And being home sick today, looks like I wrote another one:
While Baby Sleeps – John and Sherlock catch a few moments together while the baby is asleep.
teaser under the cut
John very quietly closed the door. “There; she’s finally asleep,” he said quietly, turning. He started as Sherlock was standing directly behind him, robe open to reveal his favorite pair of lace panties and hungry gleam in his eyes. “Sherlock?”
Reaching out, Sherlock took his hand and lead him away from the door, back towards the front room. He shrugged off the robe and let it drop to the floor, slipping to his knees. “You’ve been working too hard since the baby came.”
“Babies tend to take a lot of work,” said John, smiling fondly as he ran a hand through Sherlock’s curls.
Sherlock put his hands on John’s thighs. “She’s asleep now, yes?”
“Soundly.”
So this is apparently what I’m writing today:
The day started out as any other. John got out of bed to find Sherlock was already up and sitting at the table with his laptop. He rolled his eyes and turned on the kettle, yawning and stretching before rubbing his shoulder. Footsteps on the stairs made him turn. Sherlock frowned. “It’s Mycroft.”
John got out a teacup and the sugar, knowing what the elder Holmes liked. “Just come in,” said Sherlock, turned back to the computer screen.
Mycroft stepped in as John came out of the kitchen with the tea cup. He stopped and stared when he realized he was holding the hand of a little girl, maybe seven or eight, black hair, darker skinned but with bright blue eyes. She peered up at John and it was all he could do not to drop the cup. “Who’s this?”
“My names Joanna. My mom named me for my dad.”
Somehow John found a seat. Mycroft stepped forward and rescued the tea cup. “Her mother passed away recently in an auto accident. She left behind certain papers and I’ve verified the DNA match.”
John didn’t want to know how or why Mycroft Holmes had his DNA. Instead he smiled at the girl. “I’m sorry about your mum. Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Yes, please.”
Taking a breath he reached for her hand while Mycroft handed Sherlock some paperwork. “Don’t touch what’s on the table there, that’s one of Sherlock’s experiments. Did you have breakfast?”
She shook her head. He opened the fridge and she stared at the contents. “What does Sherlock do?” she asked in a hushed voice.
“He’s a detective, and a very good one. Just a little…odd, that’s all. You’ll get used to him. You can have my room upstairs.”
“Are you married?”
“No,” John got some eggs going. “Just friends.”
“Oh. Mum said you were a doctor too.”
“I remember your mum. She was a very sweet lady. I’m sorry I didn’t know about you sooner.”
“She told me you were in the army.”
“Well I was, then I got hurt and now I’m here.”
The Tiny Detective
Prompt: Santa Claus costume with extra stuffing
Hamish squealed with joy when Santa Claus came “Ho-Ho-Ho”ing through the door of the flat. His blue eyes lit up even brighter than normal and he actually jumped up and down in his excitement. John beamed, happy that their son was so entranced. But he could practically feel Sherlock’s scowl from behind him. He was glad Hamish couldn’t see his father’s face in that moment.
John pulled Sherlock aside. “As my gift this year, you promised to let him have this one year. To see how he would react. He’s enjoying himself. He’s happy. Please just let us have one year of Christmas ‘magic’ as a family.” Sherlock rolled his eyes, but kissed the top of John’s head in acknowledgement. John smiled and Sherlock put on his ‘happy face’.
Hamish was busy telling Santa all about blocks he knew Father had gotten him. “And they have all the elements from the Periodic Table on them.” He was very precocious for a four year old. “Papa says they’re to build with, but Father says they’re for learning. Can’t they be for both?” Hamish looked at Santa with hopeful eyes.
Under the cut for length.
