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Occasionally, Mycroft drops by unannounced and bitches about the world.

But the world has names because he is really bitching about actual people of other governments.

I have just posted the first chapter on AO3 or FF.net using the title 'Merry Christmas, Brother. I hope you like it :) x

So I watched the film Kingsman: The Secret Service today and there's a scene (it's on 20th Century Fox's youtube page) that made me immediately think of Mycroft and his umbrella and how awesome he'd be at bartitsu (something that Sherlock is meant to be great at in the books.)

So yeah. Please indulge me. I'd love to see Mycroft as a Kingsman, using his umbrella as the ultimate weapon while John and Sherlock watch with their mouths hanging open.

If there's anything even vaguely similar, I would be very grateful for links. Please and thank you!

I have officially caught up to myself in this story at AO3. I blame the fact that I was ultimately aiming to get through first heat (so I wouldn't chicken out and just go with 'and then they had sex, fade to black), and now that I reached that point, I have no official plans for where the story is going so I just...didn't write more. I still intend at least one more chapter, and possible a sequel at a later point, but this is the last time I'm going to post anything here, so if want to keep following the story, I suggest following it at AO3 (title Alphas Protect, author Dayja)

Also, I just thought I might admit, at this point, that my fill was responding to my own prompt. I admit this partly so that I don't look like a bad prompter who never commented on this fill, but mostly to encourage other writers to feel free to fill the prompt as well, because I'd be absolutely delighted to read more stories along the same idea as this one. I just couldn't resist filling it myself after the idea had buzzed around my head for a while and the first chapter started writing itself in my mind.

I'm totally okay with self-fills. I've got one of my own as well.

Thanks for this beautiful story. I'm going to miss it so much! I look forward to reading your new updates though.

Ooo, this sounds like it'll be juicy/funny.

Blackburn was stable. He would sleep now for a number of hours, so John rose slowly and made his way to the small loo adjoining their room where he had a quick shower and changed his clothes. He emerged a short time later, clean shaven and dressed in basic jeans and a T-shirt. Even at that, he didn’t look quite ordinary; the faint outline of his army id tags was visible against his chest under the T-shirt and the squared, hard set of his shoulders betrayed tension, also reflected in his facial expression.

Nevertheless, when he bent to the couch it was with gentle hands that he checked the condition of a motionless Blackburn. He noted with satisfaction that Blackburn was sleeping soundly and comfortably.

Now would be the best time for John himself to rest so he settled in the chair across from his patient and closed his eyes. John knew sleep was unlikely, it was difficult for him to sleep at the best of times, and stranded, mid-job with an ill hostage, off-course and overdue, was hardly the best of times.

John reviewed their circumstances as he sat with closed eyes and the back of his head resting against the chair. He should have checked in with Graves long before now, should have provided him with a status update. So why hadn’t he?

John thought about it. It wasn’t too late. There was still time to salvage the job.

He should have called. What was he thinking? He was mad to go rogue! It would mean the end of his career certainly and likely even cost him his life, given the serious trouble that Blackburn appeared to be in! But even as he contemplated turning to pick up his mobile, John knew with certainty that he wouldn’t.

The silent dismay over his inexplicable personal decision around Blackburn, which had been hovering in the back of his mind for hours, flooded over him. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as the chronic pain in his right leg made itself felt.

Perhaps it was inevitable. Really, he’d known that his life was over the split second the bullet had entered his shoulder, just as certainly as if it had pierced his heart. The end had simply been a long time coming. Too long. He sighed tiredly.

The idea is partly stolen from another fandom.

For some reason Mary can't breastfeed her and John's baby (no dead Mary, please) and baby formula doesn't do a great job for the baby's tum.

Sherlock is an omega, he decides to interfere. He starts taking hormones that make him produce milk. When it finally works he secretly tries to nurse the little girl. Bonus if it's a very awkward and uncomfortable experience, at least at first, especially given that Sherlock has been rejecting his nature his whole life and he's obviously got no experience at all. He's never wanted a bond (unless it's with John) a family and, gods forbid, children. But helping John's baby is the closest he can get to being John's family and avoid being left behind again, at least for the time being. Sherlock is hopelessly in love with John. Angst, please, as much as you can give. He does it for John (maybe he doesn't really care much about the baby at first), but bonds with the little girl, partly because he just gets used to her warmth and weight in his arms, partly because his Omega instincts kick in, maybe not entirely, just for this particular baby. But maybe the hormone therapy has some side effects, maybe the Omega in him doesn't understand why Alpha!John isn't his (and why the baby isn't his either. He's also afraid the baby will be taken away from him and he'll feel empty).

Mary and John are thankful and pleasantly surprised he'd do something like this for them and their little girl.

John’s next awareness was of jerking awake in alarm. His hands gripped at the arms of his chair and he fought for alertness. His first thought was of Blackburn. Where was he!? As his vision sharpened, John saw to his overwhelming relief that Blackburn was still lying, just as he had been earlier, on the couch. He wasn’t asleep anymore; instead he was staring unblinkingly at John.

John shook his head and squeezed his eyelids together trying to clear the fog that an unfamiliarly deep sleep had settled on his brain. He breathed deeply. When he opened his eyes again it was to find Blackburn’s compelling gaze still on him. Struggling with the remnants of sleep, it was impossible for John to look away even though he wanted to; the man’s mercilessly piercing eyes seemed to be searching inside John for something...he felt as though Blackburn was examining the torn and blackened fabric of his soul with a ruthless precision. John was immobilized.

But as searingly uncomfortable as the man’s examination of him was, John was unprepared for the loss he felt when Blackburn sighed slightly and turned his gaze to the ceiling before closing his eyes. John was pitched into a dark free-fall. Too late, he wanted desperately to hold on to the look; it had seemed to offer him something…something important…

“I need a cigarette.”

It was the first time since their brief exchange in the car, that Blackburn had spoken coherently.

John said, “No. Smoking is bad for you.” He stopped in surprise. Where on earth had that statement come from?

Blackburn turned his face and raised a mocking eyebrow at John. “Your concern for my health is touching. Truly it is.” There was an unflattering emphasis on the last phrase.

John cleared his throat awkwardly, annoyingly confused once more, and said, “Right. Well. Are you hungry?”

“No.”

Back on steadier ground now, dealing with a recalcitrant patient, John replied, “Well, you need to eat something anyway and so do I. So, I’m going to go down to the kitchen for some food. Don’t attempt to rise; you will be unable to stand for at least the next ten hours or so.”

This time the raised eyebrow was accompanied by a distinct eye roll ceiling ward and Blackburn didn’t respond.

This update is absolutely amazing!

Mike Stamford is beacon of friendliness and optimism. So of course Sherlock can't stand him. One more "mate" or "bravo!" out of the man and Sherlock will beat him with his riding crop and soak his organs in formaldehyde.

That is, until Mike brings him Dr. John Watson.

I'd really like to see Sherlock grit his teeth and give Mike Stamford the "thank you" he deserves. After all, without him John and Sherlock would never have met.

p.s. If you don't see how Mike Stamford is annoying, just look at John's blog posts. You'll understand.

Just catching up on my reading--I can't believe this has stopped here with no comments! Waiting patiently for more, please!

Well-written and realistic!

Thirded!

Seconding! I've been considering prompting some Mike Stamford interactions with Sherlock.

Are there any fics about John accidentally calling Mrs Huson mum? Whether it was after a bad day or just a slip of the tongue during conversation, I'd really like to read it. How does John feel when he's left alone to think about it?

Hello, Nonny. Your prompt inspired me a bit - I hope you enjoy.

What I Forgot To Tell You (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3289100) (9764 words) by azriona (http://archiveofourown.org/users/azriona)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV) (http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Sherlock%20(TV))
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Victor Trevor, John Watson/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, John Watson's Mother, Mummy (Sherlock), Victor Trevor, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Kink Meme
Summary:

On average, a person will have ten soulmates throughout their lifetime.

But that’s the funny thing about averages. There’s always those for whom they don’t apply.

Edited 2015-02-04 12:19 (UTC)

Thank you, thank you! I'm needing propping up. Winter blahs. So I appreciate warm comments. :-)

What a crafty arse!
Brilliant story! Thanks a lot for writing and sharing! =)

OP here.
Each new update makes me absolutely happy. The story is just getting more and more interesting. :)

I can't believe I haven't found this story sooner. This is so heartwarming.

<3

Mycroft says: "well isn't that special?" That is, indeed!

John returned to their room from his trip to the kitchen with a pot of tea, two mugs, two covered bowls of vegetable beef soup, and two buttered rolls on a tray. He set the tray on the small desk in front of the window in their room. A brief glance at Blackburn indicated that he was once again asleep.

John stood and surveyed the view from the window. Despite it being 3:30 in the afternoon, darkness was starting to fall. The day had hardly been light. The rain hadn’t ceased since they’d arrived in Foxley; it fell on the roof with a steady hum, flowed down the inn’s drain pipes and formed puddles on the waterlogged ground. It was the sort of November afternoon he might have enjoyed before the war; settling before the fire with a book and a mug of hot tea. But peace and contentment were gone from him now, torn from his soul by a burning sun; screams of anguish and death on hard-baked earth. The hole that remained after it had gone refused to mend; through it everything that had been meaningful in his life had begun to drain away, threatening to leave him hollow. He had felt the loss but had been unable to stop it.

He gave his head a small shake, shrugged his shoulders and turned from the window. He’d wait for Blackburn to wake and then persuade him to eat and drink. Something told him it wouldn’t be an easy task.

The room was in almost complete darkness when Blackburn stirred awake again. John rose from his chair and turned on the desk light.

“I want you to have some tea and soup,” he told Blackburn. “And stop trying to get off the couch, you’ll hurt yourself,” he added to a struggling Blackburn, who was trying to heave himself unsteadily from the cushions.

Blackburn subsided. “Just tea. I’m not hungry,” he said irritably.

John continued as though Blackburn hadn’t spoken, “And when you have had some soup and a roll, you may have this.” He placed a single cigarette on the lamp table beside the couch. “Nicotine withdrawal symptoms will put too great of a strain on your system at right now, otherwise I would insist you go without,” he said, by way of an explanation.

Blackburn glared up at him owlishly but didn’t argue further.

Good Lord thought John as he gathered the tea tray to carry it to the couch. If the man was this stubborn in his present condition, it didn’t bear thinking about what he might be like in full health!

The soup and tea were still warm. John assisted Blackburn to sit upright and helped him sip a mug of tea and finish half of a bowl of the soup. Then after Blackburn had swallowed a couple of bites of the bread roll, he accepted John’s offer of several short puffs of the cigarette. By the time he had finished that, he was fighting exhaustion once more and struggling to stay upright. John smiled as he watched Blackburn’s body refuse to cooperate and he sagged back against the couch cushions.

“It’s fine,” John said as he bent to help make him comfortable. “Go back to sleep.”

With which reassurance, Blackburn closed his eyes once more.

I'm so glad! Thank you for being appreciative and supportive! And for having such fantastic story ideas!

Thanks! Glad you liked it :D

OP here.
I can feel it's the calm before the storm, but... apart from John's flashbacks, this chapter is so warm and cosy. I have a strong urge to come back into my warm bed and ignore my work today, though I know I can't. :)

This is so well-written! Thanks for another brilliant update.

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