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Fairy Tales	By : Leloi Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or his friends or environs or the BBC show. I get no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-Fairy Tales
- 2-Part 2 & Epilogue
- 1
- 2
Notes: In case you're wondering... the whole sister idea comes from "Copper Beeches" and the personality I chose is actually based on another series with a very Holmesian female character who also studies bones.
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Part 1
“Where are we going?” John asked, trailing Sherlock with two bags of Chinese take out in his hands. When Sherlock pretended that he hadn’t heard, John rolled his eyes. “Fine, don’t bother telling me… not like I should know or anything…”
Sherlock crossed an intersection to a tall building. A homeless man sat on the front steps. Sherlock pulled one of the bags from John’s hand and rummaged around for a couple of containers and a fork. “Here you go.”
“Big M hasn’t been in for the past two days.” The homeless man took the offered food.
“They must be fighting again.” Sherlock smiled, glancing at John.
“I’m sorry… who’s Big M?” John replied, confused. Sherlock answered by waving vaguely at the bank of security cameras. John stared at them, perplexed at their concentration in the area. “Mycroft?”
“Indeed… Mycroft.” Sherlock turned his attention to the building’s security system, swiping a card from his wallet and raising what was left of the bag of food to the camera. The door buzzed and he went inside. “Come along.”
John followed. “WHERE are we, Sherlock?”
“This is Rapunzel’s tower.” Sherlock pressed his hand to a touch pad and the elevator door opened.
“Rapunzel? As in the fairytale Rapunzel?”
Sherlock grinned. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair to me!” Rather suddenly the elevator picked up speed to the very top of the building.
John held the railing in the elevator, feeling his stomach in his feet and wondering at their speed, but only for a moment because there came a loud ding and the doors opened.
Sherlock stepped out and headed down a hallway with John in tow. They came to another door and the detective leaned in to a side panel for a retinal scan.
“What exactly is in this tower?’ John watched the doors part for Sherlock.
“You’ll find out.” Sherlock replied and headed down another hallway, coming to yet another door. Buzzing the doorbell the door responded by opening.
John entered a warmly furnished room that looked like an apartment if an apartment had a lighted exam table in the center of it and a bank of computers. Laid out on the table was a skeleton.
“What do you want, Lock?” A woman’s voice asked from near the computers.
“Do I have to want something?” Sherlock asked, smiling in his quirky way.
“The only time you bring Chinese is when you need a favor.” The woman turned around in her chair. “Therefore this isn’t a social visit.” Smiling, she gave the same quirky smile back to Sherlock.
John stared. If Sherlock was a woman with somewhat softer features he would look like the woman. “This is your… sister?”
“Oh… he’s clever!” The woman beamed and got up from her chair. Crossing the room she stood before John, arms crossed over her chest, looked him up and down. “And he’s handsome, too. Croft never told me he was handsome. This is your friend, John Watson?”
“Yes. John, meet my sister, Millicent Holmes.”
Millicent held out a hand. “Millie is fine. Any friend of Lock’s is a friend of mine, especially if he’s as handsome as you.”
John blushed, shaking the younger woman’s hand, staring a moment at her light blue eyes and long, dark hair. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I didn’t know Sherlock had a sister.”
“I’m the big family secret. The hope of the family name rests in my ovaries.” Millie’s eyes flashed amusement to her brother and then back at John. “What do you want, Lock?”
John offered the bag of Chinese he carried and Sherlock did the same. Sherlock pulled the scrimshaw from his pocket and placed it on the lighted table. Millie set down the food on the table next to the scrimshaw and glanced at it.
“What do you want to know about it?” Millie asked, pulling containers out of the bags. Opening a container of fried rice she split a pair of chopsticks and began to eat.
“What sort of bone it is… who the artist was… anything you can tell me.” Sherlock replied.
“Mammoth, modern man, about 10,000 years ago. Recently it was used to cause blunt force trauma.”
“Impressive…” John breathed.
Millie smiled while she chewed and winked at him.
Sherlock frowned, not liking the attention his sister was getting. “I thought so… Come along, John.”
“Aw… so soon?” Millie asked, setting down the fried rice. “You just got here. And Croft has been awfully moody lately.”
“I just needed an expert bone person to look this over.” Sherlock replied.
“That’s me… resident Bone Lady.” Millie leaned against the table. “I want to know more about your friend.” Indicating the couch, she headed that way.
John glanced at Sherlock and then followed, sitting on the other side of the couch. Sherlock made a face and then resigned himself to his fate by following to a nearby chair.
“So… you two are flat mates?”
“Yes. I suppose Mycroft told you that.” John answered, smiling.
“Mycroft tells me a lot of things. At the moment he is banished from my tower. I can’t even THINK about motherhood right now, but you know him. ‘Tick tick tick, Millie, your biological clock is ticking’. I told him to go knock up his assistant and then kicked him out and changed his password on him.”
“That was a very rash thing to do. He’s your lifeline to the outside world.” Sherlock shook his head.
“I’ll change it back… just let him sweat it out for a while. I have power too! So you two aren’t sleeping together yet?” Millie raised an eyebrow.
The subject change threw John for a moment. “Uh… what?”
“You and Sherlock… are sleeping together?” Millie cast Sherlock a questioning look.
Sherlock sat there as if he wasn’t really listening. “I have other things on my mind, Millie.”
“Fine, then… you won’t be offended if I ask him to donate to our family cause.”
“Your what?” John asked.
That got Sherlock’s attention. “You can’t be serious! You just said you don’t want to even think of motherhood.”
“You want me to father a child?” John asked, blushing to a bright red.
“I’ll need a sample to put on ice for when I’m ready. I already have some eggs on ice. Everything will be very Petri dish and technical. I may even hire a surrogate.”
Color drained from John’s face. “Artificial insemination…?”
“That is assuming that your sperm is all very healthy, of course.”
“Of course…” John replied as if that was the most natural response. John looked at Sherlock for a moment, trying to make sense of what he had just been asked and to see if Sherlock had any opinion on the matter. After all the child would be the heir to the Holmes family line. Judging from Sherlock’s complete lack of emotion he had no opinion whatsoever.
“I suppose…” John acquiesced.
“Perfect! This won’t take a minute.” Millie smiled and reached down for John’s crotch.
John blocked her hands. “Hold on! You can’t mean right here, right now!”
“Why not?” Millie asked, cocking her head to the side. “Have you masturbated within the past 24 hours?”
John’s jaw dropped and he blinked at her. “No… I mean… We’re out in the open.”
Millie shook her head confused. “I don’t understand. You find me attractive. And Lock doesn’t care.”
John turned a lovely shade of red. “It’s not that… It’s…”
“Shy? You’re among friends. Please open your trousers.”
John bit his lips and obeyed, displaying his half erect member for the Holmes siblings to see.
“Hmm… Nice shape and size. Do you want help?” Millie asked.
John shook his head and gently touched himself. His erection stirred and he was well aware that two pairs of eyes were on him, one of which belonged to his flat mate.
“Lovely! You keep working on that and I’ll get a specimen cup.” Millie got up from the couch and went into another room.
John took the moment to open his eyes and glance at Sherlock. Sherlock’s eyes were on his face. When their eyes made contact the detective gave a small smile. John gasped, feeling himself harden fully. Shifting a bit he continued his touch on himself. Sherlock glanced down at John’s hand, his mouth opening a bit in awe and his pink tongue escaping to lick his upper lip. John pulled his hand away, gasping to control his racing heart. The small look had been way too erotic to see. Very shortly he was going to orgasm and he hoped Millie would return with the specimen cup soon.
“What’s wrong, John?” Sherlock asked innocently.
“You! You’re looking at me like that and god help me I think I’m about to ejaculate with you watching me.” John replied, his dick aching from the loss of contact.
“I did that? I made you hard?” Sherlock smiled at John with his quirky smile.
Just them Millie entered from a back room.
“Let’s not discuss it now.” John whispered and reached out for the cup Millie offered. With only a couple more strokes he released into the cup, pleased with the amount he was able to offer.
“I’m just going to take this to the lab to analyze it. I shouldn’t be too long. You two can stay here until I get back and I can give John his results.” Millie beamed and left them there.
“So… it seems I may be fathering one of your nieces or nephews.” John ran his hand through his hair after carefully returning himself to the safety of his trousers.
“How very noble of you.” Sherlock replied.
“Are you upset?” John asked quietly.
“Upset? Why should I be upset?”
“Maybe I’m not worthy to contribute to your family line… and it’s with your sister.”
“We decided long ago that Millie would be the one to pass on our family line.”
“And who will raise the child?”
Sherlock didn’t reply. His eyes were on John.
“If I’m the father I would hope… I mean…”
“They’ll never want for anything.”
“How about love?”
“Yes, well… Mycroft and Millicent are much better in that department than I can be.”
“So they’ll be alright?” John looked to Sherlock hopefully.
“Mycroft will spoil them rotten.” Sherlock replied. “Two doting uncles, a caring mother and a generous father… what more could the children ask for?” The smile returned and Sherlock got up from his chair to sit next to John. “I’m more interested in this… interest you have in me. Do I often make you orgasm when you look at me?”
“I think it was because you were watching so intently while I was… working. It’s never happened before.” But there had been times during a case when he found himself fully aroused as he chased Sherlock halfway across the city. “Besides you gave a very… naughty look. I couldn’t help myself.”
Sherlock frowned. “What did I do?”
“You licked your upper lip.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “So was it my lip or my tongue that set you off?”
“I don’t know… both, neither. You were looking at me rather intently when you did it, as if you were thinking of consuming me. Anyway… it doesn’t matter.” John sighed and leaned back on the couch. “What time is it anyway?”
“Around 3 am.” Sherlock replied.
“That activity always makes me sleepy.” John shut his eyes. “Will we go home after this? Or do we have to track down some murderer who uses mammoth bones to kill people?”
“You can sleep here for a few hours while I iron out some details with Millie.”
“I want a bed.”
Millie walked in, seeing both men on her couch and catching the last statement. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No.” John sat up and opened his eyes, stifling a yawn.
“Congratulations your sperm are very healthy.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” John yawned again.
“You’re tired? Did I hear correctly that you wished for a bed? You can borrow mine. I sleep during the day. That is… if my dear brother insists on a full analysis of his bone sample and plans to stay here until it’s done.”
“I was hoping for a full analysis.” Sherlock replied.
Millie rolled her eyes. “Fine. Make yourselves at home.”
John was shown into a room off to the side of the main room where a bed resided. Exhausted he took off his shirt and trousers to climb into the sheets.
Sherlock stayed for a time at his sister’s elbow, watching her use the microscope. “I appreciate your need for me to hurry but I really can’t work with you hovering. Why don’t you go take a nap with your doctor friend?” Millie asked.
“I can stay up.”
Millie stood up and stared at him. “You know… if you don’t want to sleep with him then I would be delighted to go in there and rock his world.”
Sherlock paled, if that was possible. “You wouldn’t.”
“You know I’m ovulating…” Millie grinned with much of that Holmes quirk.
Sherlock glared back at her, his annoyance raised.
“You know… he is quite the catch. If what Croft says is true… loyal, sweet, gentle… and yet fiercely protective… a girl could enjoy that. Croft could too… He’s offered more than once to buy the doctor’s loyalties from you. So the question is… is he yours or isn’t he?”
^.~
The door opened and closed and John was unsure who was there. It was too dark to see. “Hello?” He called out. No one answered.
There was a sound of clothing rustling and then someone joined him on the bed, lying atop him to efficiently pin him down. Lips sought out his, clumsily making contact with the side of his nose and his cheek before finding his lips and forcing his mouth open to take the tongue that invaded. Who had come to him in the bed? Was it Sherlock or Millie? Not knowing bothered him. “Wait…” He whispered when his lips were released. “Sherlock?” It was a guess… a shot in the dark. The lips left him and the body stayed atop him. Had he been wrong and offended the person who tried to kiss him? “Millie?”
Hands reached down and caught his unresisting wrists. Something was tied around them and then tied to the headboard so he could not reach out and touch the person with him. “Please… is it Sherlock?” John begged.
The blankets were stripped away and hands roughly pulled down his underwear. Fingers caressed him and something warm engulfed him completely. Whoever it was sucking on his cock and he could barely contain himself. But the uncertainty of his partner made it difficult to relax. John rested his head against an arm, trying to reason out who could be driving him to such pleasure. “I’m in love…” His voice was soft and plaintive. The mouth stopped working on him. “I know I shouldn’t be… but I can’t help myself. Please tell me who you are. I couldn’t bear breaking my love’s heart over something I can’t control.” Warm breath blew on his sex and he shivered at that. “But you probably don’t care… it’s just about your own personal gratification not about my heart.”
There was a grunt, soft, too soft to identify as either male or female. Fingers caressed John’s thighs, holding them tightly as the mouth resumed, swallowing him down deeply with each stroke. Helplessly John pushed up against the mouth, writhing against it as his body moved on its own. The orgasm was quick and the person sucking on him choked just a bit. The person pulled away and placed the sheet back over him. A hand lightly caressed his chest and then his hands were untied. Quickly the invader pulled away so John couldn’t catch them. The door opened and shut before he could see the shadow of the one who passed through.
^.~
Sherlock leaned on the lighted table, his shirt unbuttoned and his arms crossed over his chest.
“You should have stayed in there longer.” Millie did not look up from her microscope.
“He’s in love with someone.” Sherlock wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Hasn’t Croft already told you that John is in love with you?” Millie finally looked up.
Sherlock frowned a bit, unconvinced. “What does Mycroft know?”
“More than you do, apparently…” Millie returned to her work.
“What if it’s not me? I couldn’t bear it.”
“Ask him.”
“I couldn’t bear it.” Sherlock stated again.
“Go back to him. Stop sulking like an idiot. You’re driving me nuts!”
Only with some stalling Sherlock took her advice, returning to the bedroom and turning on the lamp on the side table.
John rolled over and looked at him in surprise. “Were you just in here?”
Sherlock thought about it. “No…” He stated carefully, watching John’s reaction.
John shut his eyes and lay back on the pillow, looking upset.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” John replied a bit quickly.
“You look upset.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just in here?”
Sherlock pushed him over and lay down beside him. “Why would you ask such a thing? Wouldn’t you know?”
“It was dark… I couldn’t see.”
“Surely you can tell the difference between a man and a woman…” Sherlock taunted.
John was silent a moment, thoughtful. “You know something.”
“Do I?”
“Someone came in here… I think it was you.” John stared at him.
“And why come to that conclusion?”
“Why is your shirt unbuttoned?”
“It’s warm.”
“Your jacket is on the floor.”
“Again… it’s warm.”
“Why did you choke on me?”
“Because you…” Sherlock stopped and bit his lips.
“It was you.”
Sherlock looked away, blushing slightly. He rolled onto his side, facing away from John. “I’m tired, John.”
“But why would you do that to me?” John asked, sitting up a little and leaning closer to Sherlock’s ear.
“It doesn’t matter… you enjoyed it.” Sherlock sat up to turn out the light, returning them to darkness.
“Sherlock… I’m in love.”
“I know…” Sherlock whispered, his heart turning uncomfortably in his chest.
“You knew and yet you still… did that?”
“John… I think you should know I’m not the unfeeling monster you think I am. I can feel just as you can I just don’t often act on those feelings.”
“And what was it you were feeling by tying me up and sucking me off? In the dark? While I begged for your identity?”
“You would have said no…” Sherlock whispered.
“Why?”
“Because you’re in love, you dolt! And it’s not with me!” Sherlock hastily got up from the bed. Stumbling around, he found his jacket and left the room. “I’m going now, Millie… John can stay here. He’s not mine!” Hastily he retreated out of the tower and out into the cold predawn hours. Arbitrarily he picked a direction and began to walk.
It had happened to quickly. One moment they were talking about what Sherlock had done and the next the great detective was gone. John felt strangely hollow and yet his heart ached. Tears threatened to fall… he had hurt Sherlock, somehow. Sherlock didn’t know. Getting up he put his clothes back on and left the bedroom. Millie sat alone at the microscope. “Where’s Sherlock?” The question was cautious.
“He’s in one of his moods.” Millie replied. Over her shoulder she gave John a withering look. “I think you should leave.”
“But why? Millie I don’t…”
“It’s Millicent to you now.” Millie responded. “You’re not welcome here anymore.”
“What did I do?” John asked quietly.
“Leave! Before I call security.” Millie stood and pointed at the door.
Confused, John left the tower. Standing on the front steps he noticed the video cameras watching him, focusing on him. Mycroft was watching. “What did I do?” John asked them. In answer a black car pulled up. Driven through town, he sat in silence wondering what Mycroft had in store for him.
The car pulled into an old warehouse and he got out of the car to face the eldest Holmes sibling. Mycroft stood with his ever present umbrella, looking only slightly tired from the early hour. “What have you to say for yourself?” Mycroft asked, pointing the umbrella at him.
John shook his head. “I don’t know what I did. But Sherlock blew up at me and left. He said that I wasn’t in love with him and he left.” John bowed his head.
“My brother is potentially the most dangerous man in the world… and you just broke his heart.”
“I don’t know how!” John replied. “I only told him that I was in love!”
Mycroft stared at John for a moment then stepped closer. “Who are you in love with, John Watson?”
“I thought he knew…” John replied, looking away and shaking his head. “I thought he would know better than I would since he’s so damn observant.”
“Sherlock is often blind in matters of the heart.” Mycroft replied, swishing his umbrella and lightly poking John in the sternum.
“Ow!” John rubbed his chest. “I don’t know what it is he wants to hear… If I love him he’s offended and calls it romantic drivel, if I deny I love him he’s offended and says I think of him as unfeeling. I don’t know what he wants!”
Mycroft stared. “You’re not telling me something… what happened before this outburst?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I can very easily destroy your life.”
“Someone did something sexual to me and I wanted to know who it was… I told them I was in love and didn’t want to hurt my love. They didn’t stop. I found out later who it was. They were upset that I was in love.”
“Sherlock did something sexual to you?” Mycroft was in awe.
“I think it was him… at least I hope it was him…” John couldn’t stop blushing. “It could have been someone else…”
“That’s not Millicent’s way of doing things…”
“So it really was Sherlock…”
“Sounds like the poor man is confused.” Mycroft shut his eyes and shook his head. “You must have some patience with him, John… he’s never been in love before.”
“He doesn’t love me…” John stated quietly.
“Don’t be stupid…” Mycroft replied with a dismissive wave. “You’re far more important to him than anyone else in the world.”
“I wish I could believe that…” John sniffled a bit. “Maybe he’s better off without me…”
Mycroft gave John a hard look. Aiming his umbrella a dart shot out and hit John in the arm. Quickly he caught the doctor before he fell.
--To be continued
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