Glass: Reader Requests

Additions • Two

They arrived at the hospital in a fluster of chaos and panic. Margaux was struggling to walk, holding onto Sherlock as he carried Flora on his hip. They stepped through the main doors of the maternity department, the waiting room full, the walls plastered with brightly-coloured posters.

"I need to sit down," said Margaux. "Go and tell them I'm in labour."

"Isn't that obvious?"

She didn't reply, instead glaring up at him like she wanted to hurt him.

"Okay, alright just wait here," he said.

She lowered herself carefully into a seat, trying to breath through another contraction when her phone began to ring. She ignored it until it stopped. But moments later, it began to ring again.

She pulled it out of her pocket with a huff. "Hello?"

"Hi, Mrs Holmes, this is Miss Carter from the school. I'm just calling because no one's been to pick Vaughan up..."

She looked up at the clock on the wall, then across to Sherlock as he spoke with the receptionist.

"I'm sorry," she said. "My husband was supposed to send someone to collect him."

"Oh right. Are you able to come and get him now?"

Another contraction began to build. "No," she said bluntly, closing her eyes in pain. "I'm slightly preoccupied at the moment."

"Erm, well... what do you suggest we do-"

"I'll get someone to pick him up, just tell him not to worry."

"Oh he's not worried. He's actually taken it upon himself to reorganise the filing cabinet in my office..."

"Of course he has."

Sherlock walked over to her. He tried his best to smile reassuringly, but it came out more like a grimace. She put her phone away and looked up at him. His face dropped.

"Vaughan..." he said.

"Yeah, Vaughan."

"Oops."

She rolled her eyes before letting out a yelp. It was getting worse - the pain climbing up her back and wrapping around her thighs.

"Just... call... John," she struggled.

Suddenly, the doors opened and John rushed through, his eyes scanning the room before falling on them.

"Already did," Sherlock replied as he watched his friend hurry towards them.

"I'm here, I'm here," he said, before taking Flora in his arms and throwing her bag over his shoulder.

"John, change of plans," said Sherlock. "Turns out I momentarily forgot I had a son. You'll need to go and pick him up from school on your way back."

John's brows came together in confusion. But after a moment, he remembered he was talking to Sherlock. So instead he just nodded before turning to Margaux.