SORRY for the delay! Back to school with a MILLION hours of homework every night Here is chapter...I can't even remember, but here it is!
Ever since Sherlock's sudden fascination with Anna, the consulting detective had spent almost every spare moment talking at her, trying to teach her words. Much to his frustration, the baby was loud, but not in a good way. The only sounds she made were gurgle noises and crying. When ever Sherlock and John were in the room with her, they tried to get her to say 'uncle'. But the furthest she got was saying 'unnnnnnnnnnnnne' which caused them both to smile a little, she was making progress at least.
As much as Sherlock was happy that John was helping him care for Anna, he couldn't help but feel like he was competing with him for her affection. John was the one that did everything for her, who knew what toys she liked to play with, what TV show calmed her down. Surely she favoured him, that's why Sherlock wanted her to call him 'dada', so he could at least feel special. Sherlock would be considered special to her eventually, when she was older. He would teach her how to deduce everything about people and how to tell her if her potential partner's would be faithful ect. but for now, a simple word would suffice.
This is why as soon as John left to stock up on nappies and baby food, Sherlock lowered himself to Anna's level, who was sitting in her bounces, fiddling with the building blocks on the tray before her.
'Anna.' Sherlock said getting the baby to look up at him. 'Can you say 'dada'?' Sherlock asked, not really expecting anything, which was wise, as the only response he received was a giggle as the tower of building blocks toppled over. Sherlock sighed. 'Anna, come on, da-da.' He emphasised. Anna opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then the tweenies theme song interrupted her, causing her to exclaim in joy that her favourite program was beginning. Sherlock rolled his eyes, knowing that the TV would have her attention for the next half an hour and by that time, John would have returned.
A quarter of an hour later, John walked in equipped with baby Anna's supplies.
'Sherlock, you must have your phone with you all time whilst Anna is with us, what if something goes wrong?' John questioned, slightly angry. 'Lestrade had been calling you, he wants you to go and solve a case, a school has been set on fire, suspected arson.' John explained.
'Wow, that's a 9, I haven't had a case in ages, will you be okay with Anna for a while, I won't take long for me to find the student with a bad relationship with the head teacher and that lives in a rough area.' Sherlock said putting his coat on, not waiting for an answer, nor explaining how he deduced what type of person did it.
'Yeah sure, have fun.' John grumbled, putting his shopping away. John then made up a bottle and fed Anna for a while, before burping her and sitting her on his knee. John decided to try and get her speaking again.
'Anna, say UNCLE.' He said slowly.
'NNULLE' she replied., this process repeated itself three times, before John decided to try a different word.
'Can you say dada?' he asked hesitantly, guilty that he was taking this away from Sherlock, but it's something he would really like. But Anna gave no response at all.
'Come on Anna, DADA.' John encouraged, but as he did, Anna's eyes drooped and her head fell against Johns arm as she fell asleep. John sighed happily, glad she wasn't picking up on Sherlock's terrible sleeping habits and he just thought she looked adorable. He felt proud that the pair had lasted this long with a baby. John put Anna up into her cot and turned on the new baby monitor he bought, so that they could hear her cry.
Somewhat later, Sherlock arrived back at the flat with a spring in his step. He swanned into the living room with a grin on his face.
'John, I was wrong! It was the head mistress that burned down the school, she was going through a messy divorce and her teenage son had run away, so in a fit of despair, she burned down the school!' he said grinning. John was shocked that Sherlock could find this a good thing, but kept quiet, as not to disrupt his flatmates happiness.
'Well Anna is asleep, I put her to bed about an hour ago.' John mentioned before Sherlock asked.
Sherlock smiled at his flat mate as they both took a seat in their respective armchairs.
'It's nice to have a sit down, I haven't since Anna has been here.' John sighed, leaning his head back into the chair.
'You're so good with her, you make a good dad...not a useful one, but not terrible.' Sherlock commented.
'Thank you.' John said, knowing it was Sherlock's warped way of complimenting him. 'You don't think you're good with her do you?' John deduced from Sherlock's frown.
'Well John, you know what I am. A sociopath. There is no way on Earth I can be near children without something bad happening eventually.' Sherlock sighed, but John was in complete disagreement.
'Sherlock, this baby has been nothing but good for you. Since Anna has been here, you have started to think about her and her needs, you do that because she is vulnerable. Most people care for everyone's needs, she has helped you understand that there are other people to consider.'
Sherlock looked puzzled. 'So what you are saying is that if I have people close to me that I care about, I am not as bad as I think I am?'
'Well yes.' John said. 'If Anna is that person, then she can only be good.'
'She's not the only person I care about.' Sherlock stated. 'You're close to me too, don't forget that.'
John smiled a little. 'Yes Sherlock, but I don't need to be taken care of.'
'You should be taken care of though John.' Sherlock sighed. 'You shouldn't have to cope with me and a baby on your own. Surely you just want me to go away sometimes.'
John stood up from his seat and walked over to Sherlock' armchair.
'Sherlock Holmes, don't you ever think that you are a burden to me in the slightest. You have shown me all sorts of things I never thought I'd do and you have given me company, a place to live, you even got rid of my limp for crying out loud!' John said putting a hand on his shoulder. 'You are just as good and work just as hard as me, so stop this nonsense. If I need someone to take care of me and you need someone to take care of you, we can take care of each other.' John said, leaning down to give Sherlock a hug for comfort. A few seconds later, John began to pull away, but Sherlock pulled him back quickly, causing him to loose his footing and land on his flatmates lap, but thankful that Sherlock had shown some sort of emotion, he allowed himself to be hugged by the taller man.
'Thank you.' Sherlock whispered, pulling back to look John in the eye. 'You really are the best friend I've ever had.' Sherlock choked a little and John thought he could see the ice blue eyes of the detective well up a little. John's heart swelled at the sight of the man, who for once looked so vulnerable. So in an effort to make the tears go away, John leant forward and allowed Sherlock's lips to touch his gently. The kiss couldn't have lasted more than a second, but during that second, both men felt sparks fly. John pulled away and leant his forehead on Sherlock's, both men were smiling. Their eyes met for a moment, taking in one another's smiles of satisfaction, before their lips met again, in a slightly more confident, less experimental kiss. John's hands curled into fists around Sherlock's hair, as Sherlock let his hands roam around the back of John's jumper. A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door.
'Shut up!' Sherlock exclaimed. John let out a breathy giggle and he dismounted Sherlock's lap in order to answer the door. Sherlock sat back in his chair, reliving the past few moments in his head, smiling lightly to himself.
'Go away.' Sherlock heard John say sternly in his military voice. There was shuffling from the hallway and then he heard John shouting in protest of something. A few seconds later, Jim Moriarty barged through the doorway.
'Hello Sherlock! How are we today? I hope I didn't disrupt you too.' Moriarty said in an attempt to tease the two, little did he know that he actually did.
'Not now Moriarty, I'm extremely busy.' Sherlock said, aiming to get him out of the flat before he learned of Anna's existence.
'Now now Sherlock, don't be a bore!' Jim exclaimed louder than necessary. A few seconds later a babies cry was heard through the monitor.
'What do you have hidden up there Sherlock?' Moriarty questioned with a crazed look in his eye. He began to run up the stairs towards John's room, with the other two hot on his tail.
'You know it's so nice that the gays can adopt.' Moriarty chortled opening the door to find Anna in her cot, thrashing in her pink blanket and crying. When she looked up and saw Moriarty looking over her, she went silent.
'Dada.' She said.
...FIN! JUST KIDDING, I thought I'd be a troll and leave you hanging...I know I said I was not going to make this Johnlock, but I couldn't help myself! Please review.