Sherlock's Human Error

Chapter 11

I was sat in on the sofa of 221B Baker Street, just scrolling through Sherlock's website, looking for cases that people had submitted. I actually finished my training and I am now a qualified nurse, which is surprising as I spent the last two years following Sherlock around on various adventures. I don't, however, have a job at the moment. I kind of just help Sherlock where I can.

My phone buzzed with a notification. It was a tweet from Sherlock. I know, I'm sad, I have my boyfriend's twitter notifications switched on. And yes, I did just say boyfriend, though Sherlock hates that term. I opened the app on my phone to read "Back on terra firma - Free as a bird. #ohwhatabeautifulmorning". That man, I swear to god. Sherlock had gone out about an hour ago, to attend a very important meeting with the British Government, a.k.a, Mycroft. I had a feeling it was about the Magnussen incident.

Mary and John are fine, Mary is still pregnant, but looks like she is about to burst any day now. Mine and Sherlock's relationship was affectionate when it pleased Sherlock, I can't argue I suppose, what did I expect when I fell in love with a socio-path.

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All four of us were in the flat, Mary was taking it easy, John typing on his blog, I was sitting in John's old armchair, which was pretty much mine now, watching everyone do their thing and Sherlock was moaning about something he couldn't understand. "If this gets any better, I'm going to get two knives", Sherlock said as he stabbed a pile of letters onto the mantlepiece. "It pays to advertise", John said, not looking up from his laptop. "So, what about Moriarty then?", Mary asked. "Oh, I have a plan. I am going to monitor the underworld, every quiver of the web will tell me when the spider makes his move", Sherlock said enthusiastically. I watched as Mary looked like she was in pain, as she rubbed her stomach. "So basically your plan is just to sit there solving crime like you always do?", I asked. "Awesome, isn't it?", Sherlock said with a wink. He got up from his chair and ripped a letter out from under the knife that was embedded in the top of the fireplace.

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A couple of day had gone past and John, Sherlock and I were entering the flat, it fits of giggles. "A jellyfish", John said as we walked up the stairs. "I know", Sherlock said. "You can't arrest a jellyfish", I said, laughing. "You could try", Sherlock said. "We did try", I replied. John stopped as we got to the top of the stairs and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Oh god", John sighed. "Mary?", Sherlock guessed. "Fiftey-nine missed calls", John replied. "We're in a lot of trouble", I said as we all rushed out of the flat and down the stairs.

We got to John and Mary's flat, to find Mary had gone into labour. We got everyone in the car and made our way to the hospital. John was driving, Sherlock was next to John and I was in the back with Mary. "Ow. Oh my god", She screamed. "Relax. It's got two syllables", John said, trying to calm Mary down. "I'm a nurse darling, I think I know what to do", Mary said, screaming the last part. "Alright then, come on", John said. "Oh, just drive. Please go. Just drive. God, drive", Mary shouted at him.

"John, I think you need to pull over", Mary warned him. "Mary. Mary...", John trailed off. "PULL OVER!", Mary shouted at him. That was it, I helped John and Mary deliver their baby on the side of the road. Got to say it was one of the most amazing, yet crazy situations I've ever been in.

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We were all at Mary and John's flat, celebrating the birth of Baby Watson. Molly and I were drinking champagne, Mrs Hudson was trying to take a picture of John, Mary and their daughter, who they still hadn't agreed on a name for. Sherlock standing out of the way, on his phone.

Mrs Hudson had trouble taking the picture so Molly helped her, whilst I walked over to Sherlock. He looked at me and smiled "You look very beautiful", he said in a serious tone. I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Oh, it's one of those days is it? Where we actually act like a couple? Where we actually say nice things about each other?", I teased with a laugh. "For me, it's always one of those days, I just don't always say things out loud. I do love you", Sherlock said, slightly worried that he had upset me. "I'm only joking, you know that. I love you too", I said as I reached up to kiss him. It went silent as I felt we were being watched. I flipped John off as he winked at me.

"What about a name?", Mrs Hudson asked, turning the attention back to the new parents. "Catherine", John said. "Oh yeah, we've gone off that", Mary said. "Have we?", John asked. "Yeah", Mary replied. John looked surprised "Oh", he said. "Well, you know what I think", Sherlock butted in. I lightly slapped his arm, whilst John and Mary both told him "It's not a girls name". Sherlock smirked. "Molly, Amy, Mrs H. We would love you to be godparents", John said. "Oh!", "Really?", "That's lovely!", we all said at once. I went over and hugged John before going over to join the other four girls on the sofa.

I watched as John walked over to Sherlock. He cleared his throat "And, uh... you too Sherlock", John said. "You too, what?", Sherlock asked, still engrossed in his phone. "Godfather, we'd like you to be godfather", John said. "God is a ludicrous fiction dreamt up by inadequates who abnegate all responsibility-", Sherlock started off on a tangent. "Sherlock!", I warned. "He'll do it", I told John. I earned an annoyed look from Sherlock, to which I just blew him a kiss, to annoy him further.

Oh dear, the christening should be eventful.