To His Own Devices (слэш)

“No. No, no, no,” he gasped, lurching forward and getting clumsily to the floor to pick up his shattered mobile. Pieces of glass were missing now, and the screen was totally dead, the phone silent - the ringer had stopped mid-tone. Sherlock’s heart plummeted into his stomach as he realized that he had no way of reaching John now, let alone the midwife. The nearest pay phone was blocks away, Speedy’s closed for the afternoon and Mrs. Hudson’s apartment locked.
He was alone. And the baby was coming.