Sherlock woke to find himself all stitched up, but his brother was no where to be seen.
'Excuse me, nurse? Where's Mycroft Holmes?'
'Are you a relation?'
'He's my older brother.'
'He's in surgery at the moment.'
'What for?'
'He has third degree burns much like yourself but since he has cancer their worried the explosion could have caused something to enter his immune system which is pretty weak from the kimo.'
'Can you keep updated?'
'Of course.'
'Thank you.' As the nurse left, Joan came in. 'Joan?'
'Sherlock!.' She hugged but he winced. 'Sorry. I thought i'd lost you again.'
'You'll never get rid of me. I thought you weren't suppose...'
'Lestrade sent a e-mail to the airline explaining everything, they were extra careful on my part,I almost had a heart attack when they told...If you died...'
'Hey...I'm fine...It's Mycroft we need to worry about...He's in surgery.'
'What for?'
'They're worried something in the blast may have effected his cancer.'
'He's dying?' Sherlock nodded, she saw tears forming in his eyes. 'Sherlock...' She pulled him into a hug as he let the tears fall. 'I'm sorry.'
'I said some horrible things to him...I just want to tell him i'm sorry.'
'I'm sure he knows.' As they said that, the nurse wheeled Mycroft in. 'Is that him?'
'Yeah...' Sherlock managed to pull himself up out of bed and sat on the edge of Mycroft's. 'Mycroft?' Mycroft lifted his air mask off.
'Sherlock..Your alright.'
'How are you feeling?'
'Tired... Not in a bad a way.' He looked over and saw Joan. 'Is that her?' Joan got up and made her way over. 'Joan?'
'Yeah, nice to meet you. I only wish it was under better circumstances.'
'I'm just glad i got to meet you, Sherlock's told me about you, says your the one who made him a better man.'
'I hope so.'
'And i take it.. this little one will be my nephew?'
Joan nodded. She took his hand and placed it on her tummy. The baby kicked. 'Hello, little one.' Joan smiled.
'I think he's going to like you.'
'Joan..If you don't mind..I would like sometime alone time with my brother.'
'Of course. I'll be back in bit.' She kissed Sherlock on the cheek and left them alone.
'You keep a hold of her Sherlock.'
'I intend to.'
'I just want you to know...If i die...I want you to have 221b for your son ...once it's rebuilt.'
'What?'
'Consider it a graduation gift from his proud uncle.'
'Your not going to die..Your not...'
'Sherlock...We both know i will eventually...I just didn't want to leave my nephew with nothing.'
'I'm so sorry...I never meant..'
'I know. I heard you before...and you are forgiven.' Sherlock began to cry as Mycroft pulled him down so his head rested on his chest. 'It'll be alright brother...I promise.' Joan watched from the window and began to cry herself.
Later that night, Joan found herself sleeping in next to Sherlock, he needed her, now more than ever. He felt so cold..Suddenly she felt something wet trickle down her legs.
'Sherlock, wake up.'
'What?'
'I think my waters broke.'
The nurse took Joan to a private room where she and Sherlock could wait till she was ready to go to the delivery room.
'Sherlock...He's too early..'
'He'll be fine.'
He held her hand through her contractions, he's never seen her in that much pain before. Every few minutes a nurse came in too check on her, she still was dilated enough.
'Oh god!...'
'Your doing fine...Just keep hold of my hand.'
'i can't do this...I can't..'
'Yes you can..Your brilliant...Your smart, funny...And most importantly..you put up with me...' Joan started to laugh. 'So if you can do that..You can do this. Joan reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. At that moment the nurse came in to check on Joan. She was ready. They wheeled her down to delivery where Sherlock waited anxiously. At that moment, Mycroft wheeled his way in.
'Mycroft?'
'Wheelchairs are not as well guarded as they use to be.'
'You should be resting.'
'Well, if it's alright with you...I would like to meet my nephew.' A nurse came out.
'Mr Holmes?'
'How is she?'
'She doing fine.'
'And..the baby?'
'Fit as a fiddle. You can come in now.' Sherlock pushed opened the door and saw Joan, lying there with their son in her arms.
'Hey..'
'Hey..Come and say hi.' Sherlock made his way over and as he got closer he couldn't keep his eyes off him. He was so beautiful. 'Here..Mind his head.' She passed him over to Sherlock, who was trying to hold back tears. Joan couldn't help but smile, She could now have the family she always wanted.
'I..Thought of a name...Joseph.'
'Joseph....Joseph Holmes...I like it.'
'Hey Joseph...I...' Tears began to fall from both parent's eyes. Sherlock went and sat next to Joan on the bed. 'Joan..Will you...'
'Yes.' He leaned in and gave her a slow, soft kiss. At that point Mycroft entered.
'I don't think he needs to see that this early on..' They broke apart and laughed. Sherlock got up and placed Joseph in his arms.
'Joseph..This is uncle Mycroft.'
'Hello Joseph..I'm so glad i got to meet you...You need to know...You have the best mother in world and the most...Fantastic father...You don't know how lucky you really are...Well done brother.'
'Thank you...I'll tell him about you...You won't be forgotten...' Sherlock knelt down in front of him and for the first time..Gave his brother a hug. 'I'll miss you.'
'And i you.' At that point, Joseph opened his eyes and made a little gurgle, 'He's got your eyes Joan.' Mycroft handed him back to Sherlock who took him over to Joan. He placed his forehead against her's.
'I love you.'
'I love you.' They both looked down at their son, they couldn't believe it..They were finally parents.
A couple hours later, Joan had phoned all her relatives and Sherlock had phoned his father. Joan couldn't believe it but she was glad they were now on speaking terms. A moment later, Gregson entered along with Lestrade.
'Miss Watson.'
'Hey Thomas.' He peered in the crib next to her.
'He looks like his father..Speaking of which where is he?'
'He's in with his brother on the second floor. Is this about the explosion?'
'We just need to ask a few questions.' They made their way down and found them in Mycroft's room.
'Captain.'
'Holmes..How are you?
'I'm feeling better...Thomas this is my brother Mycroft..Mycroft this is captain Gregson.'
'Nice to meet you. I just have a few questions to ask..'
'Of course.'
A few minutes went by and they explained everything even about Moriarty.
'Thanks captain.'
'No problem, we'll be in touch.' They left.
'I didn't think you would tell them about Moriarty.'
'Had no choice..He is clearly behind it..and i promise you..I will get him for this..For you.'
'Thank you.'
'I'll see you soon.' As Sherlock left Mycroft let a few tears fall, wishing they had those conversations years ago. He was going to miss his little brother and his new nephew. He wanted to be around for him..but fate had other ideas.
'Excuse me, nurse? Where's Mycroft Holmes?'
'Are you a relation?'
'He's my older brother.'
'He's in surgery at the moment.'
'What for?'
'He has third degree burns much like yourself but since he has cancer their worried the explosion could have caused something to enter his immune system which is pretty weak from the kimo.'
'Can you keep updated?'
'Of course.'
'Thank you.' As the nurse left, Joan came in. 'Joan?'
'Sherlock!.' She hugged but he winced. 'Sorry. I thought i'd lost you again.'
'You'll never get rid of me. I thought you weren't suppose...'
'Lestrade sent a e-mail to the airline explaining everything, they were extra careful on my part,I almost had a heart attack when they told...If you died...'
'Hey...I'm fine...It's Mycroft we need to worry about...He's in surgery.'
'What for?'
'They're worried something in the blast may have effected his cancer.'
'He's dying?' Sherlock nodded, she saw tears forming in his eyes. 'Sherlock...' She pulled him into a hug as he let the tears fall. 'I'm sorry.'
'I said some horrible things to him...I just want to tell him i'm sorry.'
'I'm sure he knows.' As they said that, the nurse wheeled Mycroft in. 'Is that him?'
'Yeah...' Sherlock managed to pull himself up out of bed and sat on the edge of Mycroft's. 'Mycroft?' Mycroft lifted his air mask off.
'Sherlock..Your alright.'
'How are you feeling?'
'Tired... Not in a bad a way.' He looked over and saw Joan. 'Is that her?' Joan got up and made her way over. 'Joan?'
'Yeah, nice to meet you. I only wish it was under better circumstances.'
'I'm just glad i got to meet you, Sherlock's told me about you, says your the one who made him a better man.'
'I hope so.'
'And i take it.. this little one will be my nephew?'
Joan nodded. She took his hand and placed it on her tummy. The baby kicked. 'Hello, little one.' Joan smiled.
'I think he's going to like you.'
'Joan..If you don't mind..I would like sometime alone time with my brother.'
'Of course. I'll be back in bit.' She kissed Sherlock on the cheek and left them alone.
'You keep a hold of her Sherlock.'
'I intend to.'
'I just want you to know...If i die...I want you to have 221b for your son ...once it's rebuilt.'
'What?'
'Consider it a graduation gift from his proud uncle.'
'Your not going to die..Your not...'
'Sherlock...We both know i will eventually...I just didn't want to leave my nephew with nothing.'
'I'm so sorry...I never meant..'
'I know. I heard you before...and you are forgiven.' Sherlock began to cry as Mycroft pulled him down so his head rested on his chest. 'It'll be alright brother...I promise.' Joan watched from the window and began to cry herself.
Later that night, Joan found herself sleeping in next to Sherlock, he needed her, now more than ever. He felt so cold..Suddenly she felt something wet trickle down her legs.
'Sherlock, wake up.'
'What?'
'I think my waters broke.'
The nurse took Joan to a private room where she and Sherlock could wait till she was ready to go to the delivery room.
'Sherlock...He's too early..'
'He'll be fine.'
He held her hand through her contractions, he's never seen her in that much pain before. Every few minutes a nurse came in too check on her, she still was dilated enough.
'Oh god!...'
'Your doing fine...Just keep hold of my hand.'
'i can't do this...I can't..'
'Yes you can..Your brilliant...Your smart, funny...And most importantly..you put up with me...' Joan started to laugh. 'So if you can do that..You can do this. Joan reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. At that moment the nurse came in to check on Joan. She was ready. They wheeled her down to delivery where Sherlock waited anxiously. At that moment, Mycroft wheeled his way in.
'Mycroft?'
'Wheelchairs are not as well guarded as they use to be.'
'You should be resting.'
'Well, if it's alright with you...I would like to meet my nephew.' A nurse came out.
'Mr Holmes?'
'How is she?'
'She doing fine.'
'And..the baby?'
'Fit as a fiddle. You can come in now.' Sherlock pushed opened the door and saw Joan, lying there with their son in her arms.
'Hey..'
'Hey..Come and say hi.' Sherlock made his way over and as he got closer he couldn't keep his eyes off him. He was so beautiful. 'Here..Mind his head.' She passed him over to Sherlock, who was trying to hold back tears. Joan couldn't help but smile, She could now have the family she always wanted.
'I..Thought of a name...Joseph.'
'Joseph....Joseph Holmes...I like it.'
'Hey Joseph...I...' Tears began to fall from both parent's eyes. Sherlock went and sat next to Joan on the bed. 'Joan..Will you...'
'Yes.' He leaned in and gave her a slow, soft kiss. At that point Mycroft entered.
'I don't think he needs to see that this early on..' They broke apart and laughed. Sherlock got up and placed Joseph in his arms.
'Joseph..This is uncle Mycroft.'
'Hello Joseph..I'm so glad i got to meet you...You need to know...You have the best mother in world and the most...Fantastic father...You don't know how lucky you really are...Well done brother.'
'Thank you...I'll tell him about you...You won't be forgotten...' Sherlock knelt down in front of him and for the first time..Gave his brother a hug. 'I'll miss you.'
'And i you.' At that point, Joseph opened his eyes and made a little gurgle, 'He's got your eyes Joan.' Mycroft handed him back to Sherlock who took him over to Joan. He placed his forehead against her's.
'I love you.'
'I love you.' They both looked down at their son, they couldn't believe it..They were finally parents.
A couple hours later, Joan had phoned all her relatives and Sherlock had phoned his father. Joan couldn't believe it but she was glad they were now on speaking terms. A moment later, Gregson entered along with Lestrade.
'Miss Watson.'
'Hey Thomas.' He peered in the crib next to her.
'He looks like his father..Speaking of which where is he?'
'He's in with his brother on the second floor. Is this about the explosion?'
'We just need to ask a few questions.' They made their way down and found them in Mycroft's room.
'Captain.'
'Holmes..How are you?
'I'm feeling better...Thomas this is my brother Mycroft..Mycroft this is captain Gregson.'
'Nice to meet you. I just have a few questions to ask..'
'Of course.'
A few minutes went by and they explained everything even about Moriarty.
'Thanks captain.'
'No problem, we'll be in touch.' They left.
'I didn't think you would tell them about Moriarty.'
'Had no choice..He is clearly behind it..and i promise you..I will get him for this..For you.'
'Thank you.'
'I'll see you soon.' As Sherlock left Mycroft let a few tears fall, wishing they had those conversations years ago. He was going to miss his little brother and his new nephew. He wanted to be around for him..but fate had other ideas.
