It's been a few months since Sherlock was in hospital and Joan is now six months pregnant with their baby.Sherlock has been sleeping in Irene's old room as he and Joan aren't together.
He woke up, still missing the warmth Joan's body lying suivant to his own. He got up from his lit and sat for a moment, only three plus months till their son would arrive. He couldn't wait to meet him. He went upstairs and found Joan in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful to him, always did.
'Morning.'
'Morning, There thé in the pot if toi want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down suivant to her. 'You sleep alright?'
'Sort of, the little on got restless.' She poured Sherlock some tea.
'Thanks. Only three months left.'
'I know, i'm so nervous.' She placed her hand on her tummy, she felt a little bump. 'Quick put your hand here.' Sherlock placed his hand on her tummy, he felt it too.
'He's awake.' He leaned over and placed his ear on Joan's tummy.
'What are toi doing?'
'Listening.' .
'You can't hear...'
'Shhh.' Joan shook her head but she loved how involved he still was even though they weren't together. She then, subconsciously, started to run her hand through his hair. She couldn't see him but Sherlock shut his eyes, enjoying the movement her hands made. After a few moments he raised his head, now their faces were only inches apart. He closed the gap between them, his lips making quick contact with hers. Joan pulled away.
'Sherlock, we can't...'
'I don't care.'
He once again closed the gap between them. The Kiss was soft and slow. Joan wanted to pull away but something wouldn't let her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his went round her waist. Sherlock pulled away slowly.
'Sherlock...
'No...don't.
'We can't.' She got up and went to the living room, Sherlock followed her.
'Joan...'
'Sherlock don't. toi did this for our son, so we didn't have to give him up.'
'I know i did but...I miss you.'
'And toi think i don't? When i wake up in our lit and your not there... It feels so wrong. But i can't risk our son's safety, not now.' Sherlock's phone went off. 'You should get that.'
'It's just a message.'
'It could be important.' Joan picked up his phone and handed it to him. He opened it. 'What is it?'
'My brother. He wants me to meet me.' He turned to Joan. 'Looks like I'm going to London.'
London seemed like foreign country to Sherlock. As the cab pulled up outside 221b, old memories started to resurface. He wished Joan could come but she couldn't fly due to récent events. He opened the door and went upstairs, he still had his old keys. The flat looked so different, plus dull.
'Mycroft?'
'In the kitchen.' Sherlock placed his bag down and made his way through. 'Did toi have a pleasant flight?'
'I was placed suivant to a screaming child and no amount of noise resistant headphones could block him out.'
'Where's your companion dad was telling me about?'
'She couldn't make it, feeling a bit under the weather. So what's this about?'
'Why don't we sit down?' He led Sherlock into the living room and they sat on opposite ends of the couch. 'I have a case for you. My friend James had gone missing, i haven't heard ou seen from him in days. I would appreciate it if toi could help to find him.'
'I'll do my best. I best find a hotel..'
'You can stay here if toi wish. I'm not that cold hearted, even after your little...dallyings with my fiance.'
'I explained myself, she was marrying toi for the family fortune...I proved it.'
'I know toi did but toi didn't have to sleep with her.'
'I'd say i was making a point but...I'm a changed man. toi can thank Joan for that.'
'I will. So how long?'
'I'm sorry?'
'How long have toi been sleeping with her?'
'Who says..'
'I can tell Sherlock. toi not only one who has powers of observation.'
'We were engaged but..it didn't work out.'
'Irene?' Sherlock nodded. 'Thought as much.'
'Look, I never slept with Irene while I was with Joan. We may have..kissed a couple of times but that's all!'
'So what about the baby?'
'We've decide to get back together when he's born, that way Moriarty has no hold over either of us.'
'Smart plan brother but I don't think Irene will like it.'
'I don't care about her...Joan and the baby are my future. I have to leave her in past were she belongs. Now, tell me about your friend.'
Back in New York, Joan was sitting on the canapé lire up on some cases Sherlock told her to look into for when he gets back. She hated that she couldn't go to London. She missed him.. and she wanted to get to know her baby's future uncle. She wants to tell her son everything about his father's side..but only if Sherlock would let her. She knows he keeps some secrets from her but...it feels like he doesn't trust her. She rubbed her hand over tummy.
'I can't to meet you. I hope toi look like him and perhaps a wee bit of me. But I want toi to have his brains. toi are going to be so loved... toi don't know how lucky toi are.'
Sherlock went for a walk around London, trying to get use to his old surroundings. He did miss this place. He went through the park, where his mother took him and Mycroft as children. So many memories. He sat down on a near par bench, thinking about her. She was always there for him, not like his father. He took out his phone and dialed Joan's number.
'Hey Sherlock, how's London?'
'It's the same as i remembered it. How are you? Any contractions?'
'No, He's not here yet..Which reminds me, we don't have a name for this little guy.'
'We've had alot on our plate lately.'
'I know but..He needs to know who he is, we need to know.'
'I'll think of some and get back to you....I miss you.'
'Me too. I really wanted to come and meet your brother.'
'He was wanting to meet toi too, Father's told him all about you.'
'Good things i hope.'
'No doubt they were. Look, i better be off, Mycroft's donné me a case but..I'll see toi soon.'
'Ok...I l’amour you.'
'...Love you.'
She hung up the phone and they both started to cry.They missed each other plus than anything. Sherlock looked up and saw a wee boy with his parents at the park. He wanted that to be him and Joan someday. He turned his head and spotted a tramp, he looked exactly like James. He got up and went over to him.
'James?'
'Yes?'
'I'm Sherlock Holmes, i work...'
'Sherlock? Your Mycroft's brother.'
'He told toi about me?'
'He mentioned toi a couple of times..Said toi were some detective in New York.'
'That i am, he asked me to help find. He hasn't heard from toi in days.'
'I've been busy.'
'So i see. Are you...hiding from someone?'
'You could say that. I owe him a couple grand.'
'You a volé, étole from him?'
'He a dit he'd pay me to take care of some business he had in the west end, never saw a penny. So..I took what was mine.'
'Can toi remember this man's name?'
'...Moriarty.'
He woke up, still missing the warmth Joan's body lying suivant to his own. He got up from his lit and sat for a moment, only three plus months till their son would arrive. He couldn't wait to meet him. He went upstairs and found Joan in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful to him, always did.
'Morning.'
'Morning, There thé in the pot if toi want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down suivant to her. 'You sleep alright?'
'Sort of, the little on got restless.' She poured Sherlock some tea.
'Thanks. Only three months left.'
'I know, i'm so nervous.' She placed her hand on her tummy, she felt a little bump. 'Quick put your hand here.' Sherlock placed his hand on her tummy, he felt it too.
'He's awake.' He leaned over and placed his ear on Joan's tummy.
'What are toi doing?'
'Listening.' .
'You can't hear...'
'Shhh.' Joan shook her head but she loved how involved he still was even though they weren't together. She then, subconsciously, started to run her hand through his hair. She couldn't see him but Sherlock shut his eyes, enjoying the movement her hands made. After a few moments he raised his head, now their faces were only inches apart. He closed the gap between them, his lips making quick contact with hers. Joan pulled away.
'Sherlock, we can't...'
'I don't care.'
He once again closed the gap between them. The Kiss was soft and slow. Joan wanted to pull away but something wouldn't let her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his went round her waist. Sherlock pulled away slowly.
'Sherlock...
'No...don't.
'We can't.' She got up and went to the living room, Sherlock followed her.
'Joan...'
'Sherlock don't. toi did this for our son, so we didn't have to give him up.'
'I know i did but...I miss you.'
'And toi think i don't? When i wake up in our lit and your not there... It feels so wrong. But i can't risk our son's safety, not now.' Sherlock's phone went off. 'You should get that.'
'It's just a message.'
'It could be important.' Joan picked up his phone and handed it to him. He opened it. 'What is it?'
'My brother. He wants me to meet me.' He turned to Joan. 'Looks like I'm going to London.'
London seemed like foreign country to Sherlock. As the cab pulled up outside 221b, old memories started to resurface. He wished Joan could come but she couldn't fly due to récent events. He opened the door and went upstairs, he still had his old keys. The flat looked so different, plus dull.
'Mycroft?'
'In the kitchen.' Sherlock placed his bag down and made his way through. 'Did toi have a pleasant flight?'
'I was placed suivant to a screaming child and no amount of noise resistant headphones could block him out.'
'Where's your companion dad was telling me about?'
'She couldn't make it, feeling a bit under the weather. So what's this about?'
'Why don't we sit down?' He led Sherlock into the living room and they sat on opposite ends of the couch. 'I have a case for you. My friend James had gone missing, i haven't heard ou seen from him in days. I would appreciate it if toi could help to find him.'
'I'll do my best. I best find a hotel..'
'You can stay here if toi wish. I'm not that cold hearted, even after your little...dallyings with my fiance.'
'I explained myself, she was marrying toi for the family fortune...I proved it.'
'I know toi did but toi didn't have to sleep with her.'
'I'd say i was making a point but...I'm a changed man. toi can thank Joan for that.'
'I will. So how long?'
'I'm sorry?'
'How long have toi been sleeping with her?'
'Who says..'
'I can tell Sherlock. toi not only one who has powers of observation.'
'We were engaged but..it didn't work out.'
'Irene?' Sherlock nodded. 'Thought as much.'
'Look, I never slept with Irene while I was with Joan. We may have..kissed a couple of times but that's all!'
'So what about the baby?'
'We've decide to get back together when he's born, that way Moriarty has no hold over either of us.'
'Smart plan brother but I don't think Irene will like it.'
'I don't care about her...Joan and the baby are my future. I have to leave her in past were she belongs. Now, tell me about your friend.'
Back in New York, Joan was sitting on the canapé lire up on some cases Sherlock told her to look into for when he gets back. She hated that she couldn't go to London. She missed him.. and she wanted to get to know her baby's future uncle. She wants to tell her son everything about his father's side..but only if Sherlock would let her. She knows he keeps some secrets from her but...it feels like he doesn't trust her. She rubbed her hand over tummy.
'I can't to meet you. I hope toi look like him and perhaps a wee bit of me. But I want toi to have his brains. toi are going to be so loved... toi don't know how lucky toi are.'
Sherlock went for a walk around London, trying to get use to his old surroundings. He did miss this place. He went through the park, where his mother took him and Mycroft as children. So many memories. He sat down on a near par bench, thinking about her. She was always there for him, not like his father. He took out his phone and dialed Joan's number.
'Hey Sherlock, how's London?'
'It's the same as i remembered it. How are you? Any contractions?'
'No, He's not here yet..Which reminds me, we don't have a name for this little guy.'
'We've had alot on our plate lately.'
'I know but..He needs to know who he is, we need to know.'
'I'll think of some and get back to you....I miss you.'
'Me too. I really wanted to come and meet your brother.'
'He was wanting to meet toi too, Father's told him all about you.'
'Good things i hope.'
'No doubt they were. Look, i better be off, Mycroft's donné me a case but..I'll see toi soon.'
'Ok...I l’amour you.'
'...Love you.'
She hung up the phone and they both started to cry.They missed each other plus than anything. Sherlock looked up and saw a wee boy with his parents at the park. He wanted that to be him and Joan someday. He turned his head and spotted a tramp, he looked exactly like James. He got up and went over to him.
'James?'
'Yes?'
'I'm Sherlock Holmes, i work...'
'Sherlock? Your Mycroft's brother.'
'He told toi about me?'
'He mentioned toi a couple of times..Said toi were some detective in New York.'
'That i am, he asked me to help find. He hasn't heard from toi in days.'
'I've been busy.'
'So i see. Are you...hiding from someone?'
'You could say that. I owe him a couple grand.'
'You a volé, étole from him?'
'He a dit he'd pay me to take care of some business he had in the west end, never saw a penny. So..I took what was mine.'
'Can toi remember this man's name?'
'...Moriarty.'
