005. Son (1/?)
Title: 005. Son (1/?)
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: General, perhaps some slight Sherlock/John
Rating: T
Word Count: 581
Summary: In which John finds out he's going to be a father.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and it's characters do not belong to me. That is all :)
May
Thump.
Shock passed over John's face, clinging to his features as he stared at the wall opposite his bed. His mobile lay on the floor where he had dropped it upon hearing the news:
"I'm pregnant."
His mind traveled back to his trip to New Zealand with Sarah back in April. Though they had broken up shortly after, the trip itself had been magnificent. They had gone to visit one of his mates and stayed in a cozy hotel nearby. By day they took in the sights of the country, drinking in its beauty. When they retired at night, they found themselves wrapped in each other. It had been blissful and intimate.
The break up had been hard. But John simply did not lead a life that was conducive to long-term relationships, and he felt Sarah deserved better. Sarah had understood; hell, she had been right there during the Blind Banker case. Still, it hadn’t been an easy decision to make. The urge to be selfish made everything more difficult.
After a moment, he shook himself back into reality he reached down, picked up the mobile, and pressed it shakily to his ear.
"John? Are you there?"
"Yes, sorry, I'm here." John cleared his throat. "So, what are you thinking?"
"I want to keep it."
"Okay," John said quietly.
“John, I’m not… I’m not expecting anything from you. I know why you closed that door and I respect that. It’s hardly an environment to introduce children into. I just-”
“I understand, Sarah. It’s okay. I respect your decision. And if there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”
“Thanks, John. I appreciate it. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”
“Yeah, see you.” There was a click on the other end and John put his mobile down, rubbing his face with his hands. It was all so surreal.
From below, he heard Sherlock call, “John! Case!” Sighing, he trudged downstairs, grabbing his coat as he followed Sherlock-who was positively bouncing with glee-out into the spring afternoon. Sherlock hailed a cab and they got in, Sherlock merrily typing away at his Blackberry.
They rode along in silence, heading for the University of London. John leaned his temple against the cool glass, watching the passing cars.
“Well, what is it?” John turned his head to look at Sherlock, who was still tap-tap-ing at his mobile.
“What is what?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Don’t be daft, you haven’t said a word since you came down from your room and you’ve got that look on your face that people get when something’s wrong. So I will repeat: what is it?”
John studied Sherlock, whose eyes were downcast at the screen in front of him, before looking back out the window.
“Sarah’s pregnant,” he mumbled.
The tapping stopped at once.
“John-”
“She’s keeping it.” He buried his face in his hands, overcome with emotion. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re upset.”
“No.” John was many things. Upset was not one of them. A part of him was happy, ecstatic even, thinking of Sarah carrying his child. Mostly, he was terrified. The life he had built in London, the case solving with Sherlock, made it so having a child was not only unwise, but positively dangerous. “No, I’m not upset.”
“Do you wish to talk about it?”
“Not at the moment, no.” He paused, cleared his throat, then said, “So what case was intriguing enough to make you take it?”
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: General, perhaps some slight Sherlock/John
Rating: T
Word Count: 581
Summary: In which John finds out he's going to be a father.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and it's characters do not belong to me. That is all :)
May
Thump.
Shock passed over John's face, clinging to his features as he stared at the wall opposite his bed. His mobile lay on the floor where he had dropped it upon hearing the news:
"I'm pregnant."
His mind traveled back to his trip to New Zealand with Sarah back in April. Though they had broken up shortly after, the trip itself had been magnificent. They had gone to visit one of his mates and stayed in a cozy hotel nearby. By day they took in the sights of the country, drinking in its beauty. When they retired at night, they found themselves wrapped in each other. It had been blissful and intimate.
The break up had been hard. But John simply did not lead a life that was conducive to long-term relationships, and he felt Sarah deserved better. Sarah had understood; hell, she had been right there during the Blind Banker case. Still, it hadn’t been an easy decision to make. The urge to be selfish made everything more difficult.
After a moment, he shook himself back into reality he reached down, picked up the mobile, and pressed it shakily to his ear.
"John? Are you there?"
"Yes, sorry, I'm here." John cleared his throat. "So, what are you thinking?"
"I want to keep it."
"Okay," John said quietly.
“John, I’m not… I’m not expecting anything from you. I know why you closed that door and I respect that. It’s hardly an environment to introduce children into. I just-”
“I understand, Sarah. It’s okay. I respect your decision. And if there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”
“Thanks, John. I appreciate it. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”
“Yeah, see you.” There was a click on the other end and John put his mobile down, rubbing his face with his hands. It was all so surreal.
From below, he heard Sherlock call, “John! Case!” Sighing, he trudged downstairs, grabbing his coat as he followed Sherlock-who was positively bouncing with glee-out into the spring afternoon. Sherlock hailed a cab and they got in, Sherlock merrily typing away at his Blackberry.
They rode along in silence, heading for the University of London. John leaned his temple against the cool glass, watching the passing cars.
“Well, what is it?” John turned his head to look at Sherlock, who was still tap-tap-ing at his mobile.
“What is what?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Don’t be daft, you haven’t said a word since you came down from your room and you’ve got that look on your face that people get when something’s wrong. So I will repeat: what is it?”
John studied Sherlock, whose eyes were downcast at the screen in front of him, before looking back out the window.
“Sarah’s pregnant,” he mumbled.
The tapping stopped at once.
“John-”
“She’s keeping it.” He buried his face in his hands, overcome with emotion. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re upset.”
“No.” John was many things. Upset was not one of them. A part of him was happy, ecstatic even, thinking of Sarah carrying his child. Mostly, he was terrified. The life he had built in London, the case solving with Sherlock, made it so having a child was not only unwise, but positively dangerous. “No, I’m not upset.”
“Do you wish to talk about it?”
“Not at the moment, no.” He paused, cleared his throat, then said, “So what case was intriguing enough to make you take it?”