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The problems started 3 months after John was kidnapped and rescued by Sherlock, it just started with him feeling dizzy and feeling nauseous for a couple of days and then he started to throw up in the mornings and whenever he smelt coffee and the smell of cooked eggs and fish "You should see a doctor John this isn't good?" Sherlock said as he huffed down on to the sofa looking at his peaky friend
"I am a doctor and it's just a stomach bug." John said sipping a glass of water
"A selective one." The dark hair man said
"Look I'm okay don't get your bed sheets in a knot." He said walking passed Sherlock "And get dressed."
"No the trousers are too itchy."
"And your too whine." John said as he was half way to the kitchen when he felt his stomach churn "Fuck!" he moaned as he ran to the bath room, this made Sherlock wonder did it have anything to do with Moriarty and when he took John, closing his eyes he remembers when they found John he was curled up on a cot in some making shift lab; he had his legs chained to the floor and he was shaking, Sherlock took his jacket off and covered John with it and picked the lock off his ankles "John can you hear me?" he asked, as he touched his shoulder
"Hurts!" he moans as he jerked away from his hand, the dark hair man watched as his friend curled himself even tighter as he held his stomach, Sherlock watched as the ambulance men help to put John onto a stretcher, the dusty blond man screamed as he was moved and tried to curl himself into a ball but the two men has flatten him onto his back and strapped him down,
"Gave him some morphine, Doctor Watson it okay just calm down." They told him as they took him out of the warehouse, Sherlock stood there watching them take his John out into the ambulance.

Then Mycroft walked in, he looked at John being taken away on a stretcher, now out of his mind thanks to the drugs, he looked up to see his brother and just frowned there was no smug smile and not see he's fine he just looked pissed, which lead Sherlock to believe that his poggy brother did care for John…my John…his brain told him
"Ummm he's a great deal of pain?" Mycroft said
"Give the cake eater a prize, Moriarty did something I don't know what, but …"
"Careful there Sherlock don't want to say anything to hasty do we."
"Screw hasty Mycroft, he took John and did god now what to him." He said
"And he is now in our care, he will be okay, he's John if he can live living with you…" he said as he walked away using his umbrella to knock a small bottle onto the floor.

So many months ago John was more or less back to his old self, he did jump when he saw a needle which was hard because he was a doctor he also jumped when he would heard a song, and now he is being sick and behaving oddly like a pregnant woman, …Pregnant woman, pregnant …Sherlock bolted up dropping his sheet and busted into the bathroom where John was just wiping his mouth, "SHERLOCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING…OH GOD!" He cried out when he saw his very naked friend standing there
"You're pregnant!" he said,
"What?"
"You're pregnant it explains everything, your being sick in the mornings, feeling dizzy the fainting spell at work and cry for no god reason." Frowning John pulled a towel of the rack and handed it to his flatmate
"Sherlock I am a man if you have not notice in all the bloody times we been living together and that one time you and I screw, men don't get pregnant!" John said feeling anger build up inside of him
"There is this drug it new on the market it's for gay couples who want to have children it only came out a month ago, but the drug that Moriarty used on you it make sense now the pain in your abdomen." John just looked at him, his brain tell him okay yeah this make sense now but it is still impossible
"Oh I've heard of the drug, but Sherlock it requires two people for it to work and if I remember rightly we haven't had sex in the two months after it happen?"
"But if he used samples then you would be carrying one right now!" John paled
"Samples whose samples?"
"Don't know Mycroft would know." He said "John are you okay?"
"No." His eyes rolled back into his head and Sherlock caught him before he hit his head.

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The problems started 3 months after John was kidnapped and rescued by Sherlock, it just started with him feeling dizzy and feeling nauseous for a couple of days and then he started to throw up in the mornings and whenever he smelt coffee and the smell of cooked eggs and fish "You should see a doctor John this isn't good?" Sherlock said as he huffed down on to the sofa looking at his peaky friend
"I am a doctor and it's just a stomach bug." John said sipping a glass of water
"A selective one." The dark hair man said
"Look I'm okay don't get your bed sheets in a knot." He said walking passed Sherlock "And get dressed."
"No the trousers are too itchy."
"And your too whine." John said as he was half way to the kitchen when he felt his stomach churn "Fuck!" he moaned as he ran to the bath room, this made Sherlock wonder did it have anything to do with Moriarty and when he took John, closing his eyes he remembers when they found John he was curled up on a cot in some making shift lab; he had his legs chained to the floor and he was shaking, Sherlock took his jacket off and covered John with it and picked the lock off his ankles "John can you hear me?" he asked, as he touched his shoulder
"Hurts!" he moans as he jerked away from his hand, the dark hair man watched as his friend curled himself even tighter as he held his stomach, Sherlock watched as the ambulance men help to put John onto a stretcher, the dusty blond man screamed as he was moved and tried to curl himself into a ball but the two men has flatten him onto his back and strapped him down,
"Gave him some morphine, Doctor Watson it okay just calm down." They told him as they took him out of the warehouse, Sherlock stood there watching them take his John out into the ambulance.

Then Mycroft walked in, he looked at John being taken away on a stretcher, now out of his mind thanks to the drugs, he looked up to see his brother and just frowned there was no smug smile and not see he's fine he just looked pissed, which lead Sherlock to believe that his poggy brother did care for John…my John…his brain told him
"Ummm he's a great deal of pain?" Mycroft said
"Give the cake eater a prize, Moriarty did something I don't know what, but …"
"Careful there Sherlock don't want to say anything to hasty do we."
"Screw hasty Mycroft, he took John and did god now what to him." He said
"And he is now in our care, he will be okay, he's John if he can live living with you…" he said as he walked away using his umbrella to knock a small bottle onto the floor.

So many months ago John was more or less back to his old self, he did jump when he saw a needle which was hard because he was a doctor he also jumped when he would heard a song, and now he is being sick and behaving oddly like a pregnant woman, …Pregnant woman, pregnant …Sherlock bolted up dropping his sheet and busted into the bathroom where John was just wiping his mouth, "SHERLOCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING…OH GOD!" He cried out when he saw his very naked friend standing there
"You're pregnant!" he said,
"What?"
"You're pregnant it explains everything, your being sick in the mornings, feeling dizzy the fainting spell at work and cry for no god reason." Frowning John pulled a towel of the rack and handed it to his flatmate
"Sherlock I am a man if you have not notice in all the bloody times we been living together and that one time you and I screw, men don't get pregnant!" John said feeling anger build up inside of him
"There is this drug it new on the market it's for gay couples who want to have children it only came out a month ago, but the drug that Moriarty used on you it make sense now the pain in your abdomen." John just looked at him, his brain tell him okay yeah this make sense now but it is still impossible
"Oh I've heard of the drug, but Sherlock it requires two people for it to work and if I remember rightly we haven't had sex in the two months after it happen?"
"But if he used samples then you would be carrying one right now!" John paled
"Samples whose samples?"
"Don't know Mycroft would know." He said "John are you okay?"
"No." His eyes rolled back into his head and Sherlock caught him before he hit his head.