Joan woke the next morning with Sherlock's arms wrapped around her. She gently turned to face him, he look so peaceful when he was asleep. She leaned in and gave a slow, soft kiss, After a moment she felt him reply. She pulled away slowly and placed her forehead against his.
'Can i get woken like that everyday?.' She giggled.
'Maybe..If your good.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'I have to meet my mother today, hope you don't mind.'
'Well it's ruined my plans for the da...'
'What plans?'
'Well they involved you, me and this bed.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, his hands gripped her waist and pulled her as close to his body as possible. Joan pulled away as air was needed.
'I need to get dressed.' She pulled the covers off her and went over to the wardrobe. 'I'm going to need maternity clothes soon.' She rubbed her tummy. 'I'm going to look like a whale.'
'You won't. You'll look amazing.' She took out a dress, placed it on the bed and began to change.
'I just hope my mom doesn't start telling me what i should and shouldn't do. I know it's my first child but i'm pretty confidant about it.' Sherlock smiled at her. 'What?'
' No words can describe how much i love you right now.'
'I love you too.' She finished dressing. 'How do i look?'
'Perfect.' Sherlock got up from the bed and went downstairs with her. 'How long do you think you'll be?.'
'An hour or two.'
'I hope so, my plans are only valid till the end of the day.'
'I guess i better hurry back then.' She gave him a quick kiss and left. Sherlock smiled, she was so perfect for him in every way possible. He went into the kitchen and found Irene sitting at the table.
'Hey, I made you tea.'
'Thanks.' He sat opposite her and took a couple sips.
'I wanted to apologize fro yesterday.'
'Accepted but you have to start tell me the truth. That's how trust works.'
'I know. I'm sorry.'
'Good. Now if you excuse me, i'm needed at the station.' He got up and went upstairs to change. Irene took his cup and flushed the rest down the drain. Now she had to run.
When he arrived at the station, he didn't feel right. He felt almost out of breathe. He sat down on the step to try and get his breathe back but it wasn't helping. Suddenly, he passed out.
'Mom, we'll be fine. Sherlock's really looking forward to the baby and the wedding.'
'I know you'll be fine, i just can't help worrying about you. Especially after that whole police...'
'Mom, Sherlock promised dad he would look after me. He wouldn't put me through that again, i know he wouldn't.' Her cell phone began to ring. 'Sorry...Hello..Captain, what's...What?...Ok, i'll be right there.' She hung up. 'Mom, I have to go.. Sherlock's in hospital.. I don't know why or...'
'Joan, calm down. I'll drive you ok?.' Joan was silent through the entire journey, Sherlock was the only thing on her mind.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were escorted to Sherlock's room. Joan looked through the window and saw him just lying there, asleep. Joan began to cry as her mother comforted her.
'Miss Watson?.'
'Yes.'
'Hi, i'm Sherlock's doctor.'
'Is he going to be alright?.'
'Still to soon to tell. He has Sepsis, which could have been caused by an infection from his scar. He's at stage 2 already, if he get's to stage 4..'
'Then there's a 30 - 100% of recovery, Which is then diminished as the number of organs involved increases. I know.'
'We've ran some test, the results should be back soon.'
'Thank you Doctor.' As he left, Joan went into the room. She sat down next to him and place her hand on his. 'Please Sherlock..Please don't...' She sat up on the bed and placed his hand on her tummy. 'Hold on for him, Hold on for your son.Our son.' Joan felt the baby kick. 'See? He's routing for you.' Sherlock moaned, he turned his head and opened his eyes.
'Joan?.'
''Hey. Your ok, your in the hospital.'
'Why?.'
'You've contracted Sepsis from you scar. That's why you were hyperventilating....It can stay in your blood for awhile before any symptoms show. I should have known, i should have had them check..'
'Don't you dare blame yourself. This wasn't your fault...I want you to do me a favor.'
'Sure.'
'I want you to check Irene's room.'
'What for?'
'Anything suspicious...I think she did this.'
'What? Sherlock there's no...'
'Just think about it.' Joan nodded.
'Alright...I'll leave you to rest.' She kissed his forehead. 'I love you.'
'I love you...and our baby.' He fell back asleep. Joan went back to her mother's car thinking about what he said, She had to be sure.
When she arrived back at the Brownstone, She went downstairs to Irene's room. It was empty, She was gone. Sherlock was right, she tried to kill him. Joan continued to look round but couldn't find any evidence. She went back upstairs to the kitchen, she noticed that only one cup was washed. She examined it and found a little trace of powder on the handle where she held it. She managed to get Sepsis in a powdered form, well not her but Moriarty, Sherlock was right again. She picked up her phone and dialed Sherlock's.
'Sherlock, you were right. She's working for Moriarty. She tried to kill you.'
'I tried. I didn't want to succeeded, why would I? Tell me Joan why would i kill the man i love?'
'Irene. Where is he?'
'Still asleep, the poor thing. I never meant to give him that much.'
'Then why give him any?'
'If i didn't..He would kill me. He proved it when he slapped then pushed me out of his car. I love Sherlock, but when it comes down to it..I will always chose my own life.'
'That's the difference between us. I would risk my life for Sherlock's no questions asked.'
'Let's prove that then. I have in my hand right now, the cure he needs. But Moriarty will only let me give it to him if..You get rid of your baby.'
'Can i get woken like that everyday?.' She giggled.
'Maybe..If your good.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'I have to meet my mother today, hope you don't mind.'
'Well it's ruined my plans for the da...'
'What plans?'
'Well they involved you, me and this bed.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, his hands gripped her waist and pulled her as close to his body as possible. Joan pulled away as air was needed.
'I need to get dressed.' She pulled the covers off her and went over to the wardrobe. 'I'm going to need maternity clothes soon.' She rubbed her tummy. 'I'm going to look like a whale.'
'You won't. You'll look amazing.' She took out a dress, placed it on the bed and began to change.
'I just hope my mom doesn't start telling me what i should and shouldn't do. I know it's my first child but i'm pretty confidant about it.' Sherlock smiled at her. 'What?'
' No words can describe how much i love you right now.'
'I love you too.' She finished dressing. 'How do i look?'
'Perfect.' Sherlock got up from the bed and went downstairs with her. 'How long do you think you'll be?.'
'An hour or two.'
'I hope so, my plans are only valid till the end of the day.'
'I guess i better hurry back then.' She gave him a quick kiss and left. Sherlock smiled, she was so perfect for him in every way possible. He went into the kitchen and found Irene sitting at the table.
'Hey, I made you tea.'
'Thanks.' He sat opposite her and took a couple sips.
'I wanted to apologize fro yesterday.'
'Accepted but you have to start tell me the truth. That's how trust works.'
'I know. I'm sorry.'
'Good. Now if you excuse me, i'm needed at the station.' He got up and went upstairs to change. Irene took his cup and flushed the rest down the drain. Now she had to run.
When he arrived at the station, he didn't feel right. He felt almost out of breathe. He sat down on the step to try and get his breathe back but it wasn't helping. Suddenly, he passed out.
'Mom, we'll be fine. Sherlock's really looking forward to the baby and the wedding.'
'I know you'll be fine, i just can't help worrying about you. Especially after that whole police...'
'Mom, Sherlock promised dad he would look after me. He wouldn't put me through that again, i know he wouldn't.' Her cell phone began to ring. 'Sorry...Hello..Captain, what's...What?...Ok, i'll be right there.' She hung up. 'Mom, I have to go.. Sherlock's in hospital.. I don't know why or...'
'Joan, calm down. I'll drive you ok?.' Joan was silent through the entire journey, Sherlock was the only thing on her mind.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were escorted to Sherlock's room. Joan looked through the window and saw him just lying there, asleep. Joan began to cry as her mother comforted her.
'Miss Watson?.'
'Yes.'
'Hi, i'm Sherlock's doctor.'
'Is he going to be alright?.'
'Still to soon to tell. He has Sepsis, which could have been caused by an infection from his scar. He's at stage 2 already, if he get's to stage 4..'
'Then there's a 30 - 100% of recovery, Which is then diminished as the number of organs involved increases. I know.'
'We've ran some test, the results should be back soon.'
'Thank you Doctor.' As he left, Joan went into the room. She sat down next to him and place her hand on his. 'Please Sherlock..Please don't...' She sat up on the bed and placed his hand on her tummy. 'Hold on for him, Hold on for your son.Our son.' Joan felt the baby kick. 'See? He's routing for you.' Sherlock moaned, he turned his head and opened his eyes.
'Joan?.'
''Hey. Your ok, your in the hospital.'
'Why?.'
'You've contracted Sepsis from you scar. That's why you were hyperventilating....It can stay in your blood for awhile before any symptoms show. I should have known, i should have had them check..'
'Don't you dare blame yourself. This wasn't your fault...I want you to do me a favor.'
'Sure.'
'I want you to check Irene's room.'
'What for?'
'Anything suspicious...I think she did this.'
'What? Sherlock there's no...'
'Just think about it.' Joan nodded.
'Alright...I'll leave you to rest.' She kissed his forehead. 'I love you.'
'I love you...and our baby.' He fell back asleep. Joan went back to her mother's car thinking about what he said, She had to be sure.
When she arrived back at the Brownstone, She went downstairs to Irene's room. It was empty, She was gone. Sherlock was right, she tried to kill him. Joan continued to look round but couldn't find any evidence. She went back upstairs to the kitchen, she noticed that only one cup was washed. She examined it and found a little trace of powder on the handle where she held it. She managed to get Sepsis in a powdered form, well not her but Moriarty, Sherlock was right again. She picked up her phone and dialed Sherlock's.
'Sherlock, you were right. She's working for Moriarty. She tried to kill you.'
'I tried. I didn't want to succeeded, why would I? Tell me Joan why would i kill the man i love?'
'Irene. Where is he?'
'Still asleep, the poor thing. I never meant to give him that much.'
'Then why give him any?'
'If i didn't..He would kill me. He proved it when he slapped then pushed me out of his car. I love Sherlock, but when it comes down to it..I will always chose my own life.'
'That's the difference between us. I would risk my life for Sherlock's no questions asked.'
'Let's prove that then. I have in my hand right now, the cure he needs. But Moriarty will only let me give it to him if..You get rid of your baby.'
