Imagine someone handing Sherlock a baby at a crime scene and never coming back and Sherlock just looks at it. And then he notices it has blond hair and it smiled at him. Then he remembers that John moved out of the flat so he takes it home and tries to take care of it.
"Cereal? Isn't that what babies eat?" Sherlock says and hands the baby a box of cereal. The baby shakes the box and all the cereal falls out. Sherlock sighs and is about to yell at him when he sees the baby's face. It looks just like John would as a child. Sherlock smiles, picks the baby up, and takes him to the kitchen, where they experiment on dead people together.
He names the baby Hamish.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
