/Te Amo: Hugo/
By: Wolfa Moon
Summary: After Season 2: In English, the name Hugo means- Variant of Hugh: Heart. Mind. Inspiration. Intelligent. For Jane it means the son that Sherlock had left her behind with.
Disclaimer: No Own. And this is done.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Sherlock stood a distance away and watched. Not believing what his brother had told him. He had run away to protect his friends, his family. And in protecting them he had missed out on the added addition to his family. Watching her sit on a blanket feeding a toddler. The baby crawling to the edge of the blanket. She reaches over tickling his feet. Not wanting to believe what his brother had informed him off.
Then watching Greg move in to crowd over Jane and tickle her. Them all giggling in a picture of the perfect family. Then the inspector sits to join them. Something inside him hurts watching this. Not knowing what it is. He had protected them. Yet seeing what he really sacrificed. Fading back behind the tree.
What he didn't see was the eyes of Jane who had thought she had seen him. Thinking her imagination had gotten away from her again. Then turning to Greg.
"So can you babysit tonight?"
"Thought Mycroft was going to get someone to watch him."
"Like I would trust him after what he did."
"Yet you are meeting with him."
"Business only. He helps support us on my meager salary." Greg nods. He had helped ever since Sherlock had died. Seeing the hole that Sherlock had left in his death and departure. Sad that the man never got to see his son. "Hugo and I will have a good time watching the game."
"Raise him right."
"Of course." Greg saw it then. The sadness. Trying to help fill her void. Yet in turn she had help fill his void left by his divorce and the sharing of his kids. Then that look came over her face like she had seen him but not. Then the mother mask comes on all smiles for her son. Sherlock is a right bastard for leaving her.
/Te Amo: Hugo/ The Fall
She hadn't told anyone. Feeling fine and motivated. Just not hungry in the morning. Getting a little winded. Then seeing the way he is with her, Irene Adler. He had seen her right away. Yet Jane as an after thought. Taking it in stride. What did she expect. They had a drunken interlude. Then another to make up for his words. And another to make up for what he did to her in the lab.
Then just a day where everything fell into sync. Everything came together. The mood swings. These feelings. Then a simple test explained it all. Didn't have a chance to tell him. Yet watching him fall. His note. She fell as well.
Almost losing her last connection to Sherlock. Waking up in a hospital with Greg sleeping in a chair beside her and Mycroft in another reading the morning papers.
"He'll never know," she spoke at last to Mycroft. Mycroft looks at her. Sad eyes meeting sad eyes.
Life began again. Her pieces picked up placed around her son. Moving out of Baker Street. Too many reminders. Yet it didn't stop Mrs. Holmes to come to the city to try and advise her on staying at Baker Street. Let her take care of them. Rage had built in her. Because of Mycroft, Sherlock is dead. Now mother wants in on her grandkid. Jane has other plans.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Sitting in the restaurant she runs her hands over her purse. Her purse holding her lifeline to her son. Greg is great with Hugo. He will be safe for an hour. Yet the protective mother inside her always cares over her young. Also the bag is a lot smaller then the backpack with baby supplies in it.
Then there is the lateness of, Mycroft that is rare. They had met several times over the years without Sherlock. Mostly Mycroft wanting to meet his nephew. He is never late. Looking at her watch she sees the minutes tick on. Getting up she turns to leave then freezes.
Shaking her head she doesn't want to see the deception before her. Another wannabe. The groupies who believed her. Who still follow her. Who believe in her last post
/Te Amo: Hugo/
My friend is dead. Or so the world hopes. Yet he could never die for he is beyond what his mortal shell could ever grasp to hold.
People may call him unsavory things in the days to come.
Sherlock is innocent. The man Moriarty is the villain. No matter how the media plays it or wants to see it. Sherlock is a great man and should be remembered as such.
For he is my friend and his legacy should remember him as such.
And I stand firm the Sherlock is innocent and still out there.
Maybe someday he will return.
Just not in the way one thinks.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
"Bastard," she moves toward the man who dared to grace her presence. Opening his mouth to acknowledge her it is slapped shut. "Leave me alone." She exits the bar.
Sherlock stands their stunned and slightly in pain. She didn't hold back on her slap. He had truly done wrong. Turning he exits to see her walking down the street. A car following and her talking, screaming at the occupant. Knowing his brother that he is keeping an eye out on his friend.
"Jane," he calls to her. She ignores him. Yet she glances at him before running across the busy street to grab a cab. Sherlock walks up to his brother's car.
"I don't understand."
"You have been away for two years."
"And she has moved on with Lestrade. Lestrade of all people and procreating. Hope they named him something interesting."
"Her son's name is Hugo."
"Hugo, such a egotistical name."
"It means, mind, intelligence."
'The child will need it with that gene pool."
"I think the boy is made up of a good gene pool."
"Get off. You still fancy her."
"True, but I also know the father."
"Lestrade,"
"Is not the father." Sherlock looks to his brother then he sees it.
"No, it can't. We did, but. She?" Sherlock is at a loss for words. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Would you have believed me?" Sherlock glares at him. "You wouldn't have."
"So what do I do now?" Mycroft smiles.
"That's for you to deduce brother." Mycroft drives off.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
"He's alive." She blurts outright to Lestrade as she enters her humble home. Hugo is asleep on Greg as she enters. Greg watching her pace before him.
"He's alive?"
"Yes, the gall of him to walk in like he wasn't dead and everyone knew except me."
"I didn't know."
"I know, I just." She sits down. Running a hand on her sons back.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know."
"Do you need me to stay?" She smiles at him. He had been a rock to her adrift lightening struck tree.
"I would but you have work as do I."
"Jane, you know I have no problem staying. I stay here more than I do my own flat."
"We need to get you a girlfriend."
"You too." They both smile at one another. The two had shared in their sorrow. Jane had become the lady on his arm at events. Yet everyone knew she is Sherlock's. Even the fanatics making it known with slurs on his car and emails.
"What girl would date a single mom?"
"What woman would want a workaholic detective?"
"In another lifetime I would."
"Cheers on that life." Lestrade moves Hugo to Jane. "I should go."
"I'm sorry Greg." Greg leans over giving her a kiss.
"We still have Paris." She smiles at the movie reference.
"Good night."
"Night." Lestrade sees himself out. Knowing he would never take the place of Sherlock Holmes. But he would take what he can get. Jane gives him a lot.
Outside he sees Sherlock.
"You are a right git." Going to stand before him. "You should have contacted her."
"I couldn't put her life in danger."
"Oh you did that by dying in front of her."
Sherlock looks at him.
"She fainted and almost gave up. Almost aborted Hugo."
"You care for them."
"Of course I do. He is my godson."
"And who is the godmother?"
"Mrs. Hudson."
"Good choices."
"Yeah you should learn from her example. Night Sherlock." Lestrade walks away. Jane's anger becoming his. If she would have him he would do it. Almost there too. Then Sherlock comes back into her life.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Sherlock waits outside her flat the next morning. Getting a coffee, black, for her. Then remembering her favorite orange cranberry scone. The stroller unfolds before her. Then turning she picks up the carrier and placing it on. Turning for work she heads off. Sherlock runs to her.
"Jane, please." She ignores him still walking. Then they reach a traffic light. "I got you a coffee." She glares at him. Then he holds out the bag. "Orange cranberry scone."
"I don't like them."
"Sure you do."
"I was pregnant and developed a citrus allergy. I can't stand them." The signal went. She went. Sherlock followed like a lost puppy. Arriving at daycare she enters. Sherlock sliding in.
"Who's this?" the receptionist asked.
"Somebody who is not allowed to pick up Hugo."
"Add him to the list?"
"Please." She begins to lean over and give her son kisses. The little man sleeping on the way over.
"What list?" Sherlock asks. Looking to her then the receptionist then to Jane who had finally picked up her, their son. "Is Mycroft on the list?"
"Your mother is too." Sherlock nods, understanding.
"I bet Greg can pick him up." Jane stiffens before going through another door. A security guard steps through to block his path. Sherlock sizes him up and thinks better. Even if a good shot to the kidneys would incapacitate him.
Stepping back he waits for Jane. Coming back the stroller has been folded up and placed on the rake by the door.
"Thanks, Evan."
"Bye Ms. Watson." Jane exits, Sherlock follows.
"So Gavin?"
"Greg, and yes. How else do you think I got by being a single mom? He is there for me, us."
"So you and he?"
"And what if we were it's…"
"None of my business I know. But really."
"You thought Hugo was his didn't you." She stops before she goes down to the tubes.
"I did."
"It was better when you were dead. I am not a toy Sherlock. Grow up." She descends leaving him there to just wonder. Then realize he had destroyed something wonderful. Yet she needs to understand. Let him explain.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Sherlock followed her all day. Well as far as he was allowed. Sitting in a small café he watches Jane sit with Greg at a bench outside.
"Jealousy does not become you, Sherlock."
"You should have told me." Sherlock growls at his brother.
"Would that of changed anything?" Sherlock looks over at her. She is handing Lestrade a sandwich. He should be there. "Greg is a good man. He helps her out where I can not."
"So you have been keeping a well tuned eye on her?"
"Of course. Especially for Hugo."
"What is he like?" Mycroft takes a deep breath. Though to what he should let his brother believe. He had been helping out more than from the shadows.
"Small." Sherlock glares at him. "He is a baby Sherlock. He clings to Jane as if she is the best thing on earth." Mycroft had to silently agree to that. "Has a good laugh. Loves Thomas."
"Thomas?"
"A show about trains. Really loves it."
"And you do too." Mycroft has to huff at that.
"Well it is simple and the toys are easy to pick up."
"I bet you got him all of them."
"It is the small things." Mycroft looks as Greg gets them coffee sitting beside her.
"Jealousy doesn't become you, Mycroft." Mycroft smiles.
"Then maybe you should of told her." Sherlock glares at him. Mycroft knew that he couldn't he had to deal with Moriarty. Had to save her. If Moriarty's people found out he had a son. She would be in more danger. The target would go right back to her.
"So what do I do?" Mycroft looks at him.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Jane stopped her walk down the street. Looking over her shoulder then walking. She hates this feeling. Looking up at a CCTV she knows Mycroft has an eye on her. Knows she is somewhat safe. A slight security she would never acknowledge.
Two people are walking toward her. She needs to get home. Needs to stop and breath. Pulling out her phone she wonders whom she should call. Her mind going quickly to Sherlock but he probably has a new number.
Sending a text. He prefers text.
/Somebody following – JW/
"Greg?" stopping in the middle of the block. Greg always picked up on the first ring for her.
"Jane?"
"I'm being followed."
"Are you sure it's not Mycroft again?"
"Not his class of criminal. "
"Where are you?"
"I was a block away from Hugo. I turned."
"Understood. Anywhere to go?"
"Um," she looks up at the fire escape.
"Possible, but if I do I have to hang up."
"Do it." Hanging up she runs to the fire escape. Using a little pakour she uses the wall to reach the ladder. Her skills still up since Sherlock and having Hugo. Down she climbs. Climbing up to the roof. Then she runs.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Sherlock looks at his text. She texted him. She, he read is again. Grabbing his coat he is off. He doesn't really know where she is at but if it is the same path from her work to get Hugo he knew. But it was slow from his spot across from her flat.
Quickest route. His head working. Jumping to reach the ladder he goes up. Making his way there.
Then he sees her. She is leaping from one roof to another. Leading away from Hugo. Then his breath catches as she jumps the biggest of gaps between buildings. She has too.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
They had followed her up and over. Need to lead them away. She'll jump the overage if it keeps him safe. Oh no, she makes the leap but her foot skids on the edge. She begins to fall but someone grabs her. Looking up in shock she sees Sherlock.
Sherlock pulls her up over the edge.
"Are you alright?"
"No time, move." She huffs pulling him along. They don't wait for the criminals. Far enough away they get themselves down. Sherlock watches her bend in half as they make it down.
"Are you alright?"
"I think I bruised a rib or two." She straightens. "You came."
"Why wouldn't I?" shaking her head she walks toward the street. Then a black car pulls up. Mycroft stepping out.
"Jane?"
"Late as always Mycroft."
"Do you need a lift?"
"It will be rather tight." She looks back to Sherlock who is coming toward them.
"I see."
Then there is a police car at the end of the block. Greg getting out and running toward them.
"Jane, are you alright?"
"Yes, Hugo?"
"Sally is there."
"Thank you."
"Always." The four look from one another. "Mycroft, Sherlock." Greg acknowledges them.
"Hello Greg." Mycroft nods. Sherlock observes the three of them. Mostly the body language between his brother and the inspector. The way they stand with their teeth silently bared at one another. Both wanting to stand by her and protect her. How noble. "Do you know who was following you?"
"Hired thugs I gather. They move like it but they are determined so must be getting paid well."
"So who would go after you?" Greg wonders. She looks to Sherlock.
"Maybe people know Sherlock is back in town. It's not the first time I've been used as bait for him." She looks at her watch. "Damn, I need to get Hugo."
"Let/we'll/let me." Were all spoken at once by all the males around her. Shaking her head she looks to Sherlock. He had just saved her life, again. There was still tension but she is maternal.
"Sherlock, walk me. Greg you should go back to work. Thank you for coming." Lestrade looks at them before nodding to her. Knowing she will be safe.
"Always. Call you later."
"Yes, night."
/Te Amo: Hugo/
"Night." He walks back to his car. She looks at the brothers. Mycroft is standing there tall and proud like always. Sherlock is standing there just staring at her.
"Mycroft your timing is getting worst. I suggest you look over your cameras to identify who was following me and identify them, please." Mycroft glares over at his brother. Sherlock does not acknowledge him. Yet he is listening.
"It will be done. Sorry for my tardiness. It will not happen again. Night Jane, Sherlock." He gets back into his dark car.
Sherlock waits for him to drive off before looking at her, smiling.
"You have my brother whipped. I should take some lessons from you."
"I'm his only female, unpaired, and unthreatened, friend."
"So you're friends?"
"It happens, sort of. He is Hugo's uncle." Sherlock looks away then to her. "I need to get Hugo." She begins to walk away. "You coming?" Sherlock quickens to catch up.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Getting her son is easy. Entering her flat Sherlock takes in the section set up for her son. The toys are overflowing enough for two children. Then the new plasma on the wall with a sofa in front of it. Looking very homey.
"We're home, Hugo."
"Tom?"
"Okay, in a bit."
"Tom?" Sherlock asks watching her lift Hugo out of the stroller. Setting him down on a play mat. She collapses the stroller making room. Then going to the kitchen to get food and drink. Sherlock watches as Hugo makes little train noises while pushing the train on the ground. "Tom?" he asks again a little louder.
"Cho, Cho, chug, Cho, what woeeee." Hugo makes the noises shunting up Thomas with Percy. Sherlock watches his son play. His son. Taking in the boy he see the hair is dark. The nose is his but the lips are hers. The eyes a pale piercing sky blue.
"Ok, dinner." Sherlock looks up to see her holding a tray. There are two cups brewing tea. Then a bottle and yogurt.
"Kind of meager."
"I ordered us food this is his. And Tom is Thomas the tank engine."
"Yes, Mycroft mentioned." Setting the tray on a coffee table, she cringes. "Jane?"
"Bruised ribs, remember?"
"Yes, I'll get Hugo." Sherlock gets up to pick up the baby. People may not know but Sherlock does know how to pick up a child. Well spent a whole day reading up on techniques and things. But he knows. "So how?" he watches her as she begins to feed their son. "Jane, I…"
"I don't want to hear it. Just let me get him fed and ready for bed." Jane focused on her son. She would deal with the bigger kin in a minute.
/Te Amo: Hugo/
Watching from the door Sherlock observes their ritual before bed. Then he hears her sing.
"Sing all ye joyful, now sing all together!
The wind's in the tree-top, the wind's in the heather;
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,
And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
Dance all ye joyful, now dance all together!
Soft is the grass, and let foot be like feather!
The river is silver, the shadows are fleeting;
Merry is May-time, and merry our meeting.
Sing we now softly, and dreams let us weave him!
Wind him in slumber and there let us leave him!
The wanderer sleepeth. Now soft be his pillow!
Lullaby! Lullaby! Alder and Willow!
Sigh no more Pine, till the wind of the morn!
Fall Moon! Dark be the land!
Hush! Hush! Oak, Ash, and Thorn!
Hushed be all water, till dawn is at hand!"
He recognized it. Reading the classic The Hobbit. The Elves lullaby. Finally shutting the light off she exits. Moving around him she makes her way to the living room. Looking one last time he follows.
Jane looks at him. He is really here. She had dreamed so much that he had come back. Came back to her for her.
"Elves Lullaby." She nods.
"I read it to him when I was pregnant. It was beautiful and I thought I need a tradition. Since my family lost most and yours well." She won't go there but he understood the heavy hand on his mother. "And since I was alone I had time on my hands. I read the whole series then did Harry Potter."
"Really," doing a dead on impression of Snape. "I'm sorry." She looks away. Looks to the corner of toys. He sits down beside her. Sherlock just taking her in. Then she looks at him. Quickly moving in they kiss.
"Sorry," she begins.
"Sorry, that was," Sherlock started then stopped. "I'm sorry I had to lie to you. I had to keep you safe."
"Well you are the one who missed out. Promise me," he looks at her. She stares at him, hard.
"Promise?" She grabs his hand threading it through his.
"Promise you will never leave me, leave us."
"You are the most remarkable woman I have ever met."
"Even before thee woman?" Sherlock looks to the other room where their son sleep.
"The woman would have never given me such a gift. Nor would she of waited for me."
"I didn't wait. You were dead and I had a kid to raise." He nods.
"Yes, but.. I make a vow that I will never do it again. You have my word."
"Thank you." She rests along the couch. Sherlock sits back but then pulls her toward him. Feeling like old times but everything is new. Sherlock watches her drift off.
"Why did you name him Hugo?"
"Because of what it means." She snuggles in closer to him.
"Enlighten me." Her arm wraps tighter around him. Afraid if she let go he would fall away.
"Heart and mind. It's us."
"And I will be here. Promise."
/Te Amo: Hugo/
The end
/Te Amo: Hugo/