Sorry I took so long, I had midterms, asthma issues, a messed up ankle, suckish friends, and a history project.

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Funnily enough, if you looked at my search history right now, you would think that I was pregnant.

Warnings: Discussion of abortion.

Thanks to everyone that followed and favorited, and to Bbbyrd and Luka Knight for commenting!

-Jaycee

Sherlock had to get rid of it.

The sooner he dismantled Moriarty's network, the sooner he'd be able to return to John.

John.

John would never forgive him if he knew.

John would want to keep the child, watch it grow up.

But John would never have to know. Doctors could be bribed, not even Mycroft would know.

He had to get rid of it.

He couldn't get rid of it. His, ah, abnormal body system made most methods of abortion impossible, and he was allergic to the drugs involved in a medicinal abortion.

He had to keep it.

There was no way he was giving the child up for adoption. If he was keeping the child, he was keeping it. End of discussion.

This meant that he would need some help.

Mycroft usually didn't meet Sherlock whenever he requested something. He'd normally send Anthea or an agent to pick him up.

However, his brother usually exercised mock- politeness when he requested something.

This time, Mycroft only received a location and a plea for help.

Sherlock knew that, despite whatever he would say, Mycroft loved him and would assist him wherever and whenever he could.

He also knew that Mycroft felt guilty.

Mycroft knew that everything was his fault. If he had taken better care around his brother, Sherlock would never have gotten ahold of the fertility drug, and he'd never have become a drug addict.

I f he had come home more when Sherlock was growing up, Sherlock might have forgiven him.

If he had been there when Sherlock needed him, Sherlock mightn't have felt so alone.

And he knew, that as soon as Mycroft saw him, he would know that something was wrong.

Mycroft had never seen his brother tired. Even when he was doing cocaine, Sherlock never looked tired.

The time away from John had not done him any good. Sherlock looked tired and underweight.

Mycroft's worry only increased when Sherlock tossed him a small ziplock bag with a white stick in it.