Meet the Parents (and try not to run)
Title: Meet the Parents (and try not to run)
Warnings: Temporary character Death
Characters: John, Sherlock, Mycroft, Spencer Reid
Type: Gen, Family
Rating: G
Summery: Sherlock and John and the son they didn't know they had
Full prompt
It was fast money, and that’s the only reason they got involved; some government project that paid in cash for a cupful of sperm and a signature. John needed the money to pay his fees; Sherlock needed the money for his next hit (he’d had to use a fake ID though - he was only sixteen). They never met, and they never thought about it again.
Mycroft was one of the few people who knew what, precisely, the experiment had been about. And by the time John and Sherlock were both inhabiting 221B, Mycroft was the only one who had all the details. Including one particular name.
It was not very long after Sherlock came back from the dead that Mycroft brought the topic up. Neither John nor Sherlock were in any right state - while John had worked admirably well on his PTSD and generally healed from his grief, he’d still been to war, and, without Sherlock’s distraction, had stagnated.
Sherlock was a mess. Three years of running after criminals and ignoring his own health had left him suffering malnutrition, sever trauma and stress. Among other things.
And so, having taken into consideration the condition of his brother and self-same brother’s closest friend, Mycroft decided to call on some assistance.
“I’ve asked your son to come and stay with you.”
There was a long moment of silence.
“Mycroft…neither of us have children”
“As a matter of fact, John, you do”
His name was Spencer Reid.
Spencer was due to arrive on Wednesday, and John had the task of forcing Sherlock to go to the airport with him.
*
Spencer himself was terrified. He’d told Gideon (and only him, because, well, he really didn’t know the team yet) just about everything that Mycroft Holmes had said, and asked, almost in desperation, what he should do.
Gideon had told him to do what was best for him. Which was why he had a month’s leave and was on a plane headed for London, where he was going to meet the men that were his fathers.
God that sounded weird.
*
When John first saw Spencer, his first thought was that someone had de-aged Sherlock.
“He has your hair”
Sherlock flicked his eyes up from the screen of his phone and scrutinized Spencer head to foot,
“Perhaps, yes. But it is undeniable that his fashion sense is all yours.”
“There is nothing wrong with the way I dress.”
“I was talking about your preference for knitwear.”
“Jumpers do not a son make, Sherlock. Now put your phone away and meet your child.”
“He’s yours too John.”
John smiled, “Ours then. Let’s go and meet our son.”
*
Three and a half weeks later, Spencer was once again at work, and, just before he made it to his desk on the first day back, Gideon pulled him aside.
“How’d it go?”
Spencer stood tall and confident, cocked his head, gave Gideon a sweeping glance that seemed to say ‘I know everything about you’ and then grinned like a kid at Christmas.
“They’re mad, Gideon. They’re both completely, utterly, mad.”
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Time Line - let us pretend that series one of CM will air in 2017…
Cumberbatch and Freeman are currently about 35 and 40 respectively; ergo, so are Sherlock and John.
If, at the time of the ‘experiment’ Sherlock was 16, then John would have been 21.
This fic is set post-Reichenbach, so add three years onto Sherlock and John’s current ages: 38 and 43.
Take the age they were at the time of the experiment from their age after the three year hiatus: 22
Then take off about a year for the IVF and human gestation period: 21
This is Spencer’s age at the time of the fic, and puts us just about the time he joins the BAU.
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