Only Yours

30

Sherlock's P.O.V

'Please. John! Please...' I'm lying on our bed, watching him get unchanged.

'I can't believe you are actually begging for sex, Sherlock Holmes.' He laughs. I pout. I just thought, considering it's our last night out here, we could maybe...

'You can bottom, if you want. Less effort.' I try and persuade him.

'No way. We did it twice yesterday and I was exhausted. It's five in the morning, go to sleep!' John gets into bed and rolls over, going quiet.

I groan and get out of bed, walking around the room.

'I'm bored, John.' He sighs and sits up.

'Well I am tired. Come on, we have a long day and an all night flight tomorrow. You'll be cranky.' He lies down again. I lie down next to him but I'm still not tired. My mind is buzzing with details from the case. I am so close to solving it...

I get out of bed and reach for my phone, which ran out of charge early this morning and has been charging for about ten minutes. As I wait for it to power up, I calculate the time difference between Moscow and London. It's two in the morning at home, they must be asleep by now.

The phone pings.

My mouth drops open. A cold wave of fear rushes over me.

'John, John, John.' He groans and looks set me. 'What Sherlock, I'm knackered-'

'I have sixteen missed calls from Mycroft, twenty three from Jonathan, thirty nine from William and several from Mrs Hudson, Lestrade and...oh god. Bart's.' He sits upright quickly and looks at me in horror. 'Oh Jesus. Someone must have had some sort of accident.'

At the moment, that is the only possibility I can think of.

I'm shaking as I quickly dial William's number. If someone's had an accident...if we are not there...

The phone rings. After about a minute, it reaches voicemail.

'Voicemail.' I tell John, who is now getting dressed. 'William. It's me. Can you please call as soon as possible-'

Someone on the other end picks up. I almost let out a cry of relief. 'Daddy?' William's deep voice comes from the other end.

'Oh god. William, are you ok? Is everything alright?' I say frantically. Seeing John come over looking worried I put it on loudspeaker.

'Um, not really-'

'Is it Jonty? Is it Hamish? Is it Saphira?' John almost shouts, grabbing the phone and holding it closer to him.

'No, they're all fine actually.' We exchange relieved looks.

'Listen, Dad...the baby has been born.' Instantly the relief is replaced by fear. 'She isn't due for two months.' I say.

'Yes, I know, but he- oh right, someone cocked' I hear someone laugh behind him and he whispers, 'shut up.'

'Yeah, someone cocked up big time cause the baby's a boy. Anyway-'

A boy?

For a moment I am disappointed. Then suddenly I feel a wave of happiness. A boy, another little John.

'A boy?' John says in disbelief. I look at him worriedly for a few seconds in case he's disappointed, but he cracks a weak smile. 'Poor Saphy.' He whispers.

'Daddy, he's in an incubator and they keep telling me his lungs aren't working and I was given all these documents to sign and I had to name him, officially, and I'm scared and we've all been sent away from his room and people keep asking me questions and I don't know, I don't know what I am meant to do.' He sounds like he's about to start crying and I almost shed a tear myself. It must be hell for him to admit he doesn't know something.