bradspyjamas | Fic: Little things - Chapter 53 of 62

Title: Little things
Author:

bradspyjamas
Beta: The incomparable

kizzia
Rating: PG13 - mpreg with mentions of sex but nothing graphic (although Chapter 24 is pushing the boundaries!)
Status: WIP - all chapters written but later ones being edited.
Tags: Johnlock, Post-Reichenbach, Mpreg, Omegaverse (my own version), angst, fluff, established relationship.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss - no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: John held himself together after Sherlock jumped but the emotional strain was enormous and Sherlock didn't fare much better. When Sherlock finally returned they were both just so glad to reaffirm their bond they didn't really think about the future, or if they did they simply assumed their lives would carry on as they always had.

Needless to say they soon discover that their prolonged separation has had a very specific effect on John; the results of which mean nothing will ever be the same again. Told entirely in 221B’s this story charts all the little things Sherlock and John experience as their lives change forever.

The B’s so far are Blood, Breathe, Bag, Beta, Bucket, Brother, Brilliant, Bet, Best, Bother, Bang, Bleak, Beginning, Baby, Born, Biscuit, Beneath, Bump, Basement, Beetroot, Blimp, Blur, Benedict, Beg, Break, Butterfly, Boy, Brooding, Bemused, Blue, Broken, Bourbon, Before, Breeches, Bedroom, Bewildered, Bassinet, Bee, Bach, Black, Blinked, Blame, Blind, Brain, Better, Blaze, Back, Birth, Been, Blooming, Betty, Bored & Bone.

Author's Note: This isn't standard Omegaverse because, as I'm not comfortable writing dub/non-con scenes, I decided to create
my own version. If you want to know more about it, I've done an explanatory post here.

Chapter 53 - Bone

John stares at the red and white flecked blur, pulse loud in his ears as he tries to make sense of the image.

‘John?’ Greg’s on his feet in an instant, ‘Is something wrong?’

‘I don’t think so,’ John says slowly, tilting his head in a vain attempt to clarify exactly what he’s looking at, ‘but I expect Mycroft will be along in a second to explain things.’

‘Mycroft?’

‘Yes,’ John says as he hears the front door go, palming his Browning from the side of the chair anyway, ‘I hope so.’

‘John?’ Mycroft calls as he pushes the door open, ‘Ah and Gregory. Yes ... I believe my brother has been in contact?’

‘This,’ John hands Mycroft his phone while lowering the gun, ‘is definitely from Sherlock then?’

Mycroft looks unsettled by the picture and John shuffles himself out of the chair, ‘What’s happened?’

‘Be calm, John,’ Mycroft’s placid mask is back in place instantly, ‘and sit down ... I’m merely surprised he would send that on an unsecured connection.’

‘I don’t think you need worry, if I can’t identify it I doubt anyone else can.’

Mycroft looks at the photo again and gives a sliver of a smile, ‘Well it was Colin Moran, son of Sebastian and doting cousin to dear Jim. Now though, it’s just so much blood and bone.’

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