The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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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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Since that night (and the subsequent three days of soreness when it was hard to walk) they had been pretty quiet and vanilla when it came to anything sexual. The longer John went on, the more nervous and afraid Sherlock was to do anything to cause any issues with the baby or cause it to be born early.

When they hit the 8th month (that was only 2 days ago) they were both ecstatic. So Sherlock was pissed when Graham called him to come get some cold cases that he could work on while they waited for the baby to be born. Gavin could have dropped it off, but he said that he was busy, so Sherlock told John that he would be back in less than an hour, don't have the baby, and he loved him.

And then he was off to New Scotland Yard.

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John paused and swallowed. "Mum, you need to find Sherlock. Now." He said. He was not having this child without his mate present. No. He refused.

He got up, keeping a hand on his belly. It seemed to sit lower than it had last time he got up.

The Holmes-Watson child was coming.

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"Do you know where could be?" She asked, worry suddenly in her voice. She could tell the strain in her son's voice, and it was easy to understand why.

"You need to get to the healer." She told him, in no uncertain terms. "I will find him and bring him to you. Use that stone. NOW."

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"He's somewhere between here and Scotland Yard." He told her, "More than likely in Detective Inspector Lestrade's office."

John fumbled for the stone and rubbed his fingers over it, feeling it warm in his hand. "E'oelo..." he said.

This was happening. Their child was coming.

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His mother said no more. She hung up as she heard him say the phrase.

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The healer was in his normal shop, putting together a concoction for a Demon with a broken wing when he heard the word spoken, a word that he thought he'd hear much earlier than this.

Immediately, he opened the portal and John came stumbling through, hold his belly, obviously in distress. The Demon took John's hand and led him to a back room- in human terms it would have looked somewhat like a hospital room, but the table was stone and the items around it were for the most part, decidely not human.

"Lay down. I need to see how far along you are." He helped John up onto the flat stone table, then used his magic to float it to the right height for him to examine John.

"Oh my, You are already at 5cm dilated. You are in active labor."

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John let out a breath as the healer helped him into the room and then onto the stone. He laid back and took a breath before another shot of pain coursed through him.

"Fuck." He gasped. That hurt. Women were amazing, he decided, to do this over and over.

He raised himself up on his elbows and looked at Cagnazzo. "Yes, thank you for the obvious." He had always been polite to the doctor, but not right now...

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Cagnazzo didn't take any offense to it. He gave John a pillow under his head and gently maneuvered John's legs up into two stone stirrups that he created, giving the healer access between John's legs. The discarded trousers and pants were on the floor, forgotten for the moment.

"Does your mate know? Someone needs to find him and bring him here. I can dispatch one of my workers if you can give them an idea of where he might be." He said all of this while he was making another concoction in his mortal and pestle. "I am making you something to take for the pain. It won't hurt the baby.

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"I was on the phone with my mother. She went to find him. Hopefully she has him now." John answered. God he hoped his mother found Sherlock. His mate needed to be here. Now. Now. He cried out as another contraction hit. Oh. He was going to murder Sherlock. Messily.

He wasn't ashamed of his nudity. He was about to give birth.

"Okay..." he nodded. He knew the healer wouldn't hurt him or the child.

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"You aren't quite there yet, you still need to dilate a bit more before you are ready to actually have this child. Your contractions will get harder and closer together. " He added a his concoction to a glass of water.

"Here, drink this. It won't taste good but it will dull the pain a bit. I don't want to stop all of the pain, because it will give us a good idea about what is going on, but it will be alot better. " He held the glass up to John's mouth so he could drink it.

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Oh it was foul, but he drank it as instructed. He pulled back and nodded.

"Alright." He swallowed and rested back. He hoped that his mother would get here soon with his mate.

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Both Sherlock and Greg were shocked when a portal opened in Greg's small office. John's mother stepped through, literally grabbed Sherlock and jerked him back through the portal to her house, and closed it.

"Sherlock." She said, when they were in her house. " Je-.. John is in labor. We need to get to him right now. " Without another word, she made another portal, and Sherlock immediately stepped through it with her.

"John..." Sherlock heard a scream of pain from behind this main shop room. He rushed back to find John on a slab, his legs up, and the healer was between his legs.

"John!"

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John looked up when he heard his name and relaxed. Sherlock. His mate. He reached out to him, squeezing his hand when another contraction hit.

"Fuck!" The pain was lessened, but it was still there. And these ones hurt.

"I'm going to murder you later." He promised.

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"Ahhhh.." John's grip was iron tight, squeezing his fingers hard, but he didn't pull away. "It was Graham's fault. He needed me to consult on a case. But I think your mom got revenge. He might have had a heart attack when she opened a portal in his office, grabbed me, and closed it. " He chuckled, trying to bring a little levity into the tense situation.

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John couldn't help but laugh. "Poor Greg." Though he hoped the Detective Inspector didn't die. He liked him.

He took a breath as another contraction hit. They were getting closer together. Fuck. He dropped his head back, taking deep breaths.

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The healer looked up with a smile. "Alright, you are dilated all the way. Now, the contractions are going to be hard and you will feel like you want to push. You can push, I will tell you if you have to stop. This is it, the baby is almost here. It's positioned well in the birth canal, so everything should be in order."

"John.." Sherlock ran his hand through John's hair. "You're doing so well. You're almost there."

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John nodded, taking deep breaths. He could do this. He could. Their child was almost here and it had been longer than anyone else had expected. He squeezed Sherlock's hand as he pushed, stopping when the healer said to.

He dropped back, gasping when the healer said the shoulders were free. He gave another push, squeezing Sherlock's as he did. Their child was here.

Was it a boy or girl?

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Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Sherlock had no idea how long he was in labor. It was push after push after push. Finally the healer told him to push hard, the head was coming out. Sherlock was there, taking John's hand squeezes, almost enough to break a human's hand.

Thankfully he wasn't human.

And then, finally, the head was free, one more push, and the shoulders came through. One more huge push and there was what seemed like an hour of silence.

It was only a couple of seconds.

There was a loud cry. It was their baby, screaming out to the world that it had arrived.

"Congratulations. It's a boy." The healer said, holding the baby up. He grabbed some towels and dried the still wiggling and screaming baby. He tied off and cut the cord, then wrapped up the baby and handed him to John.

"He looks healthy." He said, with a smile.

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John sat up as much as he could and took their son into his arms. He smiled down at the little boy. "Hello you." He said softly. He leaned down to kiss his forehead.

He then looked up at Sherlock, smiling. "What should we name him?"

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Sherlock beamed. The child looked so... normal. There were no horns, no tail, no fangs. Of course that didn't mean that he was a normal human baby. He had 10 fingers and 10 toes.. pink skin, dark hair with a bit of his curl, and blue eyes.

And he was still crying.

And he was beautiful.

'I was thinking about William Hamish." What so you think?

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He paused and looked down at the crying vote in his arms. "William Hamish..." he smiled at Sherlock.

"I like it."

John shifted to get his shirt off so he could feed William. He brought the babe to his breast.

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Sherlock watched as his mate, tired and sweaty and exhausted but happy fed their child. There were no words to describe what he was feeling now- elation, pure joy, but still nervousness and fear, both for the safety of their child, and what world he would grow up in.

The healer helped John deliver the afterbirth while William still drank, then he cleaned John up a bit, and gave them some time to be alone, the three of them.

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John let out a breath and looked at Sherlock once William was done eating. "Look at our son Sherlock. Isn't he perfect?"

He didn't know what the world had in store for their little boy, but he would do anything and everything to keep him safe and protect him.

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When William was done, he yawned, a big full face yawn and flailed his limbs a bit, then promptly fell asleep in John's arms.

Sherlock smiled softly, leaning down and kissing a now sleeping William first, then John. "He is." He said, his voice warm. "You did so well, love. You kept him safe for 8 months and 2 days, and now he is happy and healthy."

He sighed softly. "I don't know how long it will be before he starts showing traits of either being a Demon, or a Vampire. Usually Vampires are turned, not born, so he is quite unusual in that way. But he's unusual in a lot of ways, isn't he?" He chuckled.

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John relaxed into the kiss and smiled. "I love you Sherlock. So much." He said softly. And it was the truth. He did love Sherlock. He had for over a year now.

"My abilities didn't manifest until I was fifteen, sixteen years old. So we may have time."

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"I wasn't turned until I was thirty, so unfortunately, I will be of no help there." He smiled, then a thought came to his mind. "I know that you and Mycroft aren't on the best of terms." They didn't outright hate each other, but John had never really quite forgiving him for trying to use him to get to his mother. "But he is Old Blood, First Blood, and he should know about these things. He has been around much longer than I. We should ask him."

"Ask me what?" Sherlock turned to see a portal, and out of it stepped Mycroft. He didn't have a pendant like Sherlock did to change his look outside the shop. He was powerful enough that he didn't need it, it seemed.