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 next to his own. He got up from his bed and sat for a moment, only three more 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 tea in the pot if you want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down next 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 you 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. You did this for our son, so we didn't have to give him up.'
'I know i did but...I miss you.'
'And you think i don't? When i wake up in our bed 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 recent events. He opened the door and went upstairs, he still had his old keys. The flat looked so different, more dull.
'Mycroft?'
'In the kitchen.' Sherlock placed his bag down and made his way through. 'Did you have a pleasant flight?'
'I was placed next 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 or seen from him in days. I would appreciate it if you could help to find him.'
'I'll do my best. I best find a hotel..'
'You can stay here if you wish. I'm not that cold hearted, even after your little...dallyings with my fiance.'
'I explained myself, she was marrying you for the family fortune...I proved it.'
'I know you did but you didn't have to sleep with her.'
'I'd say i was making a point but...I'm a changed man. You can thank Joan for that.'
'I will. So how long?'
'I'm sorry?'
'How long have you been sleeping with her?'
'Who says..'
'I can tell Sherlock. You 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 couch reading 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 you look like him and perhaps a wee bit of me. But I want you to have his brains. You are going to be so loved... You don't know how lucky you 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 by 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 you too, Father's told him all about you.'
'Good things i hope.'
'No doubt they were. Look, i better be off, Mycroft's given me a case but..I'll see you soon.'
'Ok...I love you.'
'...Love you.'
She hung up the phone and they both started to cry.They missed each other more 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 you about me?'
'He mentioned you a couple of times..Said you were some detective in New York.'
'That i am, he asked me to help find. He hasn't heard from you 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 stole from him?'
'He said 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 you remember this man's name?'
'...Moriarty.'
He woke up, still missing the warmth Joan's body lying next to his own. He got up from his bed and sat for a moment, only three more 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 tea in the pot if you want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down next 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 you 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. You did this for our son, so we didn't have to give him up.'
'I know i did but...I miss you.'
'And you think i don't? When i wake up in our bed 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 recent events. He opened the door and went upstairs, he still had his old keys. The flat looked so different, more dull.
'Mycroft?'
'In the kitchen.' Sherlock placed his bag down and made his way through. 'Did you have a pleasant flight?'
'I was placed next 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 or seen from him in days. I would appreciate it if you could help to find him.'
'I'll do my best. I best find a hotel..'
'You can stay here if you wish. I'm not that cold hearted, even after your little...dallyings with my fiance.'
'I explained myself, she was marrying you for the family fortune...I proved it.'
'I know you did but you didn't have to sleep with her.'
'I'd say i was making a point but...I'm a changed man. You can thank Joan for that.'
'I will. So how long?'
'I'm sorry?'
'How long have you been sleeping with her?'
'Who says..'
'I can tell Sherlock. You 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 couch reading 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 you look like him and perhaps a wee bit of me. But I want you to have his brains. You are going to be so loved... You don't know how lucky you 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 by 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 you too, Father's told him all about you.'
'Good things i hope.'
'No doubt they were. Look, i better be off, Mycroft's given me a case but..I'll see you soon.'
'Ok...I love you.'
'...Love you.'
She hung up the phone and they both started to cry.They missed each other more 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 you about me?'
'He mentioned you a couple of times..Said you were some detective in New York.'
'That i am, he asked me to help find. He hasn't heard from you 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 stole from him?'
'He said 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 you remember this man's name?'
'...Moriarty.'
