Authors: AnnLarimer and Rosencrantz
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC and ACD and not we, see?
Spoilers: "The Great Game" (technically) and (inexplicably) Torchwood: Children of Earth
Summary and/or Warnings: Jesus Christ, it's a babyfic - GET IN THE CAR. Also wrong-headedness, slurs against the Irish, general creepiness, and a roofie joke.
Rating: PG-13 for the odd swear
John and Sherlock Make a Baby (From Stuff they Find Around the Flat)
London has days like this: blue-lit, chilly, leafy, and lonesome. On days like this, a young consulting detective's fancy turns to -- please pardon my French -- reproduction. Usually, on days like this, he is content to disassemble a library photocopier and look at the bits, or feed interesting things into a shop's self-service photo printer to see what (if anything) comes out, or attempt to catch and clone a pigeon. Then he forgets the whole business the next morning. Because, bored.
Consulting detectives are like that. ( click for moreCollapse )