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Sherlock would have spent the period ranting about how every single person in his class needed to wave a tube tied or snipped to prevent the abominations of this weekend from coming true. But John had actually put his foot down on the matter. The bastard.

"Today was scheduled to be about the importance of contraceptives, but somehow I think the presence I'd your little spawn has done it for me," he said with less a smile and more twitch at the corner of his mouth. "So. I'm certain Doctor Watson could give you the names of a few clinics to prevent this past weekend from ever happening. John?"

John... was going to ignore him today. Especially after making him deal with Kasei for most of the weekend. "What I think would be useful for all of you is some folders about, er, parenting," he said, determined not to flounder on this one. He had many folders. Many many folders in many colours. "Make sure all of your children are bathed and fed, and if any of them are showing any signs of illness this weekend, please bring them by the clinic. Having children is perfectly natural, no matter what my colleague might say, though I'd hope you'll all... wait until you're a bit older."

Sherlock slouched low in his seat, ignoring John like the healthy, mature, responsible adult that he was. "A beauty and a joy, I'm sure."

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you made a pass at miss Kuukaku," John said, like the equally healthy, mature, responsible adult he was.

"Jealousy is hardly becoming, John." No, they weren't giving off a heterosexual impression today.

"You could at least try to feed your own child!"

... No. No, they were not. Maybe they could slip out unnoticed among all the children? Please?

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*Just two usually,* Nommy said. *That's my sister,* he pointed at Kayla, the other child with wings, *an' that's our Daddy,* he pointed at Warren, *but this weekend I have six sisters!*

He said it in the same tragic tones that Karla had adopted when speaking of her seven children. *Sisters are gross!*

Sjoerd shrugged a little. //I have one here too, but at home it's just me. Dad said one more of him was weird enough.//

He was probably not supposed to have heard that. He was probably not supposed to hear a lot of things.

*Mommy says that I can have a baby brother or sister if Daddy promises to carry the feetsus in a paper bag,* Nommy offered cheerfully. *Daddy says having babies makes Mommy cranky.*

...Karla was just going to move on to slowly thudding her forehead against the desk.

//...That's silly. Feetses go in shoes!// Duuuuh.

*No sir!* Kayla didn't like agreeing with her brother, but she couldn't let this strange boy prove him wrong, either. He means a baby-baby. A baby before it's borned.

//Those go in brood units! Mum says that's where baby sisters come from and I might have some someday but not yet.//

And then there was something about Dad looking like a pack of wolves were attacking every time the subject came up.

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