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Fill: Till Now I Never Knew - Prologue

 Story Type: Prompt Fill
Fandom: Sherlock/The Swan Princess/Swan Lake
Characters: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Harry, OC's Ann Watson and Vienne Holmes, glimpse of Moriarty, Moran, and Unnamed OC
Pairings: Eventual Sherlock/John
Genre(s): Fairy Tale, Romance, Kid!Fic, Family, Friendship
Summary: Written for this prompt on the Kink Meme, Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers' attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer...


There are secrets in the world. They endure, hidden in lost memory and the shadows of history, waiting for those with the will to seek them out.


“France?” John demanded, peering at his mother in disbelief. “For the whole of summer?”

“Yes.” She confirmed, adding more clothes to the suitcase she had splayed open on the kitchen table. “We’re going to Chateau Vernet to stay with the Holmeses. I did tell you.”

“Yeah, but you’ve been saying it since Harry was born. I didn’t think you actually meant it! All my friends are here, mum! I’m gonna miss the whole summer!”

“Oh hush! Vivi is very excited to have us, and besides, you won’t be alone. Mycroft will be there.”

John made a face. “Mycroft is boring! Every time I’ve seen him he’s been reading books without any pictures in!”

“You’ve hardly spent any time with him, John. And what about Sherlock?”

John wrinkled his nose and twisted his lips as though he’d just sucked on a particularly sour sweet. “Mum! He’s a baby!”

“He’s Harry’s age. And you’re not so much older than five yourself.”

“Harry,” John pointed out, his face and voice solemn. “Is a pain. And I’m eight. That’s ages apart from five!”

“Three years is not ‘ages’, John. Now pack a few toys and don’t forget to bring plenty of jumpers.”

“But I don’t want to go to France!”

“Don’t argue with me, Johnathan! I promised Vivi we’d stay with her as soon as Harry was old enough. She’s counting on it! Besides,” She sighed, shoving a blouse into the battered grey luggage. “We could really do with the money.”


‘Soon. I think it will be soon.'


Sherlock Sherringford Holmes was born on the sixth of January. Harriet Marjorie Watson was born on the tenth. Harriet’s birth had been text book, a scheduled cesarean without any fuss. Sherlock’s, not so much. He was still in NICU when Ann Watson and her new baby girl were transferred, dopy and drowsy, into the hospital room already occupied by a very worn and worried Vienne Amélie Holmes.

The two women bonded almost instantly over their mutual love of Agatha Christie novels and chocolate covered bananas, their absent husbands, and the fact that both were second-time mothers with sons waiting at home.

When seven-year-old Mycroft came to visit, escorted by his au pair, he walked quietly to his mother’s bedside and called her “maman” in a near-whisper.

When John came to visit, sat atop the soulders of his Uncle George, he squealed in delight and had to be restrained from pouncing on his mother’s tender and recently stitched abdomen. He held Harriet as though she were spun from glass, and cooed to her, and called her “Harry” in his toddler’s voice.

Mycroft placed a gentle hand on his mother’s sagging tummy and asked if he’d get to see the new baby. Vienne blinked back tears and smiled at her elder son. “Soon, bébé.” She said. “He’s very petit just now. He’s not done getting ready yet.” And Mycroft nodded, and sat, and held his mother’s hand.

They passed three days waiting for Sherlock to be brought to the room. He was finally wheeled in, fish tank and all, on Ann’s last day in hospital. He looked pink and warm and healthy, but he was astonishingly small. Ann lifted Harriet’s tiny, curled up hand and waggled it back and forth at the incubator.

“Say ‘hi’ to Sherlock, Harry!” She said with a bright smile. “Say ‘hi’!”

Vienne smiled and held out her hand, which Ann took and held, gently.

“He’s beautiful, Vivi.” She said, and Vienne blushed and smiled wider. It was her first nickname.

There was a tentative knock, and the women looked up to see George standing in the doorway with a very shy and quiet John clutching his hand. “May we come in?”

Vienne nodded, and Ann told them to be quiet and careful. John entered the room on tip-toes. He was clutching a small silver gift bag in one chubby hand.

“What have you got there, sweetheart?” Ann asked, bundling John into her lap where he could see Harry in her little cot beside the bed. He automatically reached out a hand to smooth her whispy hair, his palm just barely touching her skin, before he acknowledged his mother.

“Uncle George said I could get you a present.” He explained, lifting the bag for her to see. “I picked it!”

Ann glanced at her brother suspiciously, but he just shrugged his shoulders and waved dismissively. “It wasn’t much. He had his heart set on it.”

Ann opened the bag to find a jeweler’s box inside. She glared at George, and Vienne craned her head as much as she could without removing her hand from Sherlock’s incubator. Ann opened the box, and her breath caught in her chest. It was an oval pendant of white gold with a matching, delicate chain. The pendant was etched with the shillouette of a swan, its wings partially unfurled.

“Oh...Johnny.” She breathed, and her eyes prickled with the threat of tears. “Oh Johnny...”

“Why a swan John?” George prompted.

John scrunched his face up in concentration and recited, “Because swans are really pretty to look at, and they’re really really strong, too.” He flopped against her chest and spread his arms wide to hug her. “Like you.”

“We’ve been watching documentaries.” George explained.

“It’s too expensive, George.”

“It was nothing, Annie. A bargain. I promise you, it’s just a trinket. A get well charm.”

“Mummy?” John asked, peering up at Ann through his golden eyelashes. “Why is that baby in a fish tank?”

Ann flashed a worried glance to Vienne, who shook her head and said, “He’s sick, mon chéri. He needs to get better before he can come out.”

John crawled over his mother’s torso and then her legs until he could peer into the plexiglass wall of Sherlock’s incubator. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “What’s his name?”

“Sherlock.” Said Vienne.

John giggled, high-pitched and delighted. “Sherlock!” He chortled. He peered at the sleeping baby for a long time, watching his minescule legs kick and his minute arms flail as he dreamed.

After a time, he seemed to settle on something. He clambered back across his mother and gingerly took the necklace from her hand. She let him, curious to see where his innocent mind was going with this. John crawled back over to the incubator and gently placed the necklace on top of the lid.

“Here you go, Sherlock.” He said quietly. “It’s for good luck, and you need lots.” He looked up at his mother as if to ask, is this okay? Ann looked at Vienne, and was startled to see fresh tear tracks on her cheeks.


Vienne waved her away. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m okay.” But her voice was breaking, and she kept wiping at her eyes and sniffling. She nodded to Ann, who nodded to John, and John grinned and planted a loud, smacking kiss to the incubator wall.

Ann gathered John into her arms and hugged him tightly. “You’re a wonderful little man, Johnny.” She whispered. “You’re my little prince.”

The First Summer


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 28th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
I'm really crap with livejournal, so I hope you don't mind the anonymus comment. I just have to comment on this chapter because oh my, it's so cute and beautiful and perfect, and if I wait with commenting until I've finished the story, I 'll forget about it :(
Also, Harry's birthday is mine, too, and yeah, that fact is irrelevant, but feeld like something to be happy about :)
Gonna go on reading, please don't think me weird :)
Jul. 28th, 2012 08:15 pm (UTC)
LJ has a steep learning curve, and I love nonnies (anonymous commenters), so chat away!

Also YAY BIRTHDAY BUDDIES! I kind of love Harry here. I'm rather apathetic toward her character in the vast majority of fics and there's just this side of nothing to her in canon, but somehow she turned into someone I honestly adore in this story.
Aug. 2nd, 2012 02:43 am (UTC)
I tough I would sleep tonight
Not happening because I found this fic.
It is so cute and fluffy that I'm about to explode!!
Aug. 9th, 2012 01:55 am (UTC)
OH. MY. LORD this is soo adorable!!!! :3 I found this through fuckyeahjohnlockfanfiction on tumblr and I am sooooo happy I did!! :3 I can't wait to read the next chapters!!! Just had to say how lovely it is!!!! :D
Oct. 3rd, 2012 08:00 pm (UTC)
Jesus... Tears in the PROLOGUE!! That's a first for me!
Oct. 3rd, 2012 10:32 pm (UTC)

Good luck with the rest of it then.

...you'll need it.
Oct. 8th, 2012 10:01 pm (UTC)
Oh my, I have to get up in 6 hours but sleep is not going to happen just now because I have to read at least another chapter of this.
I don't usually comment on stories but this is truly one of the sweetest things I've ever read. And I am really looking forward for what is to come for John and Sherlock and how the relationship between them develops........Also Babies, teeny tiny little balls of potential and cuteness :)
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