Distasteful Profession

Interrupted Terapy

The dinner went nice. Sherlock was nervous, which seemed out of character. The first time John met Sherlock, he held himself a shade like Mycroft, which explains a lot.

John remembered he had a therapy appointment at 19.00. They finished dinner and went to pick up Rosie. John dropped the both of them off in front of the building. Sherlock unbuckled and carried Rosie out of her seat and up to the flat she'd soon call home. John made sure they got up safely. He drove off to the therapy office and had to wait in the waiting room.

He walked into the office and was half surprised to see, "Euros?!" John asked as he slowly closed the door. "Hello, John." She said. "I know you're not my therapist," John said, sitting in the armchair across from her cautiously. She nodded. "She's in the closet, both metaphorically and physically... I tied her up," She said quickly. "John, don't tell Sherlock about any of this!" She shouted. John threw his hands up in defence. "I need to inform you of this in advance," She said, standing up and slowly walking to John's chair. She placed a hand right beside John's head and rested a leg on either side of John's.

"What are you doing?" Euros asked as John was uncomfortably leaning into his chair to avoid her. "You're Sherlock's big sister. Stop it," He said as he gingerly pushed her off and away. John stood up and walked up to the closet. Euros stood in front of him, blocking the doorway. "His mum; our mum, she's dying," John stopped in his tracks.

"What do you mean, she's dying?" He asked, staring intensely at her, but she didn't budge. "I suggest you let me take care of her, you get Sherlock and your little Rose Garden, and drive up to Saint Bartholomew's Hospital to visit her before they call him tomorrow saying that she went the night before." She suggested sternly. John's eyes slightly widened. "Alright, but if I see the therapist's name in a murder report, the first suspect will be you." He said as he turned to run out of the room. He pulled out his phone and texted Sherlock, whose number he got from Mrs Hudson.

"Sherlock, it's John. You wanna go take a ride with Rosie and me?"
"Hello, John. What happened to therapy?"
"She has a crisis she had to deal with. So?"
"Yes, I would enjoy that. Where will we be going?"
"You'll deduce it later,"

John shut the car off and looked over at Sherlock. "This isn't where I had anticipated we'd go," Sherlock said, looking at John. "Let's Go; She should be texting me the room," John muttered, exiting the car and opening the door for Rosie to be released from the back seat. "John, what is this about?" Sherlock asked, sitting in the car. Without looking to him, John said, "you'll regret it if you don't come, and I don't want to see you broken-hearted, Sherlock."

Locating the room via Euros texting him, John led Sherlock through the hospital hallways. When John approached the door, he handed Rosie to Sherlock and entered first, shutting the door.
"Hello? Who are you?" She asked, not recognizing John's face. John took a deep breath and said, "I'm your youngest son's boyfriend, ma'am. He's outside and I thought he'd like to see you." Her eyes watered and she half her arms open for John to hug her. "I'm very happy to know that Sherlock's finally found someone," She said sweetly. "As am I," John Said, chuckling. "Can I see him, please?" She asked, tears flowing down her face. John nodded and walked to the door. He opened it to show Sherlock holding Rosie, bouncing her up and down on his hip, singing lowly to a song in his head. He turned to the door and his eyes widened as he stopped in his tracks. He rushed into the room, handing Rosie to John as he passed through. Sherlock sloppily sat in the bedside hospital chair and took his mother's hands in his own. They talked for a bit and they laughed and cried and Sherlock introduced her to Rosie. She was delighted to have 'Kind of a Granddaughter before she died.

"Sherlock, I love you. I love your brother and your sister, your father. But, just between us, I'm proudest of you..." and the machine went flatline as she reached up and kissed him on the head.

Sherlock broke. Rosie waddled away from John and toward Sherlock's side. Sherlock froze when she hugged him. Sherlock smiled as he took her in his arms. H half her close. John walked over and knelt to the floor beside his chair. Sherlock held John tightly to him, crying on his shoulder. "How did you know?" He asked, choking on himself. "Euros told me," John hushed calmly. John strokes Sherlock's back.

John placed his left hand on Sherlock's right thigh and was comfortably stroking up with his thumb. Sherlock had his hand over John's. When they got back to the flat Sherlock lied down on the couch. Twenty minutes later, John put Rosie on his stomach playfully.  "I'm running out to get you a treat. What do you want, food-wise?" John asked. "Food? Food is boring." Sherlock muttered bringing his arms around Rosie as she began to fall asleep again. "But," He said, "Cigarettes. They would be nice..." John gave a look, but then he smirked and said, "As long as you don't smoke around her, 'Kay?" John turned for the door as Sherlock turned to look shockingly at him, "I didn't expect you to actually say yes," He said, half sitting up. "Well, I love you, and you're going through a rough time," John said, walking up to Sherlock, kissing him on his head, and leaving, promising his return would be quick.

John got back to the flat to find the both of them asleep on the couch. John smiled as he placed the bag on the ground and knelt down next to Sherlock and Rosie. This woke Sherlock into a grumpy stir. "What are you doing back so late?" He asked. "I had a row with the machines," John said, looking down half ashamed. Sherlock slowly nodded. "Come on, let's get you into bed," John said sweetly as he carefully pried Rosie from Sherlock's chest and placed her silently In her crib. He then helped Sherlock up from the couch. Sherlock let his hand linger in John's. "Lay down with me?" Sherlock asked. John nodded and they went to Sherlock's bedroom. Sherlock flopped onto the bed, John followed the quieter route. They both got under the covers and John rolled over to cuddle Sherlock in a hug. That's how John fell asleep, with Sherlock holding him. Until...