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Sherlock and John and Rosie (and Mrs. Hudson too)	By : GizmoTrinket Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 4625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I finally make use of the prompt: Encounters with Santa and other things that may be better in theory. Prompt 21: Encounters with Santa and other things that may be better in theory.
Warnings: Public sex.
Chapter 9: Epilogue
----Sherlock's POV----
John had a case. John had taken a case without him! Sherlock was appalled. Sure, he hadn't agreed to take on any cases and hadn't left the flat in ages but still!
Sherlock thundered around the flat furious that John was hiding something from him. He kept going out with Lestrade too. They weren't having an affair or anything so pedestrian. No they were working. It was a juicy case and they hadn't said one word to him. They'd been doing this for ages too.
"Obvious!" Sherlock snarled one night. The reason they hadn't brought him in was because it was either about Mycroft or at Mycroft's request.
It was stupid to think people so close to him could do anything without Mycroft being aware.
Sherlock's chest hurt and he curled up on his chair with Rosie in his arms. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he could before John left and took his child with him. Not wanting to be left out Gladstone rested his head on Sherlock's knee. A little bit of juggling later and Sherlock could scratch behind the dog's ears as he held Rosamund. He wondered if they would take the dog too.
Maybe, if he was lucky, they'd send him on the short mission that was previously scrapped once everyone was gone.
----John's POV----
John came home and found Sherlock asleep in his chair. He had Rosie snuggled against his chest and Gladstone was half stretched down the lanky leg but half curled up by Sherlock's hip. It was adorable and John couldn't help but snap a picture.
Looking down at the scene again some of the warmth drained from John's chest. Sherlock looked paler than he should. There were dark circles under his eyes and he held onto Rosie like someone was going to take her from him. The dog even looked like he was trying to provide comfort.
John knew the depression was getting worse, anyone with eyes could see it. And John knew he couldn't keep his lover away from his brother forever. The two needed each other. Aditi said her boss was eating too much and working too long. The stress Mycroft normally kept well hidden was now obvious to anyone. The other PAs and employees were starting to gossip and some members of the council were shooting him worried looks. If this kept up he'd lose his job.
The blond had agreed with the others that they should keep both siblings in the dark until they could find enough proof to confront them. But now John was thinking that was stupid. Sherlock was irrationally jealous and possessive at the best of times and was also very insecure. The consulting detective was also very, very observant.
John wasn't sure he'd ever know what was going through Sherlock's head. He frequently guessed and more often than not he was wrong. (Easy to do when your partner was wondering things like what the safest ratio of the most concentrated easily purchasable bleach was to make "safe" chloroform for the average adult male.) This time the shorter man was sure he knew he was right.
"Sherlock?" John asked. He nudged on the arm that wasn't cradling his daughter.
The brunette winced at the stiffness in his neck.
"Hey." The doctor said softly.
For a split second Sherlock's eyes widened in fear and he pulled Rosie away from her father.
John didn't want to attempt to put Rosie in her cot or do anything that might panic the taller man. Not having a plan or any other ideas John just dived right in. "We can't figure it out. We need you."
The response was immediate. "I'm not working for my brother."
"What?" It took John a bit but he worked out why Sherlock was thinking that. "Oh, no. We're not working with him."
"You're working with his PA."
"Yes. Sherlock we've got a lot of things sorted but we can't figure out why Mary did this." The blond neglected to add, 'Or who actually called the hit on your brother.'
"Obviously. You lot are idiots."
"Most everyone is." John said warmly. He understood Sherlock now and this wasn't an insult.
The brunette handed Rosie over and shooed Gladstone. John watched as the other man sat up, stretching only a little and entered his mind palace.
"Oh!" The blond heard from the bedroom.
John entered the living room. "Figure it out?"
"Obviously! C'mon, John. We have to go talk to Janine!"
"Wait, wait!" John called after Sherlock who was halfway down the stairs. "Mrs. Hudson is gone! We need a babysitter!"
"Bring her with us!"
"Then I have to put out the fire." They'd taken to lighting the fire whenever they could. Gladstone liked to curl up in front of it and Rosie liked to watch it. Since Sherlock hadn't bothered to leave the flat in ages it hadn't been a problem.
Sherlock made an impatient sound.
"Shut it. And go take a shower. You can't go out in your pyjama bottoms and no shoes." The taller man huffed but John didn't give him the chance to argue. "Go. It'll take that long for me to find someone."
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Since Molly, Lestrade and Aditi all wanted to go visit Janine (and Sherlock wouldn't trust Mycroft) Rosamund was taken in by Mike. The good natured doctor pulled John aside and congratulated him on working everything out. He'd heard about John's wife and expressed condolences but John waved them aside. "It's different than when he died. I'm ok."
If Mike could see the sadness and guilt in the corners of John's eyes he didn't mention it.
----Sherlock's POV----
"Sherlock." Janine purred. She went up for a kiss and Sherlock turned so she hit his cheek. "It's good to see you."
The consulting detective could feel John seethe and knew Janine could too. Sherlock cut off her little game. "Yes, yes. I'm a monster for playing with your affections. Now, shall we?"
She laughed and invited them in.
"You see," Janine said when they were all settled. "once my brother died everyone wanted to fight for the top spot but Sherlock was picking anyone off who made too bold a move."
"And Anthea was in the most power what with being Mycroft's right hand and Mary in second with her position with John but neither could make a move without being noticed. Plus neither wanted to hurt John. Mary had somehow heard about my brother and his eggs and decided to drive a wedge between Mycroft and myself using them." Sherlock said.
Janine smiled. "She heard about them from an old file Anthea kept just in case she needed blackmail. But then John here decided to call it quits with her and she needed to kill you before John was out of her reach forever."
"But Anthea couldn't have Mary sink her claws into John again. So instead of Mary being able to hire someone to kill me Anthea used the fact that no one knew her feelings for John to force Mary to pull the trigger."
"Of course. And as they focused on each other I was free to make my move."
"Since Mycroft and I were sufficiently distracted."
Lestrade cleared his throat and Sherlock looked up. He was leaning in toward Janine and they were smiling as they played verbal tennis. John was positively green with envy.
"So who killed Sherrinford then?" Molly said in an attempt to ease some tension.
Janine explained. "According to Anthea it was a group of terrorists that no longer exists. Mycroft hunted them down to the last man. She learned some very interesting interrogation techniques from the unofficial journey."
"I thought your brother hated legwork?" John asked.
"Yes. Doesn't mean he isn't good at it." Aditi said. When everyone's heads turned to her she blushed. "He's been training me. I'm supposed to be his body guard."
"He's too fat to train anyone properly." Sherlock scoffed.
John kicked his shin.
"I'll need all your files." Sherlock demanded.
"Yes, dear." Janine said mockingly.
"Why are you telling us all this?" Molly was clearly uncomfortable in Janine's presence so she cut into Sherlock and John's conversation.
The head of Moriarty smiled. "Sherlock and Mycroft need each other. As long as we're both under big brother's protection we're safe. Besides, it's always good to be owed a favour."
They finished their tea and John was made to carry the files. The group hadn't been there very long but no one was eager to stay.
They had taken two cars and Aditi pulled Sherlock aside while everyone was getting settled. "I never said I was sorry."
"You didn't have to."
She scowled at him. "Just because you know I'm sorry doesn't mean it doesn't need to be said."
Sherlock wrinkled his nose. John said the same thing whenever he tried to convince Sherlock to apologize to Mrs. Hudson.
"Yeah, well. I didn't know that you were MI6-"
"I was only MI5 at the time. And I'm told that's kind of the point."
"Whatever. I had never met your brother either. I guess it was just difficult for me to understand-"
"You were jealous and you needed an excuse to vilify me."
"You're not an easy person to apologize to." Aditi said flatly.
Sherlock shrugged. "I wouldn't know."
"I hate you." She said semi-joking.
"Good. It'd be off-putting if you were nice."
They smiled at each other.
"C'mon! It's going to take all night to get home!" John called.
After they'd been on the road a bit John asked, "So, are you and Dono- Aditi friends now?"
The brunette frowned. "I don't know."
"Was she mean?" John asked from the passenger seat.
"No. She wanted to apologize."
"Did you let her?"
"Mostly."
John giggled.
They had the car to themselves now. Greg had ridden there with them but wanted to go with Molly on the way back. Lestrade clearly couldn't stand to be in the same room with the two of them after some of the conversations John and Greg drunkenly had. Plus, even though he knew it was ridiculous Sherlock couldn't help but be overly territorial. John was his.
"The only friend I've ever had is you. We aren't friends anymore, are we?" Sherlock asked, feeling really self conscious. He'd done research and every site on internet all agreed that if you were confused about your relationship you had to ask your partner to know for sure.
"Sherlock..." John's brow furrowed. "You know that Greg and Molly are your friends too, right?"
The brunette mulled that over. It didn't seem right.
"And Mike? And Mrs. Hudson? Although she's more like family."
Sherlock hadn't had any experiences with people he called friends that turned out good. Except John. But they weren't friends anymore. Right? Most people who called themselves Sherlock's friends were like Sebastian, using him and laughing at him behind his back. Not wanting to think about those people Sherlock asked what John was avoiding. "Are we not friends anymore?"
"We're still friends. Best friends. We're just more now." John seemed hesitant to label anything. "Why don't you think they're friends?"
Not wanting to admit his failings too much Sherlock shrugged and kept his eyes on the road. Without even a glance over he said, "There's no quantifiable measurement for friendship. You said we were colleagues when we met Seb and-"
"Oh, god." John looked defeated. "Sorry about that Sher. I was mad at you-"
The taller man didn't want to hear why John was mad at him then. It had taken quite a while but he figured it out eventually. The blond didn't understand the cheque was for him. Plus, he messed up enough as is. "Why do you insist on pet names?"
"I don't know. I've just always had pet names for my lovers."
"Is that what we are?" It didn't sound right.
"I don't know if there's a word for what we are, Locky."
"God, no! John!"
The car swerved and John reached over to steady it."Eyes on the road!" He shouted while chuckling.
John spent the rest of the drive back picking out the worst pet names he could think of until they were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes and had to pull to the side so they wouldn't crash.
----
Sherlock read the files and burned them so they couldn't be used against them. Sherlock informed his brother he was forgiven by sending a text (Aditi said you're getting fat. Stop eating cake. -SH). John had to field a call from a furious PA slash bodyguard afterwards.
When John filed the official paperwork for Sherlock to adopt Rosie he modified some paperwork to have Mycroft be Rosie's guardian if anything were to happen to them. Sherlock was aware and had signed off on it.
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Both John and Sherlock were getting older. As time passed sex became less frequent. That was normal. It was also normal for sex to become less explosive and more of a simmer as the relationship aged.
Neither Sherlock nor John had ever been something as pedestrian as normal.
----Mixed POV----
"Shhh!" John whispered. "We'll get caught!"
Sherlock muffled his moan against his coat clad arm.
The only lubrication they had was John's spit. They were stuffed into a wardrobe, Sherlock's trousers undone, his pants shoved under his prick. He was contorted uncomfortably but that didn't matter. John was on top of him, with his trousers around his knees, pants yanked down several inches and otherwise fully dressed. He had both their cocks in his hand and he rubbed them together. He tried to thrust to add extra friction but didn't have the room.
Sherlock tried to use his larger hands to help but John wouldn't let him. The brunette just had to lay there and take it. He bit his lip and tried to stay quiet.
Lestrade arrived but John didn't stop. He also didn't stop when the rest of the team arrived. They were well and truly trapped now.
"Close." John whispered into Sherlock's ear.
Not wanting to ruin another pair of trousers Sherlock yanked his scarf from his neck and used it to catch John's come.
The blond used the remains of his semen as lube as he pulled on Sherlock, determined to get him off. "Come Sherlock. Come for me."
"Nn!" Sherlock keened quietly as John moved his thumb over the brunette's slit.
"I've got all night. They'll search the place eventually." John tucked himself away one handed. He was unable to do his zip but he was covered. "Imagine them finding you, exposed, helpless and desperate. Me looming over you, still working my hand. I wouldn't stop until you came either."
"Nnn!" The trapped man whimpered.
"God you're gorgeous." John kissed his partner, nipping at his lip as he pulled away. "So brilliant."
Sherlock stiffened and spilled at the praise.
The shorter man cleaned his paramour up. "Your scarf is disgusting."
"This was your idea. You deal with it."
The wardrobe was kicked. "I swear to god! I should take you both into the station!" Lestrade hissed while keeping the door shut.
The consulting detective put himself away and John straightened himself out.
Greg yanked the door open and the couple fell onto the floor. "How can you do this to me?! How can you do this with a dead body in the room?! What the hell were you both thinking?!" Lestrade yelled quietly under his breath.
"There's a body?" Sherlock asked. "Where? There wasn't one earlier!" He went swanning off to see it.
"You know, I expect this from him. But you're supposed to-"
John blushed but defended his partner's honour. "It was me Greg."
"You're over forty!"
The blond shrugged.
"Not at my crime scenes anymore." After a moment the corner of Lestrade's mouth twitched up. "I thought you were finally out of the closet."
John glared at him. "When you do DNA testing you might want to steer them away from there, yeah?"
Greg buried his head in his hands. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"John! Come look at this!" Sherlock demanded.
"How did you guys not notice someone was getting murdered right in front of you?" Greg whispered before John could even step in the direction. "Especially Sherlock."
"I'm that good." John said with a wink.
"Obvious!" Sherlock said loudly, clearly having overheard their entire conversation.
----
Before Lestrade retired he walked in on the couple in his office ("Oh, you're early."), heard them twice in a NSY's janitor's closet and found them finishing up in a back alley to one of his crime scenes. Molly said she walked past a lab she was sure wasn't locked before they went in. Mike had to tell them off for breaking into a classroom and using it for a little bit of role-playing ("I didn't notice the new camera, John!").
In fact, the only places the two seemed to behave was when they thought Mycroft might see ("It's disgusting!") and at Sherlock's parent's house ("Mummy's as observant as we are and do you have any idea how traumatizing that is? It's an unspoken rule in the house that we all keep our pants on.").
Just because the cases were less dangerous now didn't make them any less exciting and if there wasn't enough adrenaline for John to be satisfied the two always found new ways to get his heart rate up.
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John was frequently exhausted. Toddlers had far too much energy. And John thought Rosie was more of a handful because Sherlock was her father. Her favourite toys were Billy the skull and Gladstone. She learned all the tricks the dog knew simply by watching. John often felt guilty for telling his daughter to "Sit!" whenever she was wandering somewhere dangerous.
They still took on cases but they were more careful about the ones they selected and about calling for backup. Lestrade still yelled at them for being reckless but it was mostly for show.
Harry proposed to Irene after convincing John she was happy. Irene sat the doctor down and explained the drinking was under control and they'd never have the problems that drove Clara away. John still worried about Irene's profession but Sherlock told him to stay out of it. Irene and Harry were adults and John should try to be nice to his only remaining blood family.
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Rosie's first word was "Sher!" While John stared in shock his daughter turned to him and said, "John." Then pointed to her other dad, "Sher!" Making it clear she wanted her biological father to take her over to her other father. (It was the only nickname Sherlock ever truly tolerated.)
This event led to an argument about how a child shouldn't call her parents by their given names. Sherlock argued that it would be impossible for him to call John anything other than John as he'd been saying it for nearly a decade. John said other people would think it was strange. The consulting detective had built up an immunity to that argument by now and countered with a question, "Fine, John. Who should be "Dad?" Or "Daddy?" Or should one of us be "Father?"" John winced at all the options and decided that if Rosie had a problem calling them by their given names she'd decide who should be called what.
Molly was called "Molls" since Rosie heard Lestrade call her that often. John had to retrain Rosamund from calling Greg "Graham." ("It's funny, John!") John didn't bother dissuading Rosie from calling Mycroft "Mykie" because it was hilarious to watch his sour face every time she said it. It helped that the couple had Mummy on their side. As John's parents were dead Rosie only had one set of grandparents to call Grandma and Grandpa. She managed "Grandmummy and Graddada" though. No one knew where those names came from.
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A little after Rosie turned three Sherlock was alone on a case and took a two by four to his skull. The case was supposed to be simple and the consulting detective wasn't doing anything dangerous. It was completely unexpected. John scooped up his daughter when he got the call and demanded to see Sherlock as soon as he arrived. He was stymied at the front desk. John went a little over the top in his demands. He wasn't technically family and Mycroft hadn't heard yet. The minor government official was in an important meeting in a different country. John was Sherlock's emergency contact but Lestrade wasn't there and the staff wouldn't tell John anything other than "He'll be ok." and taking some basic information until Sherlock spoke with the police. The blond doctor heard "domestic violence" muttered by one of the nurses and wanted to kill them. Rosamund understood she was being kept away from "Her Sherlock." and was devastated when it was clear her cries wouldn't be answered. Before John got them into too much trouble by punching someone Greg came. As soon as Sherlock woke up John demanded the brunette man marry him.
Sherlock found it rather romantic even though everyone else scolded John.
John and Sherlock's rings were designed by the same jeweller that did Rosie's pendant but were made out of gold. (John would remain unaware they all contained tracking devices until Sherlock called Rosie home from Uni to change hers out.) Mummy settled the argument about big wedding vs small by demanding they hold "something worthy and proper to their relationship and the love it contained." Greg and Mycroft were the best men. John had to take Mycroft because Sherlock refused to. Everyone was glad to compromise to avoid a scene. Rosie was the flower girl. Angelo catered.
For a wedding gift Mycroft fixed 221C into a real lab. Sherlock had previously make-shifted the space but there was still mould on the walls, poor light and inadequate ventilation. The body parts still took up shelves on the fridge in 221B too as there wasn't another down there. After Mycroft was done the space was nicer than the lab at Bart's. There were several machines that took up too much space to go downstairs but Molly had no problems letting Sherlock loose on them. The younger brother grumbled about the gift but so little it was clear he was thrilled with it. Mycroft continued to use the cane-sword instead of an umbrella and no one mentioned it.
When Sherlock announced Molly's pregnancy it came out that the couple had been married since before John proposed. Sherlock sulked for a week at not noticing. Molly pulled John aside and apologized but she really didn't want Sherlock planning another wedding. The brunette went over the top and they wanted something low-key. The both wore their rings on chains around their necks to keep them safe and not bloody. John understood this because he frequently had to have his cleaned whenever he had to dig though mud (or, more often, things more disgusting than mud) for evidence.
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Far too soon it was time for Rosie to go to school. There she learned about Santa and even though Sherlock was against it John took her to meet one. They both had theories: John figured she'd demand to know why Santa never visited her before and Sherlock said she'd see through the falsehood and demand to leave before even sitting on the man's lap. The results were a bit different: she told Santa what she wanted for Christmas and told him that her parents would had already gotten her gifts. She asked if he could get her a hive of bees to study because her fathers wouldn't. He said he didn't think he could do that and in revenge she exposed the faker to all the other children in line by pulling down his beard and ripping off his hat causing a panic. John had a picture to commemorate the event.
When they were home John explained how what she did was "a bit not good." And when the taller man of the couple thought the blond was out of earshot Sherlock explained how she should have used the fact that she knew he was a fake to blackmail him into getting the bees. Rosie gave him a flat look and asked, "If he can't even get a real job how could he afford an entire hive of bees?" Sherlock laughed and John had to explain everything wrong with that. He started by explaining that he and Sherlock didn't have "real jobs." It was Mrs. Hudson who managed to impart morals onto Rosie with stories of how her fathers were heroes whenever she baby sat for a case.
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Knowing she could talk to Mrs. Hudson about anything Rosie asked why she had light brown hair even though Sherlock had dark brown and John was blond. She'd noticed when all the other children were dropped off they looked like one parent or the other. Or were adopted. But she had Sherlock's lips and John's eyes. Even though Mrs. Hudson knew she was being evasive she answered, "All the Holmes, that was Sherlock's last name before he married John, have darker hair and all the Watsons are blond. When you mix the two you get something in between. I don't know all about it. You'll have to ask John or Molls. They know about biology." Knowing if she left it there Rosie would be teased later she added. "Sherlock's sibling is your other biological parent." Rosamund decided Mrs. Hudson's knowledge was lacking and resolved to ask Molly later. Molly had to figure out how to simplify genetics so the child could understand and did an admirable job.
Rosie came to the doctor for other questions later and Molly continued to shine.
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The first assignment Rosie brought home was something she couldn't figure out. "I have to draw my family." She said. "But the teacher wouldn't elaborate and I'm confused."
Curious John and Sherlock asked her who she thought was family. Sherlock thought she'd draw her biological father and herself. John thought she'd want to draw him, Sherlock and everyone in his family and herself.
Rosie thought about it for a second. "Well, there's you. Sherlock and John." She wrote down their names on a piece of paper. "Gladstone, he's my brother." She declared. "Mrs. Hudson." The brought the tip of the pencil up to her mouth as she thought. "Uncle Mykie, Grandmummy, Grandada, Greg, Molls and baby Carlie." Rosie had decided she was responsible for Molly and Greg's daughter's growth and development and John thought the two girls would probably end up just like Mycroft and Sherlock. Rosie pouted. "Probably Auntie Harry and Auntie Irene too, huh? Even though we don't see them much." She added their names to the list. "Do I count Aditi? She always sends a card at Christmas and sometimes she watches me while Uncle Mykie works." She added the PA and looked over her list before nodding. "That's everyone you say is safe."
"I think that's too many people to fit on your paper." Sherlock said for lack of anything else. He and John were both stunned at how big their family was.
"Maybe just everyone who lives here." The little girl agreed.
"And maybe not Gladstone." John added. He got enough strange looks from other parents without his daughter announcing a dog was her brother. Even if it was as normal as having an imaginary friend.
"Sherlock, John" Rosie wrote out carefully. "and Rosie." She smiled at her penmanship. No one else in her class could write properly yet. "Oh! And Mrs. Hudson too." She rolled her eyes at her near mistake. Then Rosamund made John fetch her crayons and drew three stick figure people and a yellow smiley face behind them.
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Decades later Sherlock held John's hand on the sofa during a movie. The couple had retired to a cottage out of London to keep themselves out of trouble.
"It's strange." The greying brunette commented.
"Hm?" John asked, looking away from the latest James Bond.
"I had this theory that if I told you I loved you you'd leave. Or you'd stay and try to change me. Or we'd retire and I'd grow bored after a day."
"That's multiple theories." John pointed out.
"The results are much different." Sherlock said, completely ignoring him.
"And?"
"I'm happy."
"I'm happy too, Sherlock."
"You don't understand, John. I'd never been happy before you."
The retired doctor knew better than to argue. He understood that Sherlock meant in a relationship. Or probably in general outside of early childhood. After a moment John realized he felt the same. "Me too, Sherlock. Me too."
A log popped in the fireplace and Sherlock cuddled closer. Most of the clutter from 221B had followed the couple to their new dwelling. Some of it stayed behind. Rosie inherited the violin when Sherlock got arthritis and her son had adopted Billy the skull as his favourite baby toy. Much to her husband's dismay Rosie refused to put up new wallpaper the old flat so the bullet holes and smiley face remains. But the chairs came to the cottage as did the bull with the headphones. The drawing Rosie did was dog eared, worn and faded with time but was framed and displayed proudly next to a new smiley face in yellow spray paint on their cottage wall.
The couple shared a tender kiss before Sherlock couldn't help himself and explained exactly everything wrong with the movie and ruining the ending.
End A/N: This story kinda got away from me but it is finished and I want to thank you all for going on this journey with me. Comments/kudos are appreciated as are offers to beta. Or comments to improve it. This is the first long story I've finished and I'm exhausted. Check out my other stories if you liked this. :) *Wanders off to work on something else.*
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