Old Habits

After the Moriarty terror, Sherlock has been thinking nonstop about him, until his only escape turns out to be a small white pill.


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John sat beside Mary as she suffered through major contractions. Her hand gripped Johns stronger than any force he'd ever felt before. John forced a smile as he coached her along. The contractions subsided for a moment and Mary stared at John. "Call Sherlock?" She asked. "He will be the godfather after all" a smile crept onto her face. Sherlock was becoming as much of a family to her as John was. He had kept her secrets and kept her safe. He even shit a man to do so.

"Will you be fine without me?" John asked. Worried about her being alone even for just a moment.

Mary shuttered in pain. "For a minute" she forced a smile. "Hurry go" she laughed.

John stepped into the hall and clicked the speed dial for Sherlock. The phone rang, and rang, until Sherlocks voice creeped over the line. "John?"

"Mary is in labor" he chucked. "She wants you here. We're at Bart's."

"Let me get dressed." He muttered "I will be there!"

"We'll be waiting" John laughed, excited his best friend would share this life changing moment with him.

He hung up and made his way back in to Mary. Her contractions got stronger and John raced to her side and gave her his hand once again. Mary continued to suffer as their daughter refused to appear. John stayed beside her, putting up with her death grip, coaching her on bit by bit. Mary screamed as she gave one last push and the nurse held up a small pink baby. "Congratulations Mr and Mrs Watson, it's a boy."

"A boy?" Mary shouted, out of breath.

"A boy?" John echoed, standing to take a look.

"Yes, a boy." The nurse set him down on Mary's chest.

"They said it was a girl!" Mary shouted in pain and confusion.

Mary and John stared at their new born child. The one they had thought to be a girl. "It's William then" John spoke at last.

"William?" Mary kept her eyes on her baby. "I like it, where'd you come up with that?"

"Sherlock." He smiled. "He told me"

"What did I tell you?" Sherlock voice rang through the room.

John and Mary looked to see Sherlock standing in the doorway.

"Sherlock!" John jumped up and ran to him, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"It's a boy" Sherlock said, looking over his shoulder at the child wrapped on Mary's arms. "You said it was a girl"

"Were naming him William" John smiled.

"William Watson" Mary called for Sherlock to come closer and see him. "Any news?" She whispered as he got within ear shot.

Sherlock simply shook his head and shrugged. "Mycroft is working on a lead."

"Keep working." Mary kissed his cheek. "You got this."

They crowded around the hospital room, cooing over the small boy. Little by little more people showed up, congratulating them both and staying around to chat. Sherlock sat himself into a large red chair beside the window. He watched the people come and go, and occasionally talked to them when they spoke first. He was becoming increasingly bored. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand their obsession with a wrinkly, pink, bundle of skin and bones.

It was a useless thing, not capable of doing anything for himself. There was no need for this show of people to awe over it. A baby, just a baby, not a hero, not a soldier, just a baby. Sherlock had never been one to get along with anybody, let alone younger ones. He didn't understand them, he couldn't read them, he was left on,y with the impression of helpless, and that word made him shutter.

He thought about Cecelia's offer of drugs from that morning. He had wanted strongly to give into to her. But he refrained, taking from her only more cigarettes to relax himself slightly. But as he thought more her words clouded his mind. I can make you normal. Sherlock had longed to be normal, since childhood. He stared at the wall, remembering the warm feeling he had encountered not too long again on his case. He reassured everyone, including himself it had been for just a case. People had been afraid once they found out, Molly, Mycroft, Mary, John.

John, John had said if he ever felt the urge to go back to talk to him. Sherlock stared at him, a large smile plastered over his face as he watched the baby in Mary's arms. John was happy, John was safe. Sherlock however was afraid. He stood up and walked slowly to John. "Can I speak to you for a moment?"

John looked at Sherlock inquisitively. "Yeah." He nodded and led Sherlock out of the room and into the hall. "Is everything okay?"

Sherlock stared at John for a moment, remembering his immense anger from the previous time. Sure this time he was sober, but he knew Johns reaction would be similar. He watched John, the new father, a smile fading from his face as he waited for Sherlock to speak. "Congratulations John" Sherlock smiled and hugged John. Johns own smile returned.

"Thank you Sherlock" He smiled. "Anything else?"

"Give this to Molly when you see her." He pulled out the small jar from his pocket and faked a smile as John took it.

"You're clean then?" John asked, reassuring himself.

"Check the sample" Sherlock nodded.

"I'm proud of you" John hugged him again.

"I think I'll be heading back to Backer Street" he nodded. "Drop by soon" Sherlock and John dispersed as Sherlock walked down the hall and away from the hustle of the moment. The night drifted in through the windows covering the wall. Sherlock pulled out the folded piece of paper from his coat and looked over the address. "Show me" he mumbled to himself. "Show me how to be normal"

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