Lestrade/Sherlock kid fic
anonymous
November 30 2011, 21:03:05 UTC
When Lestrade and Sherlock start dating, Lestrade's kids and Sherlock bond pretty quickly. To everyone's amazement Sherlock does really well with them- even though he never quite stops being his usual brand of blunt jerkish competency.
Or really anything with Lestrade and Sherlock and kids.
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anonymous
December 12 2011, 04:57:09 UTC
I apologize if this isn't what you're looking for, OP, but here's a quick L/S-with-a-child fill
A muffled pounding at the door startled John out of his concentration, and he added an extra ‘e’ to the word he had been typing by accident.
“Get the door, would you, John?” Sherlock called from the kitchen. “That’ll be Lestrade.”
“He has a key,” John said, somewhat irritably. Sherlock had been working non-stop for the past week, and that meant he had been working as well - in addition to his shifts at the surgery. He was beyond exhausted. “Anyway, it’s open.”
“Yes, thank you, John, I do realize that. However, he’ll have his son with him and won’t have a free hand with which to open said door.”
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anonymous
December 12 2011, 04:59:51 UTC
And then Daniel wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s neck, clinging to him, and John felt as though he was intruding on a suddenly-private moment. Sherlock swallowed hard and laid his free hand on Daniel’s back, and then glanced cautiously at Lestrade. The DI met his eyes for a moment and then looked away, passing a hand over his mouth and shifting his feet
( ... )
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anonymous
December 12 2011, 05:01:41 UTC
“I would’ve kept you safe; you know that, Greg,” he said angrily. “Mycroft would have seen to it, if I’d asked.”
“And would you have?”
“Yes.” Sherlock’s eyes were fierce. “For you. Both of you. Did you ever doubt it?”
“No,” Lestrade said truthfully. “But it wasn’t that. He was growing attached to you, Sherlock. And in the space of three months you nearly died at least three times, which frankly is a record for you. I couldn’t - I couldn’t do that to him. Especially after the pool, and Moriarty.”
Lestrade rubbed his shoulder absently. “It hurt him too much.”
“And this isn’t - won’t - hurt me?” Sherlock said bitterly. “Or you?”
“He comes first,” Lestrade said. “Always.”
Sherlock rested his cheek absently against Daniel’s head, and the image made Lestrade’s breath catch in his throat.
“He misses you terribly,” Lestrade said, the words tumbling from his mouth before he could stop them - and at the look of surprise on Sherlock’s face, he found that he didn’t want to stop them. He added softly, “We both do
( ... )
Filler hereimpishtubistDecember 15 2011, 01:11:07 UTC
You are very kind. I'm so glad that you liked this! I'm the anon filler; I'll be cleaning this up and posting it within the week. Thank you for your kind words!
Or really anything with Lestrade and Sherlock and kids.
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A muffled pounding at the door startled John out of his concentration, and he added an extra ‘e’ to the word he had been typing by accident.
“Get the door, would you, John?” Sherlock called from the kitchen. “That’ll be Lestrade.”
“He has a key,” John said, somewhat irritably. Sherlock had been working non-stop for the past week, and that meant he had been working as well - in addition to his shifts at the surgery. He was beyond exhausted. “Anyway, it’s open.”
“Yes, thank you, John, I do realize that. However, he’ll have his son with him and won’t have a free hand with which to open said door.”
“His what?”“Just answer it, John ( ... )
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“And would you have?”
“Yes.” Sherlock’s eyes were fierce. “For you. Both of you. Did you ever doubt it?”
“No,” Lestrade said truthfully. “But it wasn’t that. He was growing attached to you, Sherlock. And in the space of three months you nearly died at least three times, which frankly is a record for you. I couldn’t - I couldn’t do that to him. Especially after the pool, and Moriarty.”
Lestrade rubbed his shoulder absently. “It hurt him too much.”
“And this isn’t - won’t - hurt me?” Sherlock said bitterly. “Or you?”
“He comes first,” Lestrade said. “Always.”
Sherlock rested his cheek absently against Daniel’s head, and the image made Lestrade’s breath catch in his throat.
“He misses you terribly,” Lestrade said, the words tumbling from his mouth before he could stop them - and at the look of surprise on Sherlock’s face, he found that he didn’t want to stop them. He added softly, “We both do ( ... )
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I like that Lestrade says his son comes first, and I like that you acknowledged that Sherlock's life isn't exactly conducive to having children...
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I hope you write more in this 'verse, it's wonderful.
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