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The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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John nodded at that. "I can agree to that." He said, "And she will agree to that as well."

He then kissed his mate and smiled at him. "I know you don't like this. But thank you for agreeing."

He ran a hand through Sherlock's hair and tightened his fist just a bit. He pulled him closer.

"Anything for you, John." He returned the kiss eagerly, making a little grunting noise when John tugged him closer by his hair. He eagerly closed the distance, being careful of how he was sitting and where he was putting his weight.

Oh, how he loved John. But he knew this couldn't go beyond kissing. William was in the kitchen doing homework, and of course he hadn't close the door after himself, so he had to stifle even that little groan he had made.

Reluctantly, he broke away from the kiss, not wanting to progress to the point where he had to go take a cold shower.

"She'll agree or she won't be allowed in at all. " He said, not wanting to ruin the mood, but knowing that he had to put his foot down about this.

The blonde nodded and let Sherlock pull away, but he didn't let his hair go just yet.

"The good thing about me being on bedrest for the next four to five months..." he said tugging slightly, "I get to watch you ride toy after toy..."

He then pulled back and smiled at Sherlock. "Go help him with his homework."

"Nnnngg... Johnnnn.." That was cruel, teasing him, talking about toys and pulling his hair and then telling him to leave."

Sherlock did get up, taking a moment to let his body relax before shooting John a mischievous look. "I have been around for a very long time and I have a long memory. When the children have been born, I will remember how you teased me. And I will get my revenge."

He flashed an evil smile and headed to the kitchen to help their son.

He chuckled as he watched his mate go. He could wait and be patient. He looked forward to the revenge that Sherlock put unto him.

He picked up his book once more to start to read.

Sherlock couldn't sleep much that night. He tossed and turned, anxious about how tomorrow was going to go. He'd been able to deal with John's mother in small amounts, but this was going to be for months, and he wasn't totally convinced that they weren't going to kill each other.

Finally, he was tired of not sleeping, so he got up and went into the living room and worked on some cases on his computer until it was almost time to get William up to get ready for school.

John got up around dawn, easing himself carefully out of the bed. He would not mention to Sherlock that he felt this mattress, the one they had for the first pregnancy and their entire relationship, was hard as a rock.

He rubbed his back as he went into the kitchen to make himself tea and start breakfast for William.

Their son didn't drink too much blood at the moment, but it could be an age thing.

Sherlock was at the kitchen table, which was now covered with papers, all filled with his messy scrawl. There were charts about growth rates of twins, complications, weight and height ratios, and every other conceivable thing that he could learn about having twins. There was also a pile of printouts that Sherlock had made about possible houses that they could move into, arranged apparently by price and size.

His head shot up and he was immediately on point as soon as John walked in. He was hyper vigilant, and noticed that John was rubbing at his back.

"We need a new mattress. Why didn't you tell me?" He could tell from where John was rubbing at his back, and the slightly stooped posture that this was a sleeping issue.

"As soon as your mother arrives, I will have another mattress delivered." He was already back on his laptop, looking for mattresses for their size bed.

John looked at his mate. "We don't need a new mattress, just get me a body pillow." He said. But he knew there would be no talking Sherlock out of doing it.

He put the kettle on and got out a cup for himself and Sherlock. While the water was on, he went to get eggs and bacon out to start breakfast.

Sherlock made a non-committal noise, and then opened another tab on his computer to have a full length body pillow added to that list. He was also starting to make notes about dual strollers and double cots for when they travel, as well as the normal cribs and bottles and other supplies they would need.

When it had seemed like they weren't going to have any more children, once William was three, they gave all of their baby supplies to charity. So now they would have to stock up again.. and doubly so. Sherlock had money, he wasn't worried about that. It was space that was the issue..

And yet, his list grew longer and longer.

John set some tea down in front of Sherlock and smiled at him. "Do you want toast with your eggs?" He asked.

He moved to crack two eggs into the pan. He smiled when he heard William start to move around upstairs. He was never worried about the boy not getting up.

Sherlock heard the noise upstairs as well. His eyes canted to the stairs, then back to John. "I'm not hungry. Cook for yourself and William." He had just shut the lid of the laptop, he hadn't even taken his hands off of it yet, when he heard the ominous thudding up the stairs.

Because they had William now, they kept the hallways doors to the kitchen and living room closed- for safety. Apparently, though, that was not a barrier for Martha, who unlocked it- Sherlock had no idea how, and stepped in, immediately moving for the kitchen.

She tsked at Sherlock. "Really, Sherlock, Is that any way to keep a kitchen table? Clean that up so we can have breakfast. Is William up? Oh, I heard him moving. Some toast and raspberry marmalade, and coffee for me, John." She went about making herself at home.

John set the package of bread down. Oh dear. He moved the eggs off the beat and headed for the bathroom.

Apparently the smell of bread made him nauseous. Fuck.

He ended up throwing up, ignoring the arguement in the kitchen. Christ. Apparently his morning sickness was hitting him now, in the second trimester.

The moment that John ran off, Sherlock was on his feet. He glared at Martha, DARING her to say anything about it before he rushed off to the loo, only to find John throwing up into the toilet.

He got on his knees next to John, gently rubbing his back and murmuring soft words to him, trying to help him relax and breathe deeply and get through the nausea.

He looked at his mate. "Apparently bread set me off." John laughed weakly. He took the glass of water from Sherlock and then rinsed his mouth before spitting it out into the toilet as well.

John sat back, swallowing. "Fucking morning sickness..."

Sherlock grabbed a glass of water from him from the sink in the loo and handed it to him, then started to rub his back again.

"Then your mother shall have to go without her toast and raspberry marmalade." He said, trying to sound like it was a joke, but he meant it quite seriously.

"I know. You've been lucky so far. But I guess the luck ran out. Just take it easy, and go lie down when you feel better. We can take care of William."

John settled for smiling tiredly at him. He nodded and got up. "I'm sorry love. Can you bring me my tea? And maybe some eggs?" He asked with a smile.

He kissed his mate and retreated to their bedroom to make himself comfortable on the bed.

Martha looked up when Sherlock returned to the kitchen.

"Of course." He gave John a soft kiss on the forehead, then headed back to the kitchen. William was already up, and Martha was making him breakfast.

"Good morning, William. Your Papa is a bit under the weather, but you can say goodby to him before you head to school. "

"Awwww okay Daddy." he replied. "Gramma's making breakfast."

He looked to Martha. "John requested eggs."

A few minutes later, Sherlock delivered the eggs and tea to John, who was gently napping.

"Okay." he whispered softly. He took them back to the kitchen and put them i the microwave so he could warm them up later.

John was at his wit's end. Mycroft was here overseeing their move, and his mother was here. And they were arguing. He rubbed his forehead, taking a deep breath.

Sherlock was fussing too.

At least William was at school.

He rose from his chair, putting a hand on his six month belly and looked at the three people. "I'm going for a walk. I hope this arguement is cleared up when I get back." He told his mother and Mycroft.

John then left the flat.

It had been a rough couple of months. It'd taken a while for Sherlock and Martha to move into a routine where they didn't have to spend more time with each other than needed, but still not fight or let William notice that they didn't like each other.

And then, they decided on a house. They were going to keep Baker Street as an office, but they would live in this house. It was on the outskirts of the actual city of London, but they were able to keep William at his current school, which is what they all wanted.

Of course, at 6 months, he looked like he was 9 months and ready to pop. With two babies growing, he was much larger than he would have been with just one. The healer had been watching over them. They were small, as was expected, but healthy so far.

All this stress had put everyone at the end of their rope. Even William could of course see it, and it affected him as well, as much as they tried to keep him from it. He was a smart boy.

But at least he hadn't been here to see this argument.

Sherlock followed behind John a few moments afterwards, forgetting to grab his jacket in his rush.

"John! John!" He headed outside and was immediately bombarded by the sun. Of course it would be a hot, sunny day.

"John!" He looked around but the sun was blinking and burning him, and he had to duck inside Speedy's Cafe.

Bloody Buggering Fuck. Now he was burnt from the sun. He couldn't go after John and he'd have to go back outside again to get home.

John didn't hear Sherlock. He crossed his arms over his chest as he walked, swallowing.

Everything was so emotionally heightened and he felt like crying. He eventually stopped walking and sat down, dropping his head into his hands.

Martha and Mycroft couldn't help but try and be right, prove the other wrong. And he was done. He wanted to move in and just kick everyone but his mate and their son out.

He leaned back in the bench, sighing.

"John?" Lestrade was walking back from his lunch break towards New Scotland Yard when he noticed a very pregnant John looking up at the sky.

"Are... you alright? Where's Sherlock? I thought he wasn't letting ya outta the flat until you had your baby? You look like you're about to pop. Lemme getcha a cab at least."

He looked up and smiled at Greg. "Well, my Mum and Mycroft were arguing. I couldn't handle it." He chuckled.

John carefully eased himself up and looked at the Detective Inspector. "The walk does me good. Can you walk me back to the flat? It would make Sherlock feel better."

"Of course. One sec." He dialed his phone. "Sally? Look. I got something I gotta take care of real quick. I'll be back a bit late. Okay. Okay. Thanks." He hung up and offered his hand to John to help the very pregnant man to his feet.

"Come on, lets get you home>"

"Thank you." He smiled at Greg.

"Hard to believe I'm only six months along." He chuckled. John rubbed his belly, smiling at Greg, "And I'm excited to have these babies out of me."

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