Like Father, Like Son
Title: Like Father, Like Son
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
Word Count: 2,167
Request: @imboredsueme - Reader and Sherlock have a really bad argument and break up, she realizes she was pregnant with his kid. Years later her curious son tracks down the detective.
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“William?” You bellowed from the kitchen. Your son hadn’t come down for dinner yet and you were beginning to worry.
“William your food’s gonna get cold, love-” You marched through the hall and opened his bedroom door, losing your voice when you saw his window open and his sheets tied to the drain pipe outside.
“William!” You shrieked and ran to the window, sticking your head out. You looked at the drop from the second floor, it wasn’t much but you still worried for your small child.
Pulling your head back inside, you yanked the window closed and began searching for a sign of where he’d gone. You turned and noticed your phone lying on his dresser. That wasn’t where you left it, your eyebrows scrunched together and you read the screen it was left on. A Google search - Sherlock Holmes- leading to his website with his address: The Science of Deduction.
You cursed yourself for ever telling William his name. You could barely keep up with him, he was always 12 steps ahead of you, and he was only 6! Sighing, you looked out the window once more, knowing where he must have gone.
You grabbed your phone and keys, running out of your flat. His name floated around your head. Memories that you had tried to forget stringing back together in your mind.
“How many more times is this going to happen, Sherlock?” You yelled, you’d been stood up one time too many and you were sick of it. Sitting there, promising the waiter he would come, only to be left sitting there an hour later. All eyes on you as you left some cash at the table and finally gave up.
“It’s never seemed to bother you before.” He argued.
“Oh I promise you it has. You’re just never around to notice it.” You yelled back.
“Well I’m sorry if my job is a little more important than you.” He growled. Your stomach dropped. You knew he felt that way, but hearing him say it out loud made it feel real, and it killed you.
“I see…” You said quietly, shaking your head and turning towards the door.
“Y/N, I didn’t mean-” he began, realizing what he said.
“Yes you did, Sherlock, that’s the problem. You did mean it. I’ve never been enough for you, I’ve never been more important than your cases. I can barely hold your attention for more than a few minutes. Sorry I wasn’t clever enough or fascinating enough for you.” you yelled, grabbing some of your stuff and shoving it into your bag.
“What are you doing?” He asked, seriously.
“What does it look like genius?” You shot back.
“You’re leaving.” He spoke, as if it was a question.
“Not that you’ll notice.” You responded, truthfully.
“Don’t go.” He pleaded, but he didn’t sound very convincing.
“Make me. Sherlock, tell me I mean more to you than a case does. That you’d rather spend time with me then be out solving some crime. Tell me that, honestly, and I’ll stay.” You pleaded. If he couldn’t tell you that, then your relationship wasn’t going where you thought it was.
You waited for an answer. His mouth moved as if he was about to speak, but stopped and he looked to the floor, he stayed silent for far too long.
“Goodbye Sherlock.” you scoffed, closing the door, ending that chapter of your life.
Your feet hit the dirty pavement, running, praying. You knew Baker Street was only about a mile away, but you prayed that’s where he was. That he’d be okay, that if he was anywhere it was there. Because if he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have a clue where to find him. Even if he is there, you weren’t ready to face this. To be drawn back to him: Sherlock Holmes.
Ever since William was born he had been causing you trouble. He wasn’t a bad kid, he was just so much smarter than you and so curious. It scared you how much he reminded you of Sherlock. Jesus, he even looked exactly like him. A miniature little Sherlock running around wreaking havoc on your life. But you loved the havoc, and you loved your son.
You remembered the day you found out you were pregnant with William.
“Mate, I’m going to the store do you need anything? Tampons? Food? Breakup ice cream?” Sharon, or Shazza as everyone called her, asked you on her way out of your shared flat.
“No thanks, I’ll be fine.” you laughed, but stopped when your roommate closed the door. You hadn’t needed those in a while… you counted on your finger how many months it’s been since you last period. Jesus.
You called your roommate a couple minutes later after frantically flipping through your calendar to make sure the dates lined up. You were trapping your foot anxiously, hoping she could discreetly pick up a pregancy test for you.
“Shazza, could you do me a favor?” You asked hurriedly when she picked up the phone.
“Finally gonna let me set you up with that guy from my spin class?” You could feel her smirk through the phone.
“No, listen while you’re out I need you to pick up something for me.” You spoke slowly.
“Sure love, what?” She asked, casually.
“A pregnancy test.” You whispered into the phone. No one was around but you felt embarrassed.
“Are you serious?” She yelled back.
“I thought you were on the pill!” She exclaimed, just as shocked as you were. You could only imagine the looks she was getting in the store right now.
“I am!” You retorted.
“I swear to God if that bastard knocked you up–” She began, but you stopped her mid-rant.
“Shazza! Please just get one…” You pleaded.
“Jesus ok, I’ll be home soon.” She said, hanging up the phone, leaving your mind to wander until she returned to confirm your suspicions.
You’ve always heard it said that waiting for a pregnancy test result was “ the longest five minutes of your life”. You thought that was an exaggeration but jesus were they right.
“What does it say?” Shazza asked after the timer went off.
“I don’t know, I can’t look. You do it.” You closed your eyes, scared.
“Oh my god,” Was her only reply.
“‘Oh my god’ what?” Your eyes flew open, scanning her face.
“You’re pregnant!” She jumped, a genuine smile on her face.
“I’m pregnant…” You couldn’t help but be happy, you’ve always wanted a child. Although you pictured it happening differently.
“Are you gonna tell him?” She asked, addressing the elephant in the room.
“No.” You answered simply.
“No! Why not?” She yelled.
“Because! Because he hates kids, he’d never have time for a family. Frankly the best thing will be for him not to know, I can take care of this child on my own, thank you very much.” You said proudly.
“Damn you’re stubborn,” she smiled and shook her head,”but I’ll be here, I’ll help you in whatever you need.”
“Thanks Shazza.” You hugged her.
That was how William was brought into your life, a surprise at every turn since. All you wanted to do was protect him, and you feared in protected him you only caused him more pain.
You had managed, raising a child on your own, but you feared he needed some fatherly contact that you just couldn’t provide.
You were half way to Baker Street when it started to pour. You tried to catch a cab but none of them would stop. You were splashed by a passing car and groaned.
You should have known this would happen, that he would search him out. It was just last week that the questions you normally avoided were given answers.
“Mommy…I know you don’t like talking about it, but I have this family tree project for school and I…well my tree is half empty.” William held his drawing up to you. You were struck with a pang of guilt.
“You don’t have to tell me now, only a name, I’ll understand.” He said, he always knew how to outsmart you.
“Oh, baby, come here.” You patted the bed next to you and he jumped up. He positioned his paper and pencil and looked up to you, ready to write it down.
“Sherlock.” You said quietly, it tasted strange in your mouth, foreign almost.
“And his parents?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you. He really had you wrapped around his finger.
“Uh.. Wanda and Tim.” You took a moment, hardly being able to remember. You’d only actually met them once, and they didn’t even know you and Sherlock were dating at the time. That must have been… almost 8 years ago now.
“And did he have any brothers or sisters?” He asked. Thinking back on this you wondered if his ‘family tree project’ was even real, or just a ruse designed to get you to give up the name of his father.
“A brother, Mycroft.” You watched as he filled in the enlarged leaves on the tree and jumped off your bed.
“Is that it?” You asked, surprised at his sudden absence.
“Yes, thanks mummy!” He rushed away excitedly, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion but let it go and got back to your work.
You were now standing in front of 221B Baker Street, soaked to the bone, frantically knocking on the door.
“Y/N?” Sherlock answered the door, surprised to see you.
“Is he here?” You asked hurriedly.
“You’re soaking wet.” He said, pulling you inside.
“Is he here!” You asked again.
“Upstairs” He nodded. You ran past him, taking the stairs two by two, thanking God you weren’t wearing heels.
“William!” You yelled, Sherlock was rushing behind you. You stepped into a familiar living room that hadn’t changed a bit only to see your son sitting by the fire sipping tea. Wearing his favorite shirt,little tie and coat.
“Jesus I was so worried.” You knelt in front of his chair and hugged him, inspecting him, making sure he was okay.
“I knew you would be, but I had to know, I’m sorry mummy.” He looked guilty. You kissed his forehead, knowing this time would come some day.
“Y/N…” Sherlock said from the doorway, you stood and whipped around caught off guard, forgetting he was there.
“Can we speak for a moment” He motioned out to the hall. You nodded, wrapping your arms around you to create some warmth and comfort. You were still soaking wet. Your hair dripping slightly onto the wood floors.
“Is he mine?” He asked, wasting no time at all. You looked up to him and nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
“Why would I. We had just broken up, I wanted nothing to do with you then.” You answered honestly.
“And now?” He asked, hopefully.
“Now?” You asked.
“Now I’d like to be able to spend some time with my son. He’s almost too smart for his own good. I mean jesus he looks just like me, I want to make sure he doesn’t turn out like I did.” Sherlock looked to the floor.
“What are you saying?” You reached out and took his hand, you could tell he was struggling to find his words and you tried to comfort him.
“I’m saying I’d like to help, in any way you’ll let me. I’d like to be there for him. I’m sorry, for the way things ended, the way I treated you, never being there. I’d like to be there now. Please.” He spoke with so much sincerity that you would argue this wasn’t the same Sherlock you left 6 years ago. Something had changed, he’d changed, seemingly for the better.
“Alright, but only because he needs his father. I’ll need time, Sherlock, to adjust to this.” You whispered, realizing how close the two of you were standing.
“I know. Thank you” He kissed your forehead, and headed back inside the living room, only to see William looking through old case files on his desk.
“What’s this?” William asked curiously, raising a photograph in the air.
“A beheaded nun.” Sherlock said, casually glancing at it.
“Jesus” You rushed over to the desk and pulled the picture out of his hands.
“Cool.” William said, now curious, wanting more of Sherlock’s crazy life.
“Most certainly not cool.” You said. They both looked up to you and rolled their eyes. Like father, like son.
You couldn’t help but smile at how similar they were, and how your life had seemed to fall back into place. Your son gained the father he’d secretly needed, and you gained back the man who was once the love of your life.
It would be hard: going back to some sense of normalcy, forgiving sherlock completely, but watching your son look upon him with admiration and love was going to make the process so much easier.
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