Making memories (sequel to things about Sherlock )

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AN: OK HHHIIIIIII , sorry I was away so long , I've had a lot of exams and stuff like that.

SO, just warning you , from now on there will be quite a bit of violence, homophobic language and abusive language used, sorry if it upsets anyone. If there is anything particularly bad , I will put a warning at the start of the chapter , and just before it begins and when it ends , so you can skip it if you want to.

Also , I just wanna thank everyone who's been reading up to now , it's amazeballs to think people are actually reading this !!

Please vote & comment if you like it , and if you have any criticisms , tell me please !!

Thank you again!

Oh and btw , Check out Amor Before Moriarty by @DontshaveforSherlock and So we meet again by @WhoLocked

They are both such amazing writers, and lovely people! Their stories are definitely worth a read !!!

- Eddie xoxox

 

 

 

Hi Molly ...

Greg! - Molly x

So , Sherlock has a kid ?

Seems that way :) - Molly x

Are you sure it's reall a good idea ?

Why wouldn't it be ? - Molly x

Well , he did have a fucking mental breakdown a couple of months back...

It lasted a few hours and harmed no one .... - Molly x 

I guess so...I just hope the kid'll  be ok

He will be fine , Sherlock loves him , I'm on a break right now, fancy a coffee :) - Molly x

Yeah sure, see you in a minute

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 Sherlock's P.O.V

" Sherlock , what do you mean?"

I nodded at the window again , and John turned his head towards it.

" Sherlock, what is going on ? Please just tell me?!"

" John, I don't think here is the appropriate place , I think there's an infestation"

John looked at me slightly confused , and was about to speak up again, when I stopped him,

"Too many bugs" .

A look of realisation , and a flash of worry spread across his face.

When I first realised that there were people following us, I felt a sick fear I'd only felt a few times before, and only when John's life was involved, but now I felt this fear for two people.

And it was so much worse.

I had a child in my care, who was already in danger , we were being followed by unknown people with an unknown cause .

All these thoughts swam around at top speed in my head, clouding any logic I may have been able to use other than home. Home is safer.

"We need to go back home, now."

John nodded and continued pushing the buggy , I followed after him. We had both picked up the pace , my stomach turned as I noticed suspicious people , I'd noticed one woman the other day.  right near 221b , I didn't have the data to assume that she was undercover and following us  but now I knew that that was the likely scenario.

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Unknown P.O.V (the next day )

I smoothed back my hair and went into the shop next to my post and picked up a newspaper .

I brushed the rain of my jacket and dried my hands on my jeans, then I took a look at the paper , on the front it read,

Olympian kidnapped near London club.

I read on...

Gold medal Olympian Sophie Desmond and girlfriend Gina Higgs were kidnapped early this morning, estimated time about 1:30 am. Police have stated a gang of estimated 5 men were the likely kidnappers.....

We killed two of the bastards...why weren't they mentioned ? I carried on reading.

We were told there was no one else at the scene.

What? And then I saw the name...

Armature detective Sherlock Holmes and partner John Watson are rumoured to be helping discover the kidnappers. Families are dev-

I stopped reading and pulled out my phone .

" Get it going, they're already involved , get more people watching. It's almost time."

I pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between my lips as I lit it wandering from the shop. I looked across the road at the window I was watching, I could see him, sat there with a violin perched under his chin, his eyes closed. His boyfriend - the short one- came over and kissed him on the head , handing him a mug.

I threw my cigarette down and stamped it out.

"Bloody faggots..." I mumbled, even the sight of those two made my blood boil.  

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John's P.O.V

It had been a week or so since Sherlock had noticed we were being followed , he'd been on edge ever since.

He hadn't slept , Hamish was in his sight as often as he could be ...as was I. 

When if I had work , he'd either walk with me or make me ring him when I arrived.

He'd noticed that it was the same people , a group of at least four people following us. He pointed them out so I'd know what they looked like.
Hamish finished the bottle I'd given him and I put him over my shoulder and patted his back until he made a small burping noise .

I brought him infront of my face and gave him a smile, and pulled an odd face , to which his mouth turned to a small grin .

" Shall we make Hamish giggle , eh ? Shall we make you giggle ?"

Sherlock looked over from his perch at the window, and rolled his eyes, I saw the smirk he wore though.

I put Hamish on my hip and we tiptoed over to Sherlock. I snuck up behind him , and then I leant Hamish and I over his shoulder and shouted

" Supriiiiiiise!!!"

To my amusement , Sherlock made a huge deal of being mock surprised. Hamish chortled and giggled and so did we eventually.

Sherlock smiled and gave Hamishs' hair a ruffle , and me a kiss . But then he turned to the window once more , his face dropped and his eyes became cold.

It chilled me to my core.

I took Hamish over to his cot and placed him in, I put a blanket over him and tucked him in and sat in my chair next to the cot .

I rocked the cot gently , when I first placed Hamish in he'd started crying , but after a couple of minutes he settled down. I rocked him back and forth and back and forth and his eyes started to close . As did mine.

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