Once again hope it's OK bit of a shorter one. i am always really tired when i write these...plot twist ahead! well i think that's what you'd call it, if not, drama ahead!

'FUCK' Sherlock growled

'Whats the matter?!' Mycroft asked quickly feeling some composure slip away.

'He's coming'

Mycroft sighed 'yes I know he is that's why i said-'

Sherlock cut his brother off sharply 'No, he's coming now'

Mycrofts blood ran cold 'Sherlock we need to call an ambulance..' he pleaded... he fumbled for his phone, no battery... 'SHIT'

Sherlock shot a look at his brother

'Oh what, I think i am allowed on this occasion' Mycroft responded one eyebrow raised

Sherlock gasped before responding 'I don't need paramedics I need John!'

Mycroft tried to think, what do you do? What DO you do? What was he supposed to be doing? He looked down at his laboring brother, feeling like a spare part.

As the cab pulled to another stand still, Sherlock slipped onto both of his knees calling out in pain as he loosened his belt

His brother grabbed his coat and draped it around him, preserving but some dignity. Before giving in and going onto his own knees next to his brother, it didn't look like he had much choice anyway, he wasn't that much of an asshole not to push aside his pride for this particular situation.

Sherlock was wasting no time as he started to push, slipping his hand down between his legs.

'I can feel it' Sherlock stated bluntly

'What?' Mycroft asked, playing dumb

'His head' Sherlock responded, just a blunt as before

Mycroft felt like a little boy lost without his mother in a supermarket. He had no idea what to do, the cabby was useless, no ambulance would get here on time now. All he could do was watch as his brother carried on trying to deliver his own baby

Sherlock let out a long strained groan as the head began to ease free, the hardest bit done. The cabby started driving slowly so the men wouldn't be thrown about too much.

Sherlock gasped for breath as he tried to focus on his breathing, Mycroft allowed Sherlock to drape an arm around his waste for support, whilst once more he pushed hard, straining, groaning loudly.. and with a rush of fluids and blood, a brand new baby fell out into Sherlock's open left arm. Sherlock gasped in utmost relief, his body was his once more, the pain was virtually gone, and he had a baby, all at the same time.

Both men just looked at it for a few moments, no idea of what to do next.

Sherlock looked up catching his breath, he examined the cab around him briefly, he saw a torn seat belt,a spatter of paint, a fag burn under the seat... Sherlock almost laughed, hardly being able to believe what he was seeing.

It's the same fucking cab

After 20 more minutes the cab had finally arrived at baker street. Mycroft had slipped the cabby more than enough money for his trouble and the mess in the back. And with that he had happily driven on to enjoy his 'early Christmas'

The pair entered the flat, to which Greg and John jumped up, rushing toward the men. Greg's face turned ghostly white as he sat down again, whilst johns jaw positively hit the floor as his own panic stations set in.

'SHERLOCK.. I've been phoning and phoning but then.. then Greg..' John began to flail his arms toward the now pale man sitting on the sofa..'He said your phone was.. well its here now but.. he said you'd left it.. and then the cab.. and then I .. Mycroft.. but... what happened?

Sherlock blinked at the startled man before answering 'Well he came out'

John gawped at the taller man ' It came out? How?.. when?!'

'Well i think you know how and about 20 minutes ago' Sherlock smirked at the panicking doctor

Sherlock cradled the tiny bundle underneath his shirt, next to his own skin

John blinked a few times before realising he was still stood in the doorway 'Come in! come in, come on sit down, is he alright, are you alright? When did Mycroft get here?

'Mycroft stalked me as usual.. to the house.. came back with me in the cab' Sherlock explained

'What so... you had him inside the cab? John asked, mouth open,. even though this was obvious by now

'Yes' Sherlock bluntly replied

'You've helped him?' John asked the older brother

'I didn't do much.. it was really fast' Mycroft replied, raising an eyebrow

'You were with him that counts for a lot' John reassured

Sherlock realised Greg was still sitting, starting at them.

'Are you alright?' Sherlock asked the man, who's colour was slowly returning to his face

Greg gave no response

Sherlock went ahead and returned his attention to his new baby, examining his tiny fingers, tiny face, his hair. He had Greg's brown eyes..

..

After Mycroft had left for a short while to 'sort some things out' and John had set about making a pot of tea, Greg finally approached him, gazing at their new born son, kneeling on the floor beside the arm chair Sherlock was seated in. he still felt very bitter about what Sherlock had said to him, he felt almost repulsed by the man, even though he knew he still loved him, which didn't help

He sighed heavily 'Ok.. I'm sorry I was a dick to you today, but you deserved it after what you said to me, it was a dark place to go whether you meant it or not'

Sherlock gave no response

Greg gave up and turned his attention back toward his son 'Is he really mine?' Greg continued

'What kind of question is that?' Sherlock snapped

Greg shook his head 'Nothing.. he's got my eyes' he smirked

Sherlock turned his head towards The detective inspector to his right, he examined his face, his handsome face.., his usual smart white shirt against his tanned skin, then his big brown eyes, his shabby grey colored hair...

Dammit he still loved him.

Over the next 30 minutes Sherlock had started to get very uncomfortable, his tummy and lower back cramping trying to rid of the placenta. Feeling like he needed to push once again. Greg had decided to leave him with John to take care of it in the bathroom. he was no use to either of them for the time being. He instead cradled his new son on the sofa, just happy to have this time with him, to sort out his own feelings, to think, to feel, to understand where he stood now and figure out his next steps.

'Its alright if you want to push' John urged, trying to both comfort and encourage his friend

Eventually, Sherlock managed to deliver, he sighed with relief of not having to go to hospital as the doctor helped clean him up of the blood that had followed.

John continued to help his friend into a hot shower before leaving him to it.

Sherlock stood under the running water, rubbing his hands over his now empty bump which had shrunk by half. He thought about Lestrade.. sitting in the next room, holding their baby, he thought about how free he was right now to just do what he wanted, he already felt the life come back into his body having not to share it with another. He wished his stomach would shrink even faster. he felt the rush of the hot water on his skin, he thought about how he could get high and not have anything to answer for other than his own health. Then he thought about the man in question. He picture the beautiful man, he remembered that one night he had stayed over, the rush, the hot rush between the two of them... He opened his eyes, looking down briefly... 'Fuck'

He was definitely still attracted to Gregory Lestrade.