Mary and the Baby

                                    

                                          
Sherlock sat stunned for a moment, unsure of what to even say.
                          
He had never seen John looked as scared as he did at that moment.
                          
"What, what do you mean? What happened?" Sherlock finally stuttered out, not sure as to what he should do.
                          
"I-I'm not sure. I just got a call. Mary is in the hospital, something about the baby... It's a bit of a blur. I am not sure." John was pacing back and forth, his breath was coming and going in quick bursts as his head span, and his body threated to give out and collapse.
                          
"Go" Sherlock said, fear straining his voice. "I will be fine."
                          
"I don't know if I can. What if..." His voice cut out as his mind turned for the worst.
                          
"Don't think that way, don't go there." Sherlock said, jumping to his feet and grabbing John's shoulders.
                          
"Come with me, please. I can't do this alone." John broke down, crying into Sherlock's chest.
                          
Sherlock stood fast, a cold fear eating at him. "I can't." He choked out, almost crying again. "I can't see Mary, it is wrong. I don't belong there."
                          
"Please" John whimpered through the tears. "I need you."
                          
Sherlock felt sick, but he held John close, petting his hair. "Okay" Sherlock said uneasily. He knew he was going to regret doing this, but he would do anything for John. Especially if he says that he needs you. Pathetic...
                          
John held on for a few more moments, drying his tears on Sherlock's scarf. He looked up at Sherlock and saw fear. He knew that he must look awful if Sherlock looked scared. He grabbed Sherlock's hand, composing himself.
                          
"Let's go." John said, having finally regained control of his emotions. Sherlock nodded, holding on to his hand tightly until they stepped out on to the street. Before they could get a cab, Lestrade pulled up in front of the house.
                          
"I heard what happened, get it." He said, throwing open the door for them. Sherlock and John clambered in, barely having closed the door before Lestrade was taking off at top speed.
                          
Lestrade noticed Sherlock sitting next to John, clutching his hand for dear life.
                          
"Really?" He said, voice bordering on furious. "Your wife is in the hospital because something has gone wrong with your child and you bring your boyfriend? Worse than that, you are still holding his blasted hand."
                          
John could feel Sherlock tense, his body grew ridged, and his hold on John's hand became painful. He looked at Sherlock's face. His eyes were glowing with anger, and his whole face was completely stiff. He could see a slight twitch in Sherlock's left eye as he strained to the best of his ability to not open his mouth. John himself was feeling furious, but his fear and confusion was enough of a distraction for him to keep his cool.
                          
"You don't understand, he is my best friend and I need him there." John said, taking a deep breath, trying to manage his anger.
                          
Lestrade huffed. "He was your best friend until you shagged him. Now he is just a dirty secret you keep from Mary."
                          
Sherlock started to say something, but John looked at him pleadingly. "Please don't" John whispered, leaning against Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock looked at him with a stare that screamed 'I'm going to kill him for talking to you like that.'
                          
"Just let me handle it, okay? I don't need you getting arrested for killing a detective of Scotland Yard." John said, trying to sooth Sherlock by talking calmly. Sherlock said nothing, nuzzling into John's neck.
                          
"He is still my best friend, and he always will be. Regardless of whatever happens between us-" John ran his thumb over the top of Sherlock's hand gently, shooting him a smile that expressed nothing but love. "I will always need him to be by my side. You have no right to judge us."