Chapter 2: Doctor On Call
John stirred with a grumble and turned over to see that his phone lit up his and Mary's bedroom, he sighed before picking it up,
"errrrrr... John?... What's wrong?" Mary murmured sleepily as she checked the clock on her bedside table to see it was only 1:30am.
John rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he checked his phone screen,
"15 missed calls from Sherlock?" he said more to himself in a confused tone,
"and 5 texts" he informed Mary before opening the conversation that displayed the texts from the consulting detective,
'John, Need you at Baker Street NOW! SH'
'John, I am not kidding this is urgent! SH'
'Are you there? SH'
'For god's sake John this is serious SH'
'JOHN WATSON! SH'
Mary couldn't help but roll her eyes amused by Sherlock's texts,
"He's probably lost his cigarettes or something" she said before laying back down, pulling the duvet up to her chin and smiled gently when John pressed a kiss to her cheek,
"Nah I don't think so. Sherlock isn't really one to go that crazy over cigarettes" he said before standing and went and grabbed his coat,
"I'll go and see if he's alright" he told her gently and Mary nodded sleepily,
"Ok. I'll send a search party if you don't text me by 9 to let me know you're ok" she teased and John chuckled before heading out in his jacket that he simply threw on over his PJ's with it being so early, along with his boots.
John used his key to unlock the door to 221B when he heard a baby's cry coming from upstairs and this made him instantly dash straight up to the flat where he found Sherlock crouched on his chair with his hands pressed tightly against his ears,
"MAKE IT STOP JOHN!" he yelled and John was too stunned to respond as he looked at the tiny baby lying on a blanket in the Moses basket on the table,
"I really don't know which question to start with. I'm between either 'why on earth do you have a Moses basket?' or 'What the hell is a new born baby doing here?!" he yelled and Sherlock groaned,
"Considering your second question was conventionally louder I shall start by giving that answer first. She was left on the door step and she hasn't stopped crying!" he yelled putting his head in his hands before glancing up at John once more,
"Oh and as for the basket, sometimes Mrs Hudson's niece stays over despite my protests so I borrowed it giving the circumstances" he finished simply and John put a hand over his eyes, shaking his head before waking over to the crying new born before lifting her gently into his arms and her crying became whimpers,
"How do you know it's a girl?" John asked and Sherlock closed his eyes in relief due to the crying having stopped,
"The blanket she was wrapped in although grubby and old. It still retains it's original shade of light pink. As most people would say 'I put two and two together'" he murmured and John rolled his eyes at Sherlock's typical sarcastic laced tone before approaching his irritating friend and placed the tiny baby in his arms causing Sherlock's eyes to widen in a horrified manner,
"Wh... Why are you giving her to me?" he demanded awkwardly as John retrieved his mobile from his pocket,
"Calling a cab" he murmured as he dialled the number before placing the phone to his ear,
"We have to get the little one to hospital to have her checked out" he finished before looking amused as the tiny little baby gave out a silent yawn and snuggled into Sherlock's arms whom looked very uncomfortable,
"I, ahhhhhhh what's it doing?" he demanded awkwardly and John chuckled,
"Yeah a taxi to 221B Baker Street please. Thank you" he said to the person on the other end of the line before hanging up,
"I think she likes you Sherlock" he teased earning a glare from the detective,
"Oh do be sensible John. Now take her back" he ordered and John held up his hands in defence, shaking his head,
"No can do mate. She's sleeping. You wouldn't want to disturb her, causing her to wake up and cry again would you?" he teased and Sherlock had a look of fear on his face,
"God no" he confirmed in a firm tone.
John made his way downstairs after receiving a text alert letting him know that the cab had arrived and opened the door for Sherlock and smiled in a bright, amused manner having seen that Sherlock had wrapped the newborn gently in his favourite long coat,
"You're letting her use your coat as a blanket?" he asked in a just as amused tone to match his smile which earned another glare,
"Well I can't just let her sleep in that poor excuse for a blanket can I?" he demanded firmly as he climbed into the cab followed by the very amused doctor.
The Maternity nurse checked the little newborn over before she came back out carrying her,
"Perfectly happy little one" she assured, smiling at the doctor and detective before placing her in John's arms causing the baby to instantly start to cry causing them to panic and Sherlock rolled his eyes,
"You're holding her wrong" Sherlock scolded before taking the baby in his arms gently causing the baby's cries to become whimpers as she snuggled into Sherlock's warmth causing the nurse to smile softly,
"Awwwwww she's obviously a daddy's girl" she said happily causing Sherlock to look at her defensively,
"Oh no, no no she's not... I'm not" He tried but the nurse's pager beeped,
"Sorry I have to see to my other patients" she said before heading off and Sherlock sighed before looking at the sleeping baby awkwardly.
Sherlock's brother chuckled at the sight of Sherlock cradling a baby,
"Oh brother mine. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" he asked with a smug smile and Sherlock closed his eyes, gritting his teeth,
"Don't try to be funny Mycroft. It doesn't suit you now fix this" he ordered causing his older brother to raise his eyes to the heavens in a amused manner before pressing a button his phone and placing it to his ear in a sophisticated manner,
"Yes put me through to child services" he said turning his back, heading into the hallway to continue the call.
Sherlock groaned as the baby began to cry again,
"There there" he soother awkwardly before sitting down in his usual chair next to the fireplace, raising his eyes towards the door to make sure Mycroft was out of earshot and looked back towards the tiny human in his arms,
"You shouldn't worry you know?... As much as I hate to admit it, My brother does get things sorted and he'll find you a nice home" he told the whimpering baby,
"You should know that I believe who ever left you on my door step must have been suffering from a serious lack of intelligence. If they had any at all that is" he continued earning a gurgle from the tiny baby in his arms and Sherlock gave a secret half smile,
"Not because I'm a high functioning sociopath with not even the first ounce of an idea of how to look after a baby but... In not one corridor of my mind palace can I come to a conclusion of why your parents would abandon you." he told her offering his finger to her small hand, which she grasped happily,
"Well for starters. I can't very well hand you over to child services nameless can I? You deserve a name at least" he murmured with a thoughtful expression as he tilted his head,
"You're... A girl so obviously a female name... You're little... Utterly noisy... you're quite... Cuddly as John would say... and for some reason you're very attached to the colour yellow since John purchased you that new blanket" he brainstormed making each word project around him through his Mind's eye.
Yellow. Cuddly. Little. Utterly noisy.
Sherlock's eyes squinted as he rearranged the words,
Little, Utterly noisy, Cuddly, Yellow.
Sherlock erased the unimportant letters,
L – U – C – Y.
Sherlock looked at the little one once more,
"Well I guess Lucy could suit you for the time being" he pondered earning a happy gurgle from the baby and it was then that Mycroft re-entered the room,
"Enjoying yourself little brother" Mycroft teased, placing his phone away in his pocket,
"Anyhow, I'm afraid the young one will have to remain with you for the next month as Child services have a list of cases that can't be ignored. Good day little brother" he said simply before heading down the stairs and Sherlock looked horrified, standing,
"A Month?! What am I supposed to do with a baby for a month?!" he called after his brother,
"You look after her" Mycroft responded simply before closing the front door behind him.
Awwwwwwww so the baby has a name now but Sherlock has to look after her for the next month! How will he survive?! You'll have to review and let me know what you think in order to unlock the next chapter!
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