Sherlock and Son

Mary is dead and there is nothing John can do about it. He's got to move on, he's got Charlotte, his daughter, to think about. Life was alright, calm, maybe even peaceful. Until one day something turns up that will change life as him and Sherlock know it.


1. Chapter 1

PING. The microwave beeped, the popcorn was ready. Normally I’m not one for microwave popcorn but today was different. Mary was staying the night, not for the first time. But this time it was going to be magical. Sure we had been together for a while and we had spent time together, cough cough, intimately, if you catch my drift. But this was different, this is different. I had something to ask her, a very important question. I poured the steamy hot popcorn into a large bowl I grabbed from under the sink. I put the bowl onto a tray along with two cups of warm milk. God we sound like we’re sixty years old, but in reality we’re only in our mid-thirties. Not that it mattered, we’re happy, and that’s all we care about. I picked up the tray and carried it into the living room where Mary was sat; she had a glossy magazine in her hand.
“I’m back,” I announced as I came back into the room.
Mary put down the magazine. She smiled at me and I grinned fondly back. I put the tray onto the table and sat down next to her on the sofa. I leaned forwards and picked up one of the two mugs and handed it to Mary, she took a large sip before I could warn her how hot it was.
“Ouch!” she exclaimed putting the mug back onto the table. “Why didn’t you tell me,” she pouted.
“I was just about to tell you,” I sighed.
“Well you should have told me sooner,” she frowned.
“I’m sorry honey,” I said. I put my arm around her and pulled her in tightly.
“I know you are,” she replied. “And that’s why I love you,” she replied.
“I love you too Mary Morstan,” I whispered holding her close into my arms and protectively squeezing her tightly as if someone were about to come and snatch her away from me, but I wasn’t going to let them. She was my one true love, my darling, and I never wanted to let her go. Just before I had brought the popcorn and warm milk into the front room I had slipped the ring box into the popcorn and had hidden it under the salted corn. I was desperate for her to start eating popcorn so she could find it.
“And I love you more Dr Watson,” she giggled lightly. She rested her head on my shoulder; I felt her beautiful hair tickle my freshly shaven face.
“I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” I said stroking her soft blonde hair gently.
“I think so too,” she exclaimed breaking out of my arms to look me in the eye. Her face was hard but then it softened. “You are the only one I love, I’ve never felt this way before and I know I won’t again. I have never been as happy as when I am with you.”
“And I’ve been thinking Mary,” I began.
“Oh God, someone call the cavalry, John’s been thinking!” she mocked.
“Don’t take the piss, Mare, I have been thinking,” I said.
“Well…” I began. I wasn't sure how it would look if I reached into the popcorn and brought out the ring. It would be better if she found it herself. She snuggled up close to me again. We were so close we shared warmth. She leant over and whispered something into my ear. I could feel his face blush. “Mary!” I exclaimed. “What happened to the quiet night in I was promised?”
“To hell with it!” she exclaimed. Within a second she was sat on top of him looking into his eyes, her large blue eyes gazing into his heart and soul. Kisses began falling all over John’s face
“Oh John,” she whispered her kisses began to become harder more like punches, the sound they made were no longer soft sounds but hard sharp noises… they were more like gun shots. There were other sounds, more like voices.

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