[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Chapter 13

When John was 8 months pregnant, he felt very uncomfortable, because the internal organs were occupied by the domineering baby and squeezed together, he often held his breath in his chest, and his belly was as big as a globe. Take a rest while leaning on the railing.I feel lazy all day long and feel sleepy. I often yawn and rub my eyes unconsciously. My hands and feet seem to be filled with cement. I want to sleep anytime and anywhere, just like hibernation, and I can’t get excited about anything.Blood pressure is very low, as if the heart is frozen and will not beat.

But he is very happy, his heart is full, and he feels that the weather is going well in his childhood.

Sherlock has been so busy recently that he can't spare time to play house with John. John is about to get bored in 221B, so he decides to come out to get some fresh air. The snow is still falling, and there will be some signs of spring in two months.

John passed by the bakery to buy some snacks, and then tied up a bouquet of roses at the flower shop, intending to take them home and put them on the dining table to make Sherlock look good after busy work.

John walked slowly in the direction of the apartment, lifted the bouquet and sniffed it, he smiled and saw a police car with red and blue lights parked beside Baker Street, Lestrade usually would not have such a serious posture when he came to sit around, John hurried two steps forward, and Lestrade was downstairs with his hips akimbo, as if waiting for John to come home.

"Sheriff?"

"Doctor." Lestrade glanced at his big belly, his worried eyebrows were about to fall, "How are you?"

"I'm fine. You came here specifically to find Sherlock? He's not at home. He went out before dawn today. He said he had to catch a train and go somewhere far away, and he would come back at night."

Lestrade touched his cheek with his hand, full of sadness and didn't know how to speak.

Looking at his expression, John suddenly understood immediately, his heart skipped a beat, and the things in his hands fell to his feet, "What's wrong with Sherlock???"

"Temporary definition is missing."

"What did you say?"

"At the Reichenbach Falls, people disappear at once."

John's eyes widened in disbelief, "What do you mean, I don't understand."

"Witnesses watched him and Moriarty walk up the falls and neither of them came down."

"Have you searched carefully?"

"There is only a small place where people can stand in the waterfall, and the rest are cliffs. It took less than two hours to search clearly. There are only footprints, two rows, extending from the mountain pass to the waterfall. There are only footprints from the past, and there is no walking. Traces of coming back."

John's brain collapsed with a buzz, he couldn't even blink his eyes so slowly, his tongue was stuck dryly on his jaw, he couldn't believe it.

"The police are currently searching downstream...but the waterfall is several hundred meters high. If he fell from above, the chance of survival..."

"I want to go."

"No!" Lestrade stared at his stomach, "Don't talk about taking the train to travel far now, you can't even walk."

"I don't fucking care, I'm going there right away, and if you don't mind me taking the train, take me there in your damn police car. I'll go clean it up."

Regardless of his dissuasion, John hurriedly opened the door of 221B with the key. He turned around again, and Lestrade handed him the flowers and snacks he had dropped on the floor, and asked with concern, "Can you hold on?"

John nodded firmly, he took his things and walked in, slowly went upstairs, changed into a loose windbreaker jacket, put on the scarf anyway, he dug out the usual automatic pistol from Sherlock's desk, and put it on With a full chamber and a pocket full of bullets, it was enough for him to sweep Reichenbach in the past and carry out a massacre.

He held onto the banister of the stairs again and went down to the door on the first floor. Lestrade had already opened the police car door and waited for him, "If you feel uncomfortable on the road, I will stop immediately and send you to the hospital, no matter how much you protest."

John adjusted his breathing silently, bent over with difficulty, and squeezed into the car. He slid awkwardly on the seat cushion, his stomach was so heavy, and the baby kicked him uneasily because of his sudden strong anxiety, and John wrinkled Eyebrow, pull the seat belt and fasten it.

Lestrade started the car, but still did not turn off the police lights. This light could not only pierce the fog but also help them skip traffic lights.

Lestrade quietly turned the steering wheel and picked up the speed.

"I'm so slow!" John slammed the window angrily. "How could I not have found out! How could I have let him go out! He's risking his life to take on Moriarty! And I'm sleeping under the covers!"

"The rivalry between the two of them didn't start today. That Moriarty, since the tearful wedding, has been causing trouble behind the scenes."

"I had a misunderstanding with Sherlock before we officially moved in together. I didn't mean to mess things up at that time, but I messed up the wedding anyway," John regretted, leaning his arms on the car window, " It's like I killed Sherlock, I prepared this day."

"Doctor, you are really enough. You are quite capable. You can abduct Sherlock Holmes from the wedding, but even without you, doctor, Sherlock Holmes is capable enough to destroy this world. The black spider has coveted your Alpha for a long time, even though Holmes If you don't turn against him at the wedding, you will provoke him in your daily life sooner or later. The decisive battle between the two of them is almost inevitable. The surface of England is fragile and bumpy, and there is no room for two top geniuses to play seesaw on it. Reminds me of history In the civil war mentioned in the book, the Alpha royal family killed each other to prove the strong and the weak, but this time it is different, Moriarty is super capable, he is a terrifying Omega with great leadership, the Napoleon of the hacker world, and a tricky demon."

"What disaster did that damned black spider create this time?"

"He hacked the missile launch system, so he could lure Holmes to the waterfall. I guess he didn't want the London you live with blown up to rubble, and your children live in the fallout zone. Your family is really I will pick my time, since I didn't want him in the first place, I had to wait until the wedding day to say it. It seriously hurt my self-esteem, made him lose face, and later I didn't sincerely go to apologize, and the black spider wanted to use missiles to massacre the city , I am very angry but I pity him even more. Wishful thinking and unrequited love. So if the love triangle is not handled well, it will easily lead to the collapse of the social structure."

"He dared to hurt my Holmes, I'll strangle him when I see him!" John's fingers twitched excitedly.

"I'm afraid your chances of catching him are slim, and his whereabouts are also unknown, and his life and death are uncertain."

After 3 hours, the car finally arrived in Reichenbach. Lestrade opened the car door. John stretched out his arm and relied on his support to get out of the car. The two stood silently under the rumbling waterfall, which fell straight down from a high altitude. Huge white mist and water splashed up, and there was a large banquet villa built across the river on the upper reaches of the mountain. Standing here, you can only see a dome. The gloomy mountain road is as cold as the gate of hell, and the color of the trees is moist and deep. , heavy dark green.

"Doctor, I can understand your feelings. You want to come and confirm in person, but the waterfall is too high to walk up, and cars can't get into the thorn bushes. You just stand here and have a look."

John shook his head stubbornly, "I'm going to that place, the clearing by the waterfall, I want to see those footprints, those marks of fighting with my own eyes."

"You and I are not proficient in deduction, what can you tell from the messy footprints?"

John looked at him quietly and hopefully, "I feel that he is still alive. He is waiting for our rescue in a dark place where the sun does not shine. I can feel it strongly."

"Maybe we'll go downstream."

"No, we're going up."

John stroked his stomach, he was a little out of breath, probably because he was going through an unknown panic, he went out too hastily and forgot to wear gloves, the warm palms he just took out of his pockets soothed his stomach, To soothe the restless fetal movement, his fingers have a very calming magic power, and the gentle and calm power is transmitted to his flesh and blood. The fetal movement gradually stabilizes under the caress, and the baby stays quietly in John's womb and no longer makes trouble.

Lestrade took a golf club from the back seat of the police car and handed it to John, "After you give birth, I will invite you to play golf another day, and I will borrow you as a crutch first."

"It's a pity that I don't know how to play golf, but I don't mind learning one more recreational skill." John put the club on the mud, the length was just right, and he walked slowly up the cold mountain path, which was extremely strenuous , which can fully cover the amount of walking he took during the entire pregnancy.

John leaned against the tree trunk halfway up the mountain, panting and exhausted, Lestrade handed him the mineral water in his hand, John shook his head and pushed it away, smiling bitterly, "My doctor said you can't drink cold water."

"It seems that your doctor forgot to tell you that you are not allowed to climb the mountain with an 8-month-old belly." Lestrade walked beside him helplessly.

"It's impossible for Holmes to be on it. I personally led the police dog to investigate, and I didn't smell any living people. Moreover, I didn't receive the Alpha breath from Holmes."

John is just walking forward firmly with a bat. He has always acted emotionally and does not follow cold logic. Whether on the battlefield or in daily life, he follows his sensitive and rich intuition to find the way. He feels that Sherlock still has the remnant of life somewhere. Breath, and it's right here, right here, not far away.

It took the two of them twice as long as normal people, nearly two hours to grope up the mountain. It was almost dark, and the jungle above covered the sky, diagnosing the last twilight rays.

Cold and clammy.

John breathed out the mist, crossed the mountain pass, and stood blankly beside the chaotic two rows of footprints. Even though his observation ability was about the same level as a potato, the messy wet mud and upturned moss were enough to tell him that there had been a process here. What a fight.

Sherlock might have put all his life's training into boxing into play.

The police had carefully investigated and collected evidence, and the cordon was withdrawn. John walked to the edge of the cliff, and at his feet was a big waterfall with freezing water, and the bitter mist kept penetrating upwards. The rushing water outside the cliff, Lestrade pointed to the last footprint, "Holmes's, only half of it is left, it can be seen that he fell backwards, and maybe two people were holding onto it with their arms. The arms fell off together."

John's eyes were hazy with water vapor, and his vision was blurred. He cheered up, "Let's look for it again."

"Where can I find it? This place is so big. Let's go downstream."

"No! It's right here!" John was almost insane, insisting on staying here, "He promised me that I wouldn't die!"

"Doctor, calm down."

"Calm down, sister." John dropped his bat and walked towards the thorn bushes on the edge of the cliff. His coat was scratched a few times, and his face was scratched with bloodstains by the leaves of the thorns, and John stepped on a piece of it. On the slippery and narrow stone, squeezed into the thorn bushes, desperately walking outside, the thorny branches and leaves tore through his clothes and stuck into his thighs, and the sweater on John's stomach also scratched a few marks, He moved to the edge with difficulty, desperately looking out of the cliff, he sniffed deeply the particles in the air, trying to find the scent he missed in the water flow and the fragrance of plants, half of John's body had already leaned out , not taking his life seriously, as if Holmes died and he would not live.

John accidentally stepped on the moss and fell down, Lestrade hurried over and pulled him back to a safe ground, grabbed his collar and yelled at him, "I didn't bring you here to die for love!"

John looked back at the vast mist and smooth cliffs, "I can smell him, I want to go down. The more I lower my head, the more I can smell Sherlock's smell. If I go down a little bit, I'm not sure can find him."

Lestrade twitched his nose, looking like he hadn't noticed anything, "You're hallucinating. You're too anxious."

"No, it's true." John immediately got to his knees, kneeling in the wet and cold mud, lying on the edge of the cliff, looking down, he took a deep breath of the smell of moss in the wet mud, "Oh, I It does. Sherlock smells, faintly, but it's real."

Lestrade also knelt next to him, "Damn it, I can only smell a burst of milk, and I can't tell the difference between south, east and north. How can Holmes live in such a smell that makes his hands and feet weak."

"Stop making fun of me at times like this!"

"There's a cliff down there! You'll never find anything."

"But his smell is here!!"

"The police dogs sniffed all the mud with their noses, there are no living people here!"

Unwillingly, John grabbed the weeds next to his knees, slapped Lestrade's head and face, and roared angrily, "He! No! Can! Die! He promised!"

"doctor!"

"I believe he is not dead! If you don't want me to jump off, find someone to find a way!"

Between disputes.

An extremely tiny twig broke off behind them. John and Lestrade restrained their voices at the same time, pricked up their ears vigilantly, and looked at each other silently. Put it in your pocket cautiously.

one two Three!

The two of them jumped up at the same time (poof←_←this word is shamefully bent!), and chased towards the mountain pass.

John trotted two steps with his belly full of amniotic fluid, "Oh, I'll go," he held on to the big tree trunk next to him, panting and resting in extreme discomfort, "My little baby, be careful, don't kick me at this time gone."

The figure of Lestrade followed the mysterious stalker and disappeared into the jungle.

John followed step by step, pulled down the safety catch of the pistol, and was ready to go. He walked alone in the woods that were as silent as a tomb, and there was a mysterious sound of footsteps nearby. John held his breath and stood firm. He calmly raised his pistol and spun around in place, searching for the source of the footsteps.

It was getting darker and darker, and the light changed from sunrays to foggy blue. John's dark blue pupils were dimmed, and the black muzzle scanned the shadowy tree trunk.

A figure flashed past behind the tree stump. John fired two shots firmly and calmly. Flying away, the figure disappeared all of a sudden.

John, who was pregnant, stepped forward among the fallen leaves, and walked towards the direction where the figure was fleeing. A strong sense of danger suddenly appeared beside him. John turned around subconsciously to protect his fetus according to his intuition. The heavy wooden stake was solid It hit John's back, and John's back was severely beaten. He leaned to the side and staggered two steps. There, in the other hand was the same black pistol as John's, and he raised the muzzle toward John.

John turned immediately and hid behind a tree.

Bang bang bang frantic shots grazed the bark next to John's shoulder.

John tried his best to adjust the fluctuating airflow in his chest, and heard the sound of the other party limping over on fallen leaves. John hoo, hoo, panted twice, took a step from behind the tree stump, lifted the The pistol fired like a rock.

The boy stared in surprise, seeing thick black blood emerge from the back of his hand holding the gun, and the pistol fell to the ground. He curled up and knelt down like a small animal that lost its shell. John walked beside him , staring at his young and immature cheeks, the boy spoke with a Swiss accent.

"Hmph, heh, I'm not afraid of you, let alone death, kill me." The boy's brows were filled with evil that was very close to that of a black spider.

"Where's Holmes?"

"he died."

John raised his pistol in hatred, holding back his anger, "I don't kill unweaned children, but if you don't tell me where Holmes is, I won't hesitate to shoot you in the head."

"Hmph, you're going to be a widow, big belly, you'll never see Holmes again, I say he's dead."

"Here! Where! Here!" John moved the hot muzzle of the gun over with murderous intent, and poked him on his sweaty forehead. This little devil's head seemed to waft the strong smell of Alpha, but John was not afraid of him at all, John's The marksmanship is so accurate that he will not let him waste a bullet.

"He died in the ground. I buried him alive with my own hands. Somewhere on this mountain, you can put a bouquet of white daisies at the foot of the mountain every year to help him visit his grave."

John's eyes were red with hatred and bloodshot, he pressed the pistol wrench, and the violent gunshots echoed out of thin air, and there were two more bullet holes on the boy's shoulders that tortured him but made him unable to die.

John was nearly insane, his voice furious, "Tell me! Where is it!"

The young man was very stubborn and didn't say a word. He had already been shot 5 times. John's men were merciful and missed all the vital points, but he would die if he bleed too much. This young boy seemed to be loyal to someone with all his might , not greedy for life and afraid of death.

"I will torture you! I will make you suffer unbearably! Life is worse than death! I can shoot your fingers with bullets one by one, I will shoot your bones, and no matter how superb medical skills are, they will not be able to recover .”

"Hmph, is that right? I heard from my master that you are soft-hearted and easy to bully. It seems that the real person is somewhat different. However, even if you are cruel enough, I'm afraid you will regret it."

The young man tilted his evil mouth at him, and quickly picked up the pistol he had dropped with his other uninjured hand. John was vigilant and wanted to knock down his pistol. Unexpectedly, the young man turned the muzzle of the gun unexpectedly He turned around, aimed at himself, stuffed it into his mouth, and fired a hard shot without hesitation, bang!A splash of warm thick black blood splashed on the back of his head.

"No!" Fresh brains mixed with blood splashed onto John's clothes, John closed his eyes in despair, lowered his pistol and took two steps back, he smashed the tree trunk beside him unwillingly, "Sherlock... "

Frustrated and depressed in his heart, he twitched his trachea with difficulty to save the brain that was about to be deprived of oxygen.

observe.

John.

Don't just look with your eyes.

Take a look.

Holmes' usually arrogant voice echoed in his ears. John opened his eyes, hurried back, slowly supported his waist, and knelt with his feet beside the dead boy. Looking carefully at the fingernails, there was mud remaining on them, but he couldn't tell which area on the mountain it was. He turned the body over and lay on his back, and found a letter signed by Sebastian Moran from his pocket, saying Maybe it's the name of the young killer, John hissed in pain, and pulled back his finger, a drop of blood was stabbed on it, it was a thorn of thorns, he pulled the thorns off the boy's sweater.

He saw this plant on the edge of the cliff before.

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John heard Lestrade calling him from the cliff above the waterfall, but the roar of the water was so loud that Lestrade couldn't hear John's response. It takes an hour or two to get up.

Sherlock Holmes, on the verge of death, couldn't last that long.

There was a slippery slope next to the cliff. John carefully grabbed the vines and slid down the moss on the slope. The end of the slope was covered with thorn bushes. You had to be extremely careful to find that there was a corner at the end, which was artificially split into a narrow road. John tried his best to keep his balance, not to fall into the thorns and die. He moved his buttocks on the steep slope, stepped on the passage, and walked sideways while holding onto the stone wall, with his stomach protruding in front of his eyes, blocking his chest. Part of the line of sight, behind the cliff is the abyss at the foot of the cliff, John tilted his body and slowly moved against the cliff, his coat hooked halfway and almost made him fall into a big somersault, and he would never recover from it, John felt the slippery cliff and continued to move with lingering fear.

"Sherlock, I'm here, I'm here." John said to himself to cheer himself up, he finally passed the most dangerous place, his shoes got stuck in a piece of wet mud, there was only such a small place A piece of bare dirt surrounded by thorn bushes, and John knelt down, shaking, looking at the visibly loosened dirt.

"Sherlock!!!" John was almost suffocating, kneeling on it, his fingers desperately digging into the mud, surrounded by the sound of roaring water, John frantically pushed the mud with his bare hands, and the wet mud splashed on both sides of his body , John's cheeks were bloodstained and filthy, dirty.

"Sher...Sherlock..." John trembled violently incompletely, "Don't do this...don't do this to me..."

"Please……"

"Don't die... Holmes..."

John desperately dug his fingers into the dirt, digging down.

"You can do whatever you want, but you can't die in front of me... I would rather trade my life for you... If there is only one person alive between me and you, I choose you, you are my everything..."

"...you gave me this one in my stomach too, don't die, Sherlock, live, please, I don't want anything but you just can't die in front of me... I count on you... Sherlock Holmes! Except you There is no one else, I am willing to have a child because this is your seed... If my child cannot get your hug and your love after birth, then I might as well not have conceived in the first place."

Tears blurred John's eyes unknowingly. He smashed the dirt angrily, disgusted that his strength was too small and weak. John used the branches and fingers to dig a small hole nearly one and a half meters deep. Reaching Sherlock's hand, John's back suddenly experienced a strong shudder, he pushed away the dirt, and saw the white fingers resting on his stomach, Sherlock was indeed here! !

Really buried alive! !

John dug harder at his cheek.

"John Watson!" Lestrade was still shouting from the cliff above him.

John looked up and yelled at him, "Sherlock is here!"

Not sure if Lestrade caught it from the roaring waterfall.

"Calm down, John Watson, be calm." John comforted himself, trying to keep himself from fainting. His trembling fingers kept digging into the heavy ground. As time went by, the soil became more and more Thin, John lightened his hand, and carefully pushed away the soft crumbs, Sherlock's sleepy cheek emerged, and John almost wept with joy on the spot, he wiped the dirt under Sherlock's nose with his sleeve, and searched for Sherlock's breath, Faint but thankfully alive.

John looked at Sherlock's cheeks sleeping in the mud in the dim light, and used the world's most gentle fingers to push away the mud near Sherlock's cheeks, letting his facial features float into the world, John was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he was uncomfortable and joyful, panting He couldn't hold his breath, warm tears dripped from his eyes and hit Sherlock's face, he lowered his head, and kissed hard on Sherlock's cold, muddy lips and his cold forehead, "Sherlock, I'm here, Here I come. Wake up."

John rolled and kissed him, praying that the deep kiss he tried his best was really like in a fairy tale, and could wake up a sleeping fresh life.

"John Watson?" Lestrade finally found a way to climb into this mysterious corner hidden under the cliff. He walked through the narrow cliff in fear, watching John kneeling in tears in front of an excavated grave.

Half of Holmes, the most arrogant, troublesome and omnipotent man on earth, was buried there, only showing a face that didn't know whether he was dead or alive, like a prince who had been sleeping for trillions of years.

"I lost my way in the woods. Sebastian Moran led me into the mist and almost stepped into a trap designed by a hunter. I followed the gunshots and found Moran's body. I didn't expect to go back to the cliff and you disappeared. Fortunately, your It smells so milky..." Lestrade smiled.

"He's alive," John cried.

"I saw it, don't cry, don't hurt me, if you cry again, the landslide will drown us all, I saw it, I believe you now."

After unremitting efforts, Sherlock's whole body was dragged out of the gate of hell, John hugged him, put his arms around his brilliant head and pressed him into his arms that were close to disillusionment, holding him warmly and faithfully was like a lifetime Don't let him go again. John took off his trench coat and draped it over his body.

Seeing this scene, Lestrade had to hand over his coat to John. When John also transferred Lestrade's kindness to Sherlock, the sheriff became angry, "Don't treat yourself as a human being! John Watson!"

John pressed against Sherlock's cold cheek in a daze, he almost really became a walking dead, if Sherlock Holmes died, he might not commit suicide with him, but he would definitely not live well, and even lose the life he deserved.

Two and a half hours later, Sherlock was put on an oxygen mask and carried into the ambulance, where the medical staff hurriedly helped him warm up, scrubbed his arm with alcohol, and tied the infusion tube.

John took off the scarf that was soaked in water mist, and put on a warm thick blanket from the ambulance, clutching the blanket with trembling hands, Lestrade looked at his fingers cut by broken stones, blood Dripping, the broken and turned-up nails were covered with bloody mud.

"Get in the ambulance together?" Lestrade patted him on the shoulder, John's tears had disappeared like the dew, and he regained his strong face.

John looked back at the sky above the vast waterfall, dotted with a boundless and bright Milky Way, vast and beautiful, witnessing the continuous separation and reunion on the earth.

John nodded wearily, his face looked a little depressed, he walked to the back of the ambulance and was about to step up.

Lestrade suddenly yelled behind him, "John Watson!" The medical staff were startled by the sheriff's loud yelling, and all injections stopped.

John was also quite frightened, he turned around suspiciously.

"Your pants!"

John turned his head, reached out to lift the blanket, his pants were red, he was bleeding, John remembered the stick he had received on his back before, his heartbeat slowed down, and at this moment, his legs were almost weak, Lestrade hurried Come over and hold his arm, "Damn it! It's time to rescue both of them at the same time!"

John had a strong dizziness. He didn't know how he got on the stretcher bed and how he got to the hospital in a daze. His pants were wet and stuck to his thighs, and hot flashes of blood clots gushed out from the back of his intestines one after another. , It was very uncomfortable, but he was not in pain, he fell into a quagmire-like daze, there was no pain in his stomach, just countless dizziness, his vision was cloudy and he couldn't speak.

He watched the white ceiling receding rapidly above his head, and then a layer of darkness covered his eyes blankly, the anesthetic took effect, and he was pushed into the ICU intensive care unit.