realize that John would already be there. "Mycroft please." He ordered the older gentleman at the desk and he nodded and went to dial when John stood beside him.
"Are you on a case for your brother?" John asked him and Sherlock just ignored him. "Sherlock?"
"Mr. Watson I think it's time you left." Mycrofts voice flowed over them both and Sherlock just walked up and past Mycroft who let him by.
"Why am I left out here?" John asked them both as Sherlock reached the top of the stairs and when he was out of sight he waited to hear what Mycroft would tell him.
"You're no longer in Dr. Watson. I believe you did something unforgivable towards my brother. And if he is a freak so am I. Now leave." He turned now, ignoring the surprises look and going up stairs to meet his brother. "What do you need?"
"Mothers engagement ring." He told Mycroft and tried hard to hide the smirk trying to escape at his brothers stunned expression.
"Right."