ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

Martha was quiet for a moment before letting out a sigh. "That boy never did listen to his anatomy lessons." She shook her head on her end, even though her son and his mate couldn't see it.

"Have the two of you had unprotected sex in the past five days?"

John raised his head and stared at the phone. They were bonded, of course. But he didn't trust himself to speak yet.

Sherlock turned a bright red. He was quite glad that Martha couldn't see him. Of course they had had unprotected sex. They had been for almost half a year now. Nothing had...

Oh.

OH.

It hit him like a freight train. He looked at John, who was just looking at him back. Martha's harsh voice brought him back to the present.

"Of.. course.." He said softly. "We've been bonded for almost 6 months now. But he's never felt sick before this..." He knew what Martha was going to say now, but he wasn't even sure if he was ready to hear it.

John groaned. "Oh christ." He muttered, "give me phone and go get ginger ale. Please?" He begged his mate.

He took his phone. "Hello Mum." He said as Sherlock left the bathroom.

The demon forced himself to sit up, leaning back against the bathtub.

Sherlock nodded dumbly and headed out to the kitchen.

"Japhrimel!" Came the cry on the other side of the line when John took the phone. "What in the Nine Hells were you thinking, getting knocked up. And by a Vampire nonetheless!" Even though she had- initially thought it would be good that her son had mated with man who's sire was one of the most important First Blood Vampires, now that he was bred, this was a whole nother story. There had never, in all the Time Immortal that a Vampire of Old Blood and a half Demon, and one of the Old Ones had ever mated and produced a child. She had no idea what the child would be like.

And it scared her. A lot.

"That it wasn't going to happen Mum. We didn't think that it would actually catch." John admitted. They had both wanted it to, but the reality of it actually happening was different.

"Look, it's happening. Whether or not you like it." John forced himself to stand, his head spinning a bit. But he steadied himself and headed to the living room.

Sherlock had been heading back with a glass of ginger ale. He almost bumped into John in the hallway.

"Here you are John, he said, sheepishly. He knew this was between John and his mother, so he headed back to the bedroom to give John space to talk.

"No. It really doesn't have to happen. I can stop it." She couldn't do it unless she was physically with John, able to feed something to him. She had some powerful elixirs that could stop this before it really started.

"This is a mistake, Japhrimel." She said, her voice deadly serious. "Vampires are not meant to mate with our kind. Carrying this child, attempting to birth it, could kill you. It isn't supposed to be growing inside of you. A quarter Demon and half Vampire child has never been born, in eons of time! Don't you think that there is a reason for that? I won't lose you because you are too stubborn to listen to reason. This.. abomination will KILL you, Japhrimel. Please, listen to your mother."

John took the glass and gave Sherlock a kiss. He went to sitting in the living room. He sat down in the chair and took a sip.

"You were saying a very different tune when you were excited to meet Sherlock." He said flatly, "When you wanted to use him, us, to get to his sire. Mum, I know you and I know what you were up to."

He finished the ginger ale and set the glass to the side.

"I will see a doctor about this. Whatever decision Sherlock and I make... It is our decision. Do not meddle."

"I was excited to meet Sherlock." She replied, her voice now a bit lower, dangerous. "I would never use you, Japhrimel. You are my son. I love you with all of my heart. I am worried, because I don't want you to die. I am not just saying this. Having a child that is part Vampire and part Demon, there has never been a live child born. "

She sighed. "I am not trying to use you, or lie to you, Japhrimel. You WILL die if you try to carry this child. Demon genes and Vampire genes are not meant to mix. Don't go to a human doctor. They know nothing about this. You have to come back to the Underworld and see a healer here. They can examine you. I will not come with you, so you don't think that I am trying to interfere."

Martha paused for a moment. "Please. Do this for me. Speak with a healer in the Underworld. they may be able to find a way for this abomination to not kill you. No one else can help you. Please."

"Mum. I don't want to go back if it means I never see the surface or my mate again. I would rather take my chances up here." He said coldly.

John got up and crossed over to the windows, staring down at the street below.

"This is my life Mum and think of the power this child could wield. Being descended from a Fallen and the First Blood?"

"I've known I'm pregnant for roughly twenty minutes and I want to keep this child." He said stubbornly.

"I never said that you couldn't go back to the surface again." Martha replied softly. "I am not trying to trap you in the Underworld. If you insist on keeping this... thing.. then I want to give you the best chance to actually survive if you won't listen to reason. "

Her voice quavered, just the smallest bit. "Please, listen to your mum. I am eons old. I have much more experience when it comes to Demonkind than you. I want you to come to the Underworld and see a healer and speak with them. And then when they are done speaking with you, you can go back to Surface and your.... mate."

"Alright. When?" He asked softly. John knew his mother was right. That he should see a healer.

But he wanted to keep this child, the perfect combination of the two of them. Him and his mate.

He shivered at the thought. Their child with Sherlock's hair and gorgeous smile. He rubbed his still flat belly.

There was honest relief in her voice. "As soon as possible. Even today or tomorrow if you can. The longer it is inside of you, the more dangerous it becomes. Come to my house. I can summon a portal to the Underworld. When you are done, the healer can summon a portal back here. Can you come today?" She asked.

"Mum. I want to keep this child." He told her sternly, "If you try anything..." John swallowed.

"I'll never speak to you again. I'll lose your number and Sherlock and I will fall.off somewhere no one can find us. Do you hear me?"

He understood it was dangerous. Any pregnancy was.

"There is nowhere that you could go that I coudn't find you." She warned him sternly. "But I swear upon my life, that the healer has no orders from me to harm you, your mate, or the offspring." There is no sterner swear that a Demon could give. She was telling the truth.

John swallowed. "I'll come today." He breathed, "Give me fifteen minutes and then send a portal. Please?"

Before his mother could answer, he ended the call.

John went to go find Sherlock. No doubt with the vampire's keen hearing, he heard everything...

Sherlock was sitting in his chair, but he wasn't even pretending like he was trying to do anything but listen to what was going on.

"Do.. you want me to stay here, or do you want me to wait for you at your mother's house?" He asked softly. He knew that swear that his mother did was the most important that a Demon could give, but she was very specific about it so he was sure that there were ways to get around it. He didn;t think she would but she could.

"Come with me. I love my mother, but I don't trust her." John said, "She knows ways to get rid of an unborn child easily." He put a hand on his belly, looking at Sherlock.

"We'll never have a moment's peace if we go through with this. Do you want to have s child with me?" He asked his mate.

"Of course I will go with you." Sherlock said. He stood up and went to get his hooded Belstaff, scarf, and gloves, and started to put them on.

"It is you and I against the world." He replied to John's question. "If you want to keep this child, then I will move Hell and Earth to make sure that this child is born safely." Even though he said it, he knew that neither of them stood a chance, even together, against his mother, a full Demon, an Old One. But he would fight until his dying breath for his mate and thier unborn child.

John nodded and then went to get dressed. He took a breath and put his usual boots and denim trousers on, along with a white vest and then his black canvas jacket. Like usual, his normal pendant went on. John touched it, letting out a breath.

"Dads would be firmly on our side. He always told me it didn't matter who I loved, as long as I was myself with them."

He held out his hand to Sherlock. To his mate.

Sherlock smiled softly. "I think I would have liked to meet your father." He said. "He sounds like a good man. I am glad that you seemed to have gotten more from him than from your mother." Sherlock took his hand and squeezed.

"You and I against the world. Always." He held John's hand, ready for anything.

"Don't let go." John said as the portal started to appear around them. He let out a breath and then squeezed tightly. In a blink they were gone.

This form of travel always threw John for a loop. He stumbled a bit when they arrived, still clinging to Sherlock's hand. He steadied himself against the vampire and then smiled up at him.

"I won't. Sherlock said, and squeezed.

He had never gone through a portal before. He felt like he was going upside down and turning around and when they arrived a moment later, he was still holding John's hand, but he was a pale grayish color and he was holding his mouth shut, trying not to vomit.

"Ah, the great Sherlock Holmes." She purred, bowing low. "Not the best first impression, this. " She smiled at her son.

"Japhrimel, It's been too long." He turned back to Sherlock who was starting to look a little less nauseous. She bowed formally. "Sherlock, son of the First Blood M. My name is Malthyne, Old One Demon. It is good to finally meet you. I am sorry that it took almost half a year to do so." She looked over at her son, then got up from her bow. "I assume you are to wait here with me while Japhrimel goes to the Underworld. I.. wouldn't think that a Vampire would be welcome there."

"He's going with us Mum." John said stubbornly as he shifted from human to demon. With his free hand, he carefully pulled off his pendant and offered it to Sherlock to wear. "You should be relatively safe with that on."

He then looked to his mother, as if challenging her to say something. "Just think of what this will do to smooth out demon and vampire relations."

Sherlock was surprised by this. He thought that Martha and himself were both going to wait there for John. "John, are you sure?" He asked. "I don't want to cause you trouble. I wonder if it would better if I didn't? If you want me to, I will, though."

Martha thinned her eyes. "I cannot and will not keep him safe. If a Demon sees fit to attack him, I will not protect him. Know this, Japhrimel. If he stays here, I swear that he will come to no harm. If he goes to the Underworld, I can make no such promises."

John looked at her. He snarled at his mother. "That pendant was Dad's. The one that allowed him to have a demon appearance. Now Sherlock is going with us." He said coldly.

"Sherlock put the pendant on. Mother, summon us an entrance. Or should I do it myself?"

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