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“Nobody’s been able to get close enough to the fawn to do any sort of exam,” said one voice. Sherlock understood some of the words, enough at least to know they were talking about him. “It looks huge. Can’t be far off.”
Two humans appeared in the hallway, both coming to a stop in front of the fence. Sherlock’s heart thudded in his throat and he resisted the urge to bolt to the other side of the pen, knowing that he wouldn’t be any further away there and that he’d only exhaust himself in doing so. “Jesus, you’re right,” said the other human, shaking his head. “Gotta be within the week, for sure. Poor thing.”
Sherlock lowered his gaze to where they stared - his stomach, engorged and full with the baby he was carrying.
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- Part 1 of Protective Measures
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When Dean got cursed into being a massively fat cow, it was funny. When he can't stop thinking about how great it felt to be fat? That's a little different.
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Shane says, “Why’d you order so much? You having other people over or something?”
“Yes, of course, I invited whole team to watch us fuck, Hollander.” Ilya sits on the edge of the mattress, hooks a finger under Shane’s chin and kisses the dour expression off of his face. “No. Just you.”
“Okay, well, I’m only one person, Rozanov. Just because I’m—“ Shane’s eyes dart away. “Just because I went off my diet, it doesn’t mean I need a whole dining cart’s worth of food for dinner.”
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- Part 3 of Let Go