"I always tried to protect you, keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. This was always just my responsibility, you know?" Mycroft said. He heard rain fall onto his umbrella.
"It's like I had one job. I had one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that I'm sorry." Mycroft said to his little brother's grave.
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"Mycroft." Sherlock sobbed into the phone.
"What's wrong? How can I help?" Mycroft said, getting out of bed and rushing to get dressed.
"It's John." Sherlock told him.
"If he's broken up with you I'll kill him myself." Mycroft said seriously.
"He proposed." Sherlock told him and started sobbing again.
"Hi Mycroft." John said taking the phone. "Sorry I didn't know what else to do, I think I made the proposal too romantic, he's been like this for hours."
"I'll be right over and congratulations."
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Sherlock allowing their tiny son to "help" him play the violin, letting him sit on his knee and stroke the bow across the strings while John watches them, so fond.
John getting him a tiny stethoscope and the little baby walking around pressing the chest piece to everything in sight, then crawling up on the sofa between John and Sherlock and the two of them helping him listen to their heartbeats.
Sherlock wearing his safety goggles, gloves, and a mask the first times he changes a dirty nappy.
John blowing raspberries on the baby's tummy and making him squeal and laugh, and Sherlock periodically looking up from his microscope and grinning because he can't help it.
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John getting shot during a case and Sherlock is just holding him, trying to stop the blood from coming out. And he's just sobbing and screaming at Greg to make the ambulance come quicker. But John is announced dead when they arrive and Sherlock is still cradling him, and he yells at anyone that tries to get too close. Just firing off random, incorrect deductions. And they let him stay there, until it gets really late and they have to detain Sherlock to get John away from him.
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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
