Genes of a Genius [A parentlock fanfiction, made with ohmygodhai] ~DISCONTINUED~

Chapter 1

Hellooo! It's finaly here, hope you guys enjoy this new fanfiction, ive wrote it with @ohmygodhai and we've been planning it for a while now. We've got a nice little plot worked out, and are hoping to update reguarly, so see you on the other side! ^.^ 

-TheLastWhovian0 

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Been excited for this (as you can tell) PARENTLOCK EEEK WAHEEEEY. Exciting, cute lil daddy Sherlock, basically all I have to say. But I hope you like it *mwah*

-ohmygodhai

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"There's a forest just down here, come on. Keep going Sherlock, keep running." Sherlock thought over and over in his mind. He knew that if he could just keep running he would be in the clear. They would never find him in the dense forest that was just a few yards away.  

He didn't even know who these people were, how could he risk letting them take him? He could see the forest now. The trees towering over him. He turned and saw a team of gun men hot on his tail. Realizing he couldn't relax yet he began to sprint again, although he didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. His legs were failing him, his body was giving in. He could feel it.  

But as the forest grew closer he let out a sigh of relief and began one last push. He ran and ran, deeper into the heart of the forest. Feeling he was safe now, he fell to his knees. A small chuckle escaping his lips. He was safe for now.  

The thundering sound of the helicopter above him however, told him differently. He tried to run but his legs had seized up. All he could do was wait, wait for them to take him away.  

He tried to hide in the shadows as torches shone in his eyes, he squinted and look up to see one of the gun men standing before him. "You're coming with us Mr. Holmes." He called in a thick French accent.  

"Oh am I really?" Sherlock panted.  

"Well you don't seem to be going any where." He chuckled.  

Sherlock took a lunge at him, attempting to bring him to his knees. But the harsh, cold, impact of a pistol around his head knocked him into darkness 

Once woken, Sherlock was surprised to find himself in a form of comfort. He had been placed on a bed that was soft at his touch, and the room that surrounded him was beige in colour, he had a bedside table next to him, complete with a lamp, a TV on the far side of the room, and other accessories were darted around the space.

It didn't take him long to realize that is was in some sort of Hotel room. He immediately shot up, and got to his feet, how long had he been asleep? His head hurt slightly, and he felt confused about why he was there. Before he could start to get the hang of things, there was a knock on the door, to which he answered. Two men in black suits stood before him, either side of each other.

"Mr Holmes, if you would like to come with us" The one on the right said.

Sherlock's head hurt to much for him to be even bothered to do deductions, and how would that help him anyway? He would end up following them eventually. So, he did as requested, and was lead to what looked like a dining hall, with tables and chairs scattered around, it looked posh. Nobody was around, apart from one man, sat at a table in the center of the hall, also in a suit, something about him reminded Sherlock about Moriarty. He had a head of black smooth hair, and wore thin glasses, he smiled at Sherlock's presence.

"Mr. Holmes" He addressed Sherlock "I've been expecting you" 

"Cut the mystery," Sherlock groaned, rubbing his head. "Who are you and why am I here?"

The man burst out laughing, and continued for a good few minutes Sherlock narrowed his eyes. This man was clearly insane. Another quality he and Moriarty shared. "This world has problems Mr. Holmes," the man began.

He stood and made his way over to Sherlock. "Who can solve our problems?" He asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Someone who cares, and to save your time. That's not me."He sighed, turning to leave.

"If you only gave me time Mr. Holmes, then you would care." The man smirked. Sherlock turned, some what intrigued.

"Caring's not really my field." He shrugged.

"Genius Is the answer Mr. Holmes." The man continued, ignoring him, turning back to his seat. Sherlock followed him and took the seat opposite. "We need, genius'. Genius' like you. But there aren't enough." He shook his head. Sherlock narrowed his eyes, confused.

"You still haven't answered me, who are you?" He growled.

"You don't need to know that." The man chuckled.

The pain in his head had faded a little and he took to deducing the man. "Your accent, hints of French , Italien, English mainly but with an American twang. Suggesting you spend lots of time in foreign countries. Then there's the suit. Only sold in Spain, but the shoes, from Germany and your hair? That's clearly a style you picked up in England. The suit and shoes are expensive so you're clearly rich, and the amount of effort put into your appearance, you obviously want to impress. So who spends a lot of time in other countries, has a lot of money and is worried about world problems? You forget my brother practically is the British Government. You're from the United Nations. Thank you for your time, but I don't have time to deal with international dilemmas at the moment." Sherlock said, standing and buttoning his jacket before turning to leave. 

"Mr. Holmes, once you understand what we want from you, and understand what that will lead to, I think you will become much more interested" The man said. Sherlock turned on his heel, raising his brow.

"I said we need someone to solve our problems" The man stated "I didn't mean you"

Sherlock's curiosity had go the better hand of him, and he had found his way back to the chair in a matter of seconds. "You have intelligence Mr. Holmes, intelligence that we are interested in, and wish to recreate. You have already demonstrated this to many, and with another creator, we hope to multiply that intelligence and alternate it, to solve our problems"

"Your problems? Bit self hearted.."

"No, Mr. Holmes, the worlds problems" Sherlock scanned the mans figure, he didn't understand what he meant. Recreate his intelligence? He didn't want to admit it though, so Kept the conversation going. "Yes...go on"

"Some people don't understand the power of others, and that in turn makes them easy to manipulate, and change. They are idiots Mr. Holmes, and with more intelligence, we can achieve even more of this, and eliminate those who cause a treat to whole nations" 

A thought suddenly sprang to Sherlock's mind. Who in this whole world was as intelligent, though he hated to admit it, as him. "Mycroft!? You want Mycroft?" He burst out laughing. "You don't need to ask. You can have my brother. You can keep him."

The man cocked his head to the side. "I don't understand, what could we possibly need with Mycroft Holmes?"

"You said you want someone as intelligent as me?" Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes but, without being rude, Mycroft is not quite what we need. Needless to say, he is not quite as... Agile as his younger brother." The man said awkwardly.

"No, diets never did work for him." Sherlock shrugged.

"Any who, what we are proposing, Mr. Holmes, is souly aimed at you." He changed the subject. Sherlock nodded, urging him to continue. "We would like to create an equal to you. In the simplest way possible, we want to create your son."