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The Doctor couldn't contain the smirk that was spread across his features as he read the message that was slowly etching itself on his psychic paper in feminine handwriting.
How had she managed to send him a message, he had no idea, but he was glad that she did. Locating her shouldn't be too complicated, he thought with a smile as he sent the TARDIS flying through the Vortex.
Three months had passed. Sherlock had moved in with The Woman, and domestic bliss seemed to suit him. He was anxious to find out the sex of the baby. John had come round, and even found a steady girlfriend. Sherlock laid back in bed. He had always been an early riser. He rolled over and watched his woman sleep. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands settling on her baby bump. He kissed the back of her neck.
She roused, and he smiled against her skin.
"Morning, love."
Sigh No More (Sherlock and Irene AU)
It had been two weeks since his and Irene's tryst and life changing decisions. they had decided, in the end, to try for a child. He paced in the hallway nervously. Irene would be out in a few minutes, and she would tell him if he was going to be a father.
He sighed and stopped, leaning against the wall. He was nervous. He wanted this, as he had been reassuring Irene for the last two weeks. He took a deep breath and waited for her.
Sherlock knew this was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But he needed to know. He knew that Isabella had gone to see her, and he knew that he would be able to find The Woman alone. He sighed and knocked on the door. He didn't like seeing her pregnant. He didn't like seeing her married to his brother, full stop. But she had made her choice.
He needed to see her. He needed to make sure that his wayward sister didn't stir the pot too much, to make sure that Irene was alright. It was insane. It was Mycroft's job to take care of his wife. He sighed and knocked on the door.
Between Two Lungs (Mycroft/Irene)
Mycroft was furious. His sister had shown up. Irene was also furious - with him. It was not going to be fun going home, but needs must. He sighed. He would have to tell his wife more of his family history, and that he was not looking forward to. He did not want to upset her in her pregnancy either.
He reached the house, and heaved a long sigh. He was mentally preparing himself for battle, and when he battled with his wife, he usually lost. He found her in her private study. He went behind her and kissed her temple, careful not to touch her belly for fear he would lose himself.
"Hello, my love."
First Encounter (Irene)
Isabella was back in London, finally. Glasgow was hell for her, and she needed to get back in the swing of things. Fortunatley, her trust fund was now in her name, and she had all the money she needed at her disposal. But she was never one to lay about, so she needed a job. And what better connection that her darling eldest brother?
She walked up to his vast (and frankly, vulgar) town home, and knocked. He was probably on some super secret mission in some backwater country, but it was still worth a try. She knocked on the door, and snubbed out her cigarette. Mycroft hated her smoking, and usually, she would in front of him just to spite him, but this is the first time she'd be seeing him in seven years, so, she thought, she might as well behave...for a minute.
She stood and tapped her foot, waiting for someone to open the door.
A knock at the door
Despite knowing the target's name finding Irene Adler's place of residence hadn't been the easiest of things to do. Instead of being a deterrent it made the hunt more fun for the blue uniformed male. After much searching for the wanted location along with a little investigation into Irene's personality the decision had been made and plan was put into action.
Ignoring the slight chill in the air 'N' declined the idea of wearing a coat or jacket so the store bought courier costume remained clear in view. Finding the clothes had been easy, but the hat had been slightly harder. He did not wish for his identity to be too instantly obvious to her so had instead had sought out a long beaked cap and ironed a slightly cliché logo onto it. This cap was now pulled low over his face to allow it to easily shadow the top of his face.
Moving the electronic signing pad in his arms to a more comfortable position he looked down to the adolescent German Pinscher whose leash was wrapped around his right hand. "You ready to meet your new lovely lady?" he asked the dog without receiving a reply. Having the dog sit at his command he returned his attention to the door in front of him and with a slight smirk on his lips knocked on the door.
Broken Crowns (Jim/Irene)
It had been weeks. Mycroft could have kicked himself. He had not protected his wife well enough, and now she was in the hands of a madman. His wife and his child. He finally got a good lead, and tried to keep his cool as he sped to the place his wife was supposedly being held.
He had taken two men as back up, he needed not risk anymore. He got to the warehouse, and took a deep breath before shooting through the lock. He was taking no chances this time. He motioned for his men to cover him, and he went in. He saw two armed guards, and shot them in succession. Now the real fun would begin.
He ran down the corridor, leaving his men to take care of anyone else. He finally got to a door that looked official, and opened it. Jim Moriarty was sitting at his desk, holding an infant....Mycroft's second child. It took all of Mycroft's reserve not to shoot the man in the head right then and there.
"Where is my wife?" He all but growled.
