Sherlock was unconscious.

Lestrade felt guilty about that, but also a little bit proud.

"Gregory, thank you for defending my honour, but it wasn't entirely necessary."

"Oh, right. Sorry." Lestrade replied, blushing a small bit and looking down at his increasingly interesting shoes.

Mycroft waved a hand as somewhat of a dismissal, then walked forward and picked Sherlock up, carrying him out of the room.

Lestrade stood amongst the two Johns.

"So what did you say you were going to change your name to?" The real John asked to break the uncomfortable silence, and to distract his clone from attempting to shoot lasers at Lestrade with his eyes.

"Sebastian." The now Sebastian replied, before continuing his evil looks directed at Gregory Lestrade parade.

"Sebastian what?"

"Sebastian I'm-a-moron-for-not-realising-I-have-Mycroft?" Lestrade childishly suggested in a way that would have just been made if he'd poked his tongue out.

"I'm done! You have him if you want him so much! It is not worth it." And with that Sebastian stormed out.

John and Lestrade looked at each other.

"If I let my clone wander the streets, is it going to turn into a bad sci-fi movie with it wreaking havoc and me getting blamed for it?"

"Probably."

"Let's leave it then."

And Sebastian was promptly forgotten about. For a while at least. Mycroft may have cared for a short while, perhaps four days, before deleting him. Sherlock didn't bother to remember him, and John and Lestrade forgot in the chaos that surrounded when Sherlock broke John's heart by jumping off the roof at St Bart's. Lestrade consoled a grief stricken Mycroft, and in the three years Sherlock was gone, built a relationship, and spent many holidays on Mycroft's own ship. John welcomed Sherlock back with open arms, after breaking two of his ribs.

"I'm sorry it took so long, John. I was tracking down all of Moriarty's men, but as he wasn't really dead, it made it so much harder to trace it back to him and his last man, Moran."

"Moron? Reminds me of that time I cloned myself for you. Lestrade called him a moron for neglecting Mycroft."

"Oh yes… Paul, or something?"

"Sebastian. Whatever happened to him? Did Mycroft send his people to kill him before he exposed what Baskerville were doing or what?"

"I think I have an idea. Moriarty had said something about getting a "live in one". I think he did."

"Great. So the other me shags Mycroft, then runs away with Moriarty, and then ends up getting killed by you?"

"Could be worse."

"How exactly could that be any worse?"

And this ship has sailed!

In our quest to ship all the ships, we've covered Mystrade, Johnlock, Sheriarty, MorMor, Moriarty/John, Mycroft/John, and perhaps a little Holmescest if that is what you choose to believe happened after Mycroft carried Sherlock out of the room. Whatever floats your boat.

I apologise if this chapter feels a little rushed. Possibly because it is, but it was either now or never in Molly's brain land.

There may be an epilogue, covering exactly how things could have gotten worse, but in the mean time check out Fernando Sunburn, or wait for me to start my Mystrade fanfic.

Ciao.