(YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour (PN) : pet name (FC) : favourite colour 

Chapter 4~ Jealousy is written on her face.

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Your POV

Your eyes opened as you felt a shift in movement as you awoke, a shadow like figure was moving across the room but your body felt so numb and weightless that you couldn't even fully open your eyes. The figure left but not before kissing your forehead. Soon enough did your body become responsive to the cold wind that blew through the flat. Your fingers twitched slightly, you softly rose up and looked around the room with a feeling of interest...

Feeling as if something was different. You looked down and saw that you were sat on the couch

'Must of fallen asleep here last night...' You rubbed your temples

You checked the time and saw that it was '7:20am'

Soon enough did you rise to your own two feet and stretching lightly before walking to the kitchen. A small handwritten note was stuck to the fridge, obviously left by Sherlock. You smiled and read the small note.

'We start training today. Meet me at St Barts at 5pm, we'll walk to the place together. Bring your sports kit, its in the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers.' -SH xx

You smiled more but soon frowned when you realised who else would be at St Barts with Sherlock...

Molly..

Its not as if you don't like the girl, its the opposite actually. You thought she was rather sweet but it was clear to you that she loathed you. She glared at you as if you were the devil's spawn or something. The fact that she had a crush on Sherlock made things rather awkward between you. You were happy to find out she was dating Tom and thought that she'd stop obsessing over Sherlock.. No. She didn't. You shook those thoughts out of your head and went on to start making a breakfast for yourself, peering into the fridge. Holding down last night's dinner as you saw jarred body parts stuffed into extremely small Jam and Marmalade jars. You pulled out some fruit. Checking if they were still edible.

After throwing many pieces of rotten fruit into the bin, you decided to eat an apple. You bit down into the apple but then looked down at it and couldn't help to feel slightly uneasy.

Looking at the apple in your hand reminded you too much of him.

Jim.

You threw the rest of the apple in the bin and walked back to the living-room. Remembering that you needed to mark your student's homework. you found your messenger bag and took out the bundle and started to mark the papers, it was slow and tedious at times but it passed the time. Soon were all the papers neatly packed away and all marked graciously. You leant back on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling, looking at the patterns that adorned the ceiling. You smiled and looked around the room a couple of times, taking in your surroundings much more detailed than you usually would. Taking in the smallest of details. Almost like how Sherlock would deduce.

Your eyes were taken captive as your eyes fell upon the whole in the window. The cracked glass shards remained on the ground, you bit your lip and grabbed a dust-pan and brush from the kitchen and sweeped up the glass but your hand twitched which accidently made one of the shards of glass slice into the palm of your hand. You hissed and glanced at the wound. As soon as you did, flashes of last year's event flashed before you quickly, it stabbed into you like needles and knives. You gasped as the flashes ended and you quickly ran to the kitchen and ran the cut under the tap, hissing at the pain again but not daring to make a glance to the wound. You just wanted the blood to drain away, not caring about anything else but that. Soon did you grab a bandage from the first aid kit and dressed the wound carefully, glancing at it painfully so you could properly dress the wound. You sighed and put the kit away. You glanced at the time

'11:48.'

You ran a hand through your hair and scruffed up your hair slightly.

You walked around the room quietly, hearing the floorboards creak beneath you. Closing your eyes, you soon reached Sherlock's chair, sitting down. Your eyes opened and caught sight of an object that Sherlock absolutely despised.....

The Deerstalker.

Smiling, you walked over to the strange hat and soon picked it up and held it in your hands. It was made of a soft fabric which was lined with a silk material on the inside. You put it on and smiled, but soon took it off. Laying it back down on the mantlepiece beside the skull.

You looked around the flat and soon heard Mrs Hudson scurrying up the stairs, teacups clinging and clanging gently to create a soft cacophony. She peered her head inside

"Hello dear, just wondered if you wanted a cuppa?" She asked, holding the tray in her hands

"Thank you Mrs Hudson, I would love one." You smiled softly as you saw her smile gleefully at you as she came to sit down in what used to be John's chair.

You sat down across from her, she passed you a cup. You put in any other added things you would usually add to your tea.

She smiled, smoothing out her dress "Don't get used to this dearie, I'm your landlady, not your housekeeper!" She smiled which made you chuckle

"Right!" You laughed lightly and sipped your tea

You and Mrs Hudson chatted for a while before she left, you were still smiling lightly. Mrs Hudson seemed to have brightened your mood, and you were indeed thankful for that. You glanced at the time, the time read '15:17'. You smiled and walked to the bathroom, glancing at your reflection for a few seconds before starting to wash your face. Splashing your face a couple of times before starting to use your face wash. Rubbing it into your skin before washing it off. Softly, you dried your face using a floral flannel (given to you by Mrs Hudson). It was soft and gently dried you face, you looked in the mirror once again before glancing down to see that (PN) had approached you, looking up at you with the eyes that screamed 'FEED ME!!'. You smiled and walked to the kitchen, (PN) following you. You served them a bowl of Pet food and fresh water before darting to your shared bedroom.

You remembered that Sherlock had found her gym clothes, you looked at the text message and opened the bottom drawer out of the chest of drawers and finally found the gym kit which in actual fact was clean, Which was rather surprising...

You decided to quickly change into the clothes before swiftly putting on your black hoodie. You brushed through your hair and fiddled with it for a while and quickly put it into (HS - If you have longer hair). You walked out of your room, fully dressed. You walked to the kitchen and quickly filled a glass with cold water, gulping down a lot of water and quickly downed the rest. You wiped your mouth will your sleeve before placing the glass in the sink. Putting it back into the cupboard, you glanced at the clock, you saw that time had passed you quickly and that it was '16:38'. You smiled and made your way to the front door, key in hand and ready to leave for St Barts.

It would take the Cabbie a while to drive through the busy traffic of London so by the time you would get to St Barts, it would be 5 anyway. You locked the door and waited for a taxi and yelled "Taxi!" And a taxi stopped beside you.

You hopped in and it quickly took you to St Barts. You paid the cabbie and entered St Barts. You looked around for a moment before finding your way. You made your way to the morgue, Soon enough did you see John and Sherlock. Sherlock turned around and spotted you, he strode towards you. John followed behind and soon were the two stood before you.

"Hi." You smiled at Sherlock, Sherlock grinned at you "Ready to practice I see."

You nodded at him and spotted Molly looming behind him like a shadow. You gulped and looked at Molly.

"Hi Molly." You smiled softly at her, she fakely smiled "Hello (YN)."

Sherlock looked at you "I'll grab my coat and then we can be on our way." He kissed your forehead and went to go grab his coat which he must of taken off when he was examining the corpses. "Come along John, you left your scarf there as well." He dragged John back into the examination room.

And there you and Molly were stood face to face. She looked at you with an expression that seemed to feign happiness. You looked at her, trying to smile at her.

"So.. How's you and Tom?" You asked awkwardly

"We're fine." She replied blankly

You nodded "I'm glad." You smiled and smiled wider when you saw Sherlock striding forward with his coat on and with John by his side. He soon stood beside you "Let's be off (YN)."

You nodded and waved goodbye to Molly and you could've sworn that you saw her reflection in the window, with a single tear slipping down her cheek as Sherlock took his hand in yours.

You walked for a bit until you reached the place that you would train in. You and Sherlock had parted ways with John a few minutes ago, he said he needed to head home to Mary.

You and Sherlock walked inside and had been given a training room. The room was spacious and had a single punching bag hanging from the ceiling by a rusty chain. You and Sherlock had warmed up and started to practice but about an hour into the training, you got a call.

You reached for your phone and checked who it was.

JOHN

You rose a brow and answered it, Sherlock stood by your side.

"John? Are you alright?" You asked

"MARY'S GONE INTO LABOUR! I'M A DOCTOR FOR CHRIST SAKE! I'M FREAKING OUT! WHAT DO I DO!" You could hear John starting to hyperventilate.

"John, John. Calm down. Where are you both." You spoke to him calmly

"We're still at home, the hospital can't send out an ambulance and if they did it would take an hour and a half to get here!! And I can't drive!" He was calming down slightly

"Okay. Okay. We'll try and get there as soon as possible, just stay close to Mary." You told him

"Okay." He ended the call suddenly

Sherlock looked at you, bewildered. You quickly told him. He nodded and the two of you fled. Running inside the taxi as soon as the taxi door opened. You told the driver to drive as fast as he could to the address. He did and soon enough were you at their door. You sprinted inside to see John holding Mary's hand who was screaming in pain. You ran to their side with Sherlock.

"W-We have to wait for the a-ambulance." Mary whimpered

"Mary, the ambulance will take forever to get here, we've got a taxi outside." You said softly

"I AM NOT GIVING BIRTH IN A TAXI!" She screeched

"You won't have to Mary, you won't be completely dilated when we enter the taxi, the drive will take 5 minutes at most, come on Mary. Do it for the child." Sherlock told her blankly

Mary sobbed but nodded, knowing that taking the taxi would be the best plan at the moment as the labour pains grew worse. John helped Mary to her feet, leading her to the door. You grabbed the hospital bag which John and Mary had packed beforehand thankfully. And soon enough was Mary in the taxi, the taxi driver looked at all of you, slightly bewildered.

"Is she giving birth in my taxi!?!" The cabbie's eyes were wide

"If you don't fucking drive to the hospital fast enough then I might!?!" Mary screamed which made the cabbie shut up immediately. He started to drive to the hospital, as fast as he could. Mary cried and held onto John. Sherlock sat beside you, searching through his mind palace for information about woman's pregnancy but failed to retrieve any info.

John was muttering soothing words to Mary but she turned to him and spat "IF YOU BLOODY SAY 'THE PAIN WILL BE OVER SOON' AGAIN, I WILL BURN EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR BLOODY JUMPERS JOHN HAMISH WATSON!?!?!" Mary cried in pain, the cabbie remained quiet and finally you arrived at the hospital. Mary was helped out by John and yourself. Sherlock opened the doors, the doctors and nurses ran over and helped Mary to a delivery room with John by her side. You and Sherlock stood back, unable to go with them as you weren't classed as 'Family' in the doctor's eyes.

You looked at Sherlock, he sighed and the two of you wandered to the waiting room. Looking at the plain white walls of the waiting room with boredom, Sherlock seemed to be looking around the room, probably deducing some of the folks that were sitting around. It seemed like ages before a disheveled John walked into the waiting room, a bandage around his hand.

"Follow me." He smiled and led you and Sherlock to the room in which Mary was sitting in the bed with a little bundle in her arms. Exhaustion was clearly seen on her face.

"H-Hey." She spoke softly, trying not to disturb the little bundle in her arms.

"A little girl?" You asked and to which Mary nodded with a weak smile

"Name?" Sherlock asked

Mary looked at John, John nodded and looked at you and Sherlock

"Her name is Violet Sherlock Watson." John looked at the both at you and quickly added

"And would you two like to be godparents?"

Sherlock seemed to be taken aback, you looked at him and tried to snap him out of this state

"Oh god he's done it again, he did this when I asked him to be my best man!" John groaned in annoyance

You rose a brow "And how do we snap him out of it."

John looked at you "You don't..."

You all looked at him, waiting for him to finally register what was going on. Suddenly, he returned back to reality

"You want me? To be your child's..."

"Godfather, Yes Sherlock we are asking this of you and of (YN)." Mary smiled

Sherlock looked at you, you smiled and nodded. Sherlock looked at Mary and John and was able to say "Yes, I will take the honour as Violet's godfather."

"And you (YN)?" Mary asked with a smile

"Of course I will, Mary." Smiling at the her in return

John smiled and went over to pat Sherlock on the back and as soon as he did, the newest arrival awoke and cried out "That reminds me, its time for Violet to meet her Godparents."

John made the both of you take a seat, John took the small infant into his arms, walking over to you and Sherlock. He stood in front of Sherlock, Sherlock looked slightly confused

"Let (YN) hold the baby, I've never held a child in my arms before. I fear I may drop the child if I do." He spoke quickly, John ignored him and taught Sherlock how to hold Violet, you leaned to look at the small child. Soon enough was Sherlock holding the infant, he was sat up straight, frozen in that position.

"She's beautiful Mary, perfect mixture of the both of you." You looked at the two who were smiling proudly.

"She's rather quiet, the infants I have met are usually annoying and screaming..." Sherlock muttered, You smiled and touched the infant's cheek softly

TIMESKIP~~~~~~~~~~

You and Sherlock were about to leave, Mary had to be kept in the hospital overnight, just to be positive that her and little Violet were alright. Sherlock had left the room already, you were talking to Mary and John for a little longer

"Do you think you and Sherlock would ever... you know. Settle down like us with a child?" Mary asked, You looked at her with sad eyes

"Sure, I've thought about that sort of life, but I don't think Sherlock would want that. He's a free spirit, craving cases like nicotine, I don't think he'd want that life. We've never discussed it..." You told them with a soft smile

"I see..." Mary sighed, you smiled "Well you three have a nice night, I'll see you three later." Leaving the room, you gulped and closed the door. You made your way over to Sherlock "Ready to go?" You asked

Sherlock nodded and led you to the taxi bay. Soon enough were the two of you enroute to Baker Street, images of the make believe future you imagined were running past your eyes. You shook them off, focusing on the view outside of the window of the taxi. The taxi soon parked in front of 221B, you let yourself out of the taxi but couldn't stop your mind from creating the future you somewhat wanted before you, the sound of laughter rang in your ears, you knew that this was just your mind playing with you but you couldn't help think that this future was something you craved.

Your eyes diverted often as you walked up the staircase to the flat, eyes wandered around the flat as you held your gym bag close to you. You put it down and sat down, relaxing. Sherlock walked in soon after, a hidden emotion was blurring his eyes like a fog at sea. He walked over, dropping his coat to the ground as he walked over to you with serious intent in his eyes. You stayed in your seat till he pulled you up from your seat. His eyes withheld uncertainty and unpredictability as his hands remained on your shoulders.

He suddenly pulled you to him, locking lips harshly. Your eyes widened in shock as you stared into his open eyes. He held you close and almost waited for you to respond, you let your eyes close and your arms coiled around his neck. The actions made between the both of you escalated further, his touch no longer felt like feathers upon your skin, they almost dug into your skin. The atmosphere was filled with rapid motions and was filled with an unknown feeling that built up inside your chest.

In the back of your mind you kept thinking 'Sherlock doesn't do this type of thing.. What's gotten into him.' but you kept pushing it away as you admitted to yourself that you were enjoying every second of this...

Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey Time Skip~~~~

You awoke slowly, surrounded in clothes and ornaments that were pushed from their places on the dresser. You looked around and spotted the marks on your skin which were there as a reminder of last night's events. Red marks imprinted on your skin but wouldn't leave bruises were laid across your body, almost like a pattern. Turning to look at Sherlock, he was fast asleep with almost the exact same pattern imprinted on his pale skin. You smiled and rose to your feet, finding something to wear laid on a chair. You soon changed and walked towards the door of the bedroom, sneaking into the livingroom. You spotted Sherlock's scarf and coat were messily dumped on the ground, you picked it up gently and brushed off any dust and shook out any wrinkles from the jacket but soon spotted that something had fallen out of the coat.

You rose a brow and quickly hung up the jacket, walking over to the object that had fallen out. It was a letter, addressed to both you and Sherlock.

Sherlock had already opened it, that could clearly be seen. You slipped your hand into the envelope to pull out the letter

The letter read

'To Mr Sherlock Holmes & Miss (YN) (LN),

Mr Moriarty has been receiving therapy and psychiatric help for the past year and we believe that his treatments and sessions could be improved if the both of you could appear in one of the sessions with him. Only one session would be needed. We can see that he had deep set issues and the two of you's names are a regular names mentioned by him in every one of his sessions that he has with me, If it would be alright for the two of you to come to the session, his next session is next week on Friday 24th June at 12:45. If you please could contact Pentonville Prison to confirm if the both of you are willing to join his session. I hope this letter finds you in good health.

Yours sincerely

Doctor Maria Warrington (Certified Psychologist and Therapist of Pentonville Prison)'

Your hands gripped the letter, teeth clenched as thoughts ran through your mind

'Was Sherlock going to tell you about this or not?'

'Was he going to ignore the request'

'Was he going to act like nothing happened?'

You heard the bedroom door open, you had your back to the living-room door. Footsteps drew nearer, you clutched the letter tighter. Your breathing synced with Sherlock's as he entered the living-room. His hand reached to touch your shoulder and

with an emotionless tone you spoke

"When were you going to tell me..." You didn't turn around, your mix of emotions made your hands shake a little. Sherlock didn't respond, he remained silent, his hand still rested upon your shoulder.

Hands still clutching the letter, you had a burst of anger and upset in your heart so with a sudden turn were you now facing him. Eyes locked, the both of you were now at a stalemate. Silence reigned between you two and the only sound to be heard was the deafening sound of the commuting Londoners enroute home.

You glared at him "I'll rephrase that.."

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, tell me this... Were you going to tell me about this letter? And I want the truth."

No response, silence still reigned. You became aggravated with his attitude and was about to ask him again when you saw his mouth open and that two letter word you dreaded fell from his lips.

No...

End of Chapter 4 ~~~~~

A/N -

Hello my little tacos and cupcakes,

I'm back I guess. I worked very hard on this chapter as this is one of my first few fanfictions which I've written about in a while. I'm happy to be back online and posting chapters for you guys. I will mostly be working on, series wise, on A Detective's devoted heart and Dancing with the Devil. For oneshots, It will mostly be Supernatural and Avengers but I will also be working on some Hamilton Oneshots as I'm completely obsessed and so is my girlfriend who also writes Lams (Hamilton and Laurens) fanfics on Tumblr if you are interested, her name on it is 'NonStop-Imagines'. So if you like Hamilton you can check her ficlets and oneshots on there. Its nearly summer so that means you can say that updates will be definitely more frequent than they have been. I would also like to thank you all for the messages of support that you left on my last A/N. I have screenshotted every message sent to me and they are permanently saved on my phone. I hope you enjoyed this 'Getting back into this story' chapter and I will tell you that more exciting things will be happening in the next chapter so look out for that ;) Anyways, I think I've written a long enough author's note right now and I think you're already bored of my rambling so I'll end it here. Thank you for reading my chapter and I hope you enjoyed it! I'll see you all in the next chapter!

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