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Prompting Part XXXII

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So here is the second part :D I hope you all enjoy! TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF CHILD DEATH.
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Or so John thought. Now, sixth months along in his pregnancy, he was having severe doubts about Sherlock even wanting this baby now. No doubt the first 2 months were the best of the pregnancy; Sherlock had been so attentive to John’s needs, talking about anything that had to do with the baby- which is saying something since most Alpha’s didn’t even bother. It wasn’t until John actually started developing a baby bump and hearing the baby’s heartbeat for the first time that Sherlock slowly began pulling away from him.

It was slow at first, so slow that John didn’t even notice it at first. He touched John less and less, becoming more withdrawn in his experiments or cases. Then he kept staying away from the apartment for one reason or another, which is when John first started noticing Sherlock pulling away. The touches came few and far between with Sherlock staying away, not even coming to bed like he used to. Their conversations became strained leaving John nearly in tears when Sherlock just upped and left.

‘Why is this happening? Was it something I did? Is it my body?’ These thoughts filtered through John’s head at night as he laid in bed waiting for his Mate only to fall asleep and wake up to an empty bed. He just didn’t understand it, usually Alpha’s, though distant, were happy that their Omega was having a child- he has never seen a case this severe before. Because of this distance, John lost the number of times he had cried, how often he worried- none of which were health for the baby. God, what was Sherlock doing? Didn’t he know that a too distant Alpha was unhealthy for both the baby and the Omega? Surely he did. He wasn’t that thick- an idiot, but not thick. The only thing that kept John going was the smell of his Alpha permeating throughout the flat that indicating his Alpha was still living there. That, and he still felt their Bond, which he held onto tightly.

Walking down the street from the store, John was rubbing his belly with one hand while carrying groceries in the other. He ignored the stares of admiration and jealousy, too lost in his own problems at the moment. No one approached him which he was happy about as he thought about what he would do if Sherlock kept acting like this and what it meant for their child. He was so engrossed in this thoughts that he barely noticed that his phone went off in his coat pocket.

Quickly he reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone seeing a block number. ‘Only one person I know that would use a blocked number....’ John thought as he unlocked his phone. “Evening Mycroft.”

“Greetings to you as well John,” Mycroft’s calmly authoritative voice replied. “I was hoping to have a quick chat with you before you made your way home.”

Out of the corner of his eye, John noticed a nondescript black car pull up beside him. John withheld a sigh; he really didn’t want to but.... maybe he could get some answers on why Sherlock was acting so strange. “Yes, fine.”

He cut the call short and wobbled over to the car. The back passenger door popped open and John opened it to reveal Athena, typically typing away on her Blackberry. John didn’t greet her, knowing he would only get one word responses even though this wasn’t their first rodeo, and after all, he had others matter to think about. Carefully he got in, setting the bad between him and Mycroft’s PA.

He barely had the door closed when the car slowly started off, practically closing the door on itself. Neither John nor Athena made any talk, though the two of them were more cheerful to each other. Athena must have picked up on John’s distress and blessedly remained quiet.

It wasn’t long until the car pulled up outside the Diogenes Club, a typical and hush-hush place for the aristocratic Alphas; there was only a few exceptions to the case- John being one and Mycroft being the other.

Silently John made his way through the quiet rooms, ignoring the Alphas, old and young, that sat there. Like always, they ignored him, favoring whatever paper they read, though John could see that some of them looked up to catch a glimpse of the newcomer. By now John didn’t need a guide to show him were the ‘Guest Rooms’ were, so he just let himself in and waddled into the back.

Mycroft’s door’s were open allowing John to enter. What greeted him was Mycroft looking over some important looking papers at his desk with an attendant nearby. John took a seat in one of the comfy chairs in the room, watching quietly as Mycroft finished signing something before handing it over to the attendant. The young man bowed before scurrying off, not even bothering to give any acknowledgement to John, closing the doors as he left the room.

“So nice of you to meet me John,” Mycroft said pleasantly as he stood from behind his desk. “Would you like some water?”

“Yes please, water would be lovely,” John replied honestly. His throat was dry and though usually he wasn’t so nervous around Mycroft but he was nervous about talking about Sherlock with his brother.

“How is the pregnancy coming along?” Mycroft continued to ask as he went over to the cabinet that held various liquor bottles and a pitcher of water. Grabbing two glasses he poured one with water and the other with brandy as John replied good naturedly,

“I doubt you don’t know the answer.”

“Yes, but I heard it is more polite to ask then answer.” Bringing the glasses to where John sat, handing the glass of water to him, before taking a seat across from the doctor.

“Greg teach you that? Which I have to ask, how is that going?” John saw a hint of affection at the name of Detective Inspector come across Mycroft’s face. Just as it was surprising to learn that Mycroft was an Omega, taking suppressants and contraceptives, with a powerful position in the British government, so was the slow build up of Mycroft’s relationship with the once-Bonded Alpha, Greg, who already had two kids of his own. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been but by the time that John had found out about the relationship between the two of them after Sherlock returned- a relationship that had been going on for a year before then. A pleasant surprise, for John was truly happy for the two of them, but a surprise nonetheless.

“Going very well,” Mycroft said, nearly looking like a preening Omega. But of course John would never mention that to his brother-in-law. “But that is not what we are here about now, is it?”

John quickly sobered up at that as he took a sip of his water. The room was quiet for a moment with John trying not to squirm under Mycroft’s precise gaze before the government official spoke,

“I’ve noticed that you have been stressed lately, is something wrong?”

John had to bite back a nervous giggle, Mycroft probably already knew what his problem was, the bastard. ‘Better now or never,’ John thought taking a large gulp of his water to wet his throat. “It’s... Sherlock,” John said as evenly as he could. Mycroft didn’t say anything so John continued. “When I first announced I was pregnant, he seemed truly happy, happiest I have seen him in... well a while, not since our Bonding ceremony. But.... He’s slowly pulling away from me and the baby. I can’t help but wonder.... to wonder if he even wants a child now. If he regrets it.... I mean, the last time we were even in the same room feels like weeks ago....”

Hearing it out loud, his problem seemed silly, but Mycroft continued to look at him calmly. The man took a seat of brandy, shifting his gaze from the doctor to it. He sat there, swirling the glass, seeming to think of an answer. After a couple of more moments of silence he spoke,

“Did you know John.... that I once had a child?”

John looked at him confused and a little gobsmacked. Mycroft had a child? Mycroft of all people? When? And why give the child such a normal name? And what did that have to do with his problem now?

“Um, No. I didn’t,” John said a little uncomfortably.

“Hm, I thought you wouldn’t, after all it wasn’t something I publicly announced and Sherlock rarely likes to talk about it,” Mycroft said shifting his eyes to John before looking at his glass again. There was more silence before Mycroft took a deep breath. “Her name was Lucy. She was technically an accident- my suppressants failed me and the nearest Alpha just happened to find me.

“As you can imagine when I found out that I was pregnant the father wanted nothing to do with her. That was fine by me, we were not Bonded so it wasn’t a terrible loss. I was able to keep the pregnancy a secret and Lucy was born December 16, 1999.

“She was truly beautiful with red hair and pale blue eyes. She certainly was a Holmes with all her curiosity.... Unfortunately my career was taking off and I didn’t have the time always to be with her. That, and you probably know statistically that children born out of Alpha/Omega heat do better with if both parties present. So I went to the only Alpha I knew at the time that I trusted.”

“Wait a minute,” John said interrupting. “You let Sherlock... watch your... daughter? Sherlock?”

A small smirk crossed Mycroft’s face as he made eye contact with John. “Rest assured, Sherlock had the same reservations as you do, but once he got a handle of taking care of Lucy there was no one else I would give her to.”

John couldn’t see Sherlock taking care of a child, let only raising one by himself without supervision. Yes, he knew Sherlock wanted kids but John wasn’t sure he would go back to work anytime soon until he knew Sherlock could take care of a child by himself. It must have shown on his face because Mycroft laughed dryly before taking a drink of his brandy.

“If it makes you feel better I had the CCTV at my disposal at the time, so I was able to keep a close eye on the both of them.”

“And how did he do?”

“Surprisingly, he excelled at it,” Mycroft said astounding John. “He did a little research about parenting but in the end he was surprisingly a natural for it. He was still in college at the time but he was able to balance Lucy, his studies, and his... nonlethal experiments while staying in a tiny apartment.

“It was amazing to watch on the CCTV how he interacted with her. I was shocked myself at how well he did.” There was a sad softness around Mycroft’s eyes as he looked back down at his glass. “I still remember some of Lucy’s first words including ‘Sher-Sher....’ And when she got older, she would get so excited whenever I had to take her to Sherlock. If I didn’t explain to her that Sherlock was her uncle, I think she would have started calling him ‘Daddy’ instead of me.” A sad smile crossed Mycroft’s face and John had to swallow down the pity in his throat. Mycroft wouldn’t appreciate it.

“My most fondest memory of my daughter was on her third birthday,” Mycroft continued. “There was an emergency meeting I had to attend so I had Lucy dropped off at Sherlock’s place. By the time I was done it was the afternoon, so I went to pick her up. Usually Sherlock just kept them both indoors, imagine my surprise when Sherlock’s landlord told me they left for a nearby park. I must admit I panicked a little and practically ran there to make sure both of them were safe....

“I remember getting to the park and the first thing I see is my little girl being thrown up in the air, laughing like there wasn’t a care in the world. Sherlock caught her and she wrapped her little arms around his neck as he spun the both of them around.... He looked so young and happy then, laughing along with her before she gave him a kiss on the cheek.... It’s the best memory I have of the both of them....” Mycroft suddenly fell quiet and John looked away, seeing the signs of wetness in the older man’s eyes. John couldn’t imagine what was going through the older man’s head at that moment. They sat there in silence.

Then Mycroft suddenly coughed, clearing his throat.

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John turned his head to look at him, just as the government official made eye contact with him again. “My point is John, you shouldn’t worry about Sherlock not wanting this child. After the way he was with Lucy, he told me once that he wanted children but never thought he would meet an Omega that would want him. I think it was the thing that he wanted to most out of everything in his life.”

John sat there, thinking about what Mycroft had said. He never thought about Sherlock interacting with kids before but then again he never dealt with children on cases except for the one before his fall and that hadn’t gone well since the little girl was tricked into thinking it was Sherlock. But now his mind was conjuring up images of what Mycroft was describing and, surprisingly, he could see it very well. But that didn’t explain why he was acting the way he was now.

“A lot can change,” John countered.

“I highly doubt that, did you know that even before you two Bonded he was looking up baby names and themes for a nursery.”

Well that was news to John, once again shocking him into silence. Mycroft smirked a little at John’s expression. “He wants this child John. Perhaps you should talk to him before thinking that he does not. I may not know my brother’s mind like I used to, I have tried talking to him about his behavior but you know him and his stubbornness.”
John nodded still a little shocked by everything he just received. “Yeah I do and I promise I’ll talk to him when I get home.”

“Excellent, now if you will excuse me I have an appointment to attend to,” Mycroft said putting down his glass and standing. “It was nice chatting with you again.”

He made his way to the doors but John had to know just one more thing before he left. “Mycroft,” John called, turning as best he could in the chair to look at the other man.

Mycroft stopped, indicating he was listening, though didn’t turn around, but John continued on. “If you don’t mind me asking... what happened to Lucy?”

There was a tense silence that filled the room. John supposed that his question was out of line and was about to tell Mycroft to forget he asked when the other man spoke softly, “As you imagine, even during the younger years of my career I developed many enemies.... One of them caught wind of my child and took her.... By the time we... found her... it was too late....” Mycroft paused, his voice strained.

“Sherlock helped work the case but even he wasn’t fast enough to prevent what happened.... From what we could tell it was an accident after she tried to.... escape....” At the end Mycroft’s voice cracked before everything fell into silence again. “The men that got her were either killed or arrested but Sherlock never forgave himself for not being there sooner and he never forgave me because they were my enemies and had slipped past the guards I had set up.... It was around that time that he took up cocaine to cope with the loss and I was too busy throwing myself into my work to notice...,” he finished.

John sat there, staring at the man he thought he once knew. Christ, how do you deal with the death of your own child? John was sure that if anything were to happen to this baby he would probably go insane or, at the very worst, kill himself! How did Mycroft do it? And Sherlock- Christ, he turned to drugs to cope. It explained though why he hated Mycroft so much.....

“Does Greg know?” John suddenly asked, surprised at himself.

Mycroft gave a bitter laugh. “No, but I do plan on telling him one day.”
John nodded, even though Mycroft couldn’t see it before asking brokenly, “Sherlock... he once, before he stopped speaking to me for so long.... he once offered the name Lucia if the baby was a girl. I said something about calling the girl ‘Luci’ as a nickname and he practically ran out of the room... but if you don’t mind... can I, we, can... can we use the name?”

Mycroft didn’t say or do anything for a moment but slowly he turned his head to allow the right side of his face to be shown to John. There was wetness in his eyes and a bitter sadness mixed with a little joy. “That would be wonderful John,” he whispered. With that he turned and left completely, leaving John with his thoughts.

Turning back in his chair, he finished off his water before setting the glass down and placing both of his hands on his growing belly. Was Sherlock pushing away because he thought his own enemies would come after John and the baby? That would explain most of it, John has been kidnapped way too many times to count but he could defend himself, a young one can’t. John sighed, pulling all of his emotions together.

He needed to talk to Sherlock, if he wanted this child and was trying to protect them then he was going about it in the wrong way. He would show Sherlock that they could do this together like they always did. It wasn’t going to be easy but, damn it, parenthood never is and as long as they stuck together they could protect their baby no matter what.
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Sorry this last one was so short, formatting and the number limit messed things up a bit -_- I hope you all enjoy this anyway.

FYI If there is anything wrong please inform me because I have not had this beta'd or Brit pick.

Edited 2012-11-11 06:56 (UTC)

AH. This is so sad! I hope John tells Sherlock how he is feeling because there is some miscommunication going on here! I wonder why Sherlock has stopped touching John...hm.

I just found this. So wonderful.
Could you add a link on the filled prompts page?
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Errrrr I don't know where or how to do that unfortunately ^_^'

I'm new here (like literally I signed up for this like a week ago). You wouldn't happen to know about the filled prompt post would you?

Nevermind. I figured it out. But thank you for informing me about the filled prompts page

Edited 2012-11-13 17:13 (UTC)

Op here. I AM FREAKING LOVING THIS!!!! *flails*

Don't make us wait! Pleeeeeeaaaaase

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