When Sherlock makes it home, he removes his scarf. He knows what he'll see before he enters the living room, but still he's pissed.
" What the bloody hell do you want?" he asks Mycroft Holmes.
Mycroft pulls a smirk as Sherlock sits himself down in the seat situated across from him. The smirk drops from his face. " Now, brother dear, I have known you to make some idiotic choices," he digs into his pocket and shoves a picture in Sherlock's hands, " but I think this must be the most stupid of them all."
The picture is grainy black and white, with a strangely shaped, white blob in the middle of it.
It's an ultrasound.
Sherlock rubs his mouth with his hand. " When is this from?" he questions. His hands shake.
Why?
He shoves the picture back into Mycroft's hands to confirm he doesn't care.
He doesn't.
He can't.
" Well, I thought you would've known. It is your child after all." Mycroft raises his eyebrows. Sherlock feels his blood boil. Mycroft knows his weak spots. He plays off of them.
Sherlock takes to pacing in front of the fire place. " I am not capable of being a father. Can you imagine how much the child's life would differ from another's? It wouldn't he fair. Although my decision may be slightly immoral, it is final."
" Are you scared?" Mycroft asks, looking amused.
" No." Sherlock snaps. " I am not scared. I am simply telling you what you already know."
He flops back into the chair.
Mycroft sighs in defeat and, as he stands up to leave, he slips out the ultrasound and leaves it on the table. The eldest Holmes brother leaves silently.
As soon as he is gone, Sherlock breathes a sigh of relief.
He catches sight of the object his brother left and snatches it up. He rubs his thumb over the smooth, in dented surface of the image.
No one ever knows that from now on, he keeps the picture folded inside his jacket pocket.
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