I scurried back to my flat as quickly as possible. At this point I couldn't fathom what information about me Sherlock held in his mind palace. I suppose it all depends on what connections Mycroft gave him. Access to UNIT probably, but Kate surely didn't say much. Nonetheless, I had massive clean-up now. All of my personal research, my old diary notes, Time Lord lore I remembered, everything went into my closet. Only my most basic research stayed in messy stacks on the table.

    My loft now not able to be called a disaster zone, I grabbed a scarf to wrap up in and settled down in my chair only to hear the doorbell ring.

    "Damnit." I cursed under my breath.  Wrapping the scarf around my neck and chest I jumped over leftover piles of paper to get to the door. Another ring, followed by banging. "I am coming! Just calm yourself Sherlock." I swung the door open  with a smile.

    "Here's our research so far." Sherlock shoved a packet into my arms.

    "Hello to you too." I grumbled. 

    "Do you have any coffee or tea? Watson forgot to allow time to stop for some." Sherlock asked, rummaging through all my drawers.

    "Stop Sherlock." I snapped unintentionally. "You're not going to find anything." Watson stood still in the doorway, while Sherlock froze in the midst of filing through a cabinet.

    "I beg your pardon?" He tried to look confused,  But I caught the knowing glint in his eyes.

    "Sit down, in the living area." I followed him in and sat down across. "You're not here about the Doctor, not really anyway. Are you?"

    "It's a confidential case, you wouldn't understand." Watson tried to rationalize with me.

    "if it's not associated with the Doctor, then how am I involved? Why did you come here instead of having me come to England?"

    "Because there's something, or someone, you're afraid of there." Sherlock stated coolly.

    "Excuse me?" I stopped a nervous laugh from blowing my sense of confidence. Sherlock grabbed my old laptop.

    "This; there's a layer of dust thick enough to indicate that you haven't used it in about..." he wiped the top off with his pointer finger. "Eighteen months? You've tried to keep it out of sight as best as possible as if there was something so repulsive inside that you couldn't bear to touch it. You've even gone as far as to buy a new computer despite this working perfectly fine. Now, the eighteen months; about that same time a video surfaced, didn't it?" He flipped the laptop open.

    'Did you miss me?' I winced at the sound of Moriarty's voice booming out into the room on repeat.

    "Alright, so I've encountered Moriarty." I kept my voice as level and calm as humanly possible. "One encounter is enough for anyone to become repulsed by him."

    "But you're not repulsed, you're afraid. Your voice is rapidly changing pitches sporadically, the same way any normal person's voice would if they were making an appalling attempt at covering up fear."

    "Oh shut up!" I snapped, engaged at his monologue. "I was so happy the day I heard that he died, and I knew from the start that you had faked your death. When that bloody clip came up on my screen, I was scared, yes, but not for long because I was relieved that you were alive. But being in the same room with you now, I wish I had killed you when he told me to!" I froze, terrified at the mistake I made. Beyond that, the fact that it was Sherlock's plan all along was infuriating. Watson stared at me in shock, slowly but surely processing what I said. But Sherlock already knew, and worst of all he rubbed it in my face with that awful grin of his. The 'I won by cheating and manipulating you into failing and I'm proud of it.' Look.

    "I want you to leave, both of you. Whatever information you wanted from me you got, so just get out of my sight, apartment, country, just... out of my life." With my last words hanging in the cold silence I left the room, opting for the safety of my bedroom. I slammed the door behind me only to slump to the for against it. Through it, I could hear Watson scolding Sherlock.

    "You are a narcissistic prick Sherlock for treating her that way. We knew coming here that she had a past with Moriarty's network, you didn't need her to say it out loud. When we get back to England, I'll make sure that the baby won't be allowed in the same building with you."

    "Good, I'm rubbish at changing diapers. I have all the information I need, so we'll head to UNIT early."

    "You head on, I'm going to check on her."

    "Why? She's fine; this isn't the first time she's reacted to someone this way."

    "Sherlock!"

    "Fine, I need to call Mycroft. I'll be downstairs in the lobby." The front door slammed, and I heard Watson sigh exasperatedly. Within a few seconds, his footsteps were on the other side of the bedroom door.

    "Jenna, I'm sorry he's-"

    "It's fine." I said dismissively. "I lashed out, and I shouldn't have."

    "He shouldn't have provoked you like that though."

    "But that's what he does, isn't it?"

    "I suppose it is, sometimes." A few moments of silence followed, until Watson cleared his throat. "I understand if you don't want to talk about what happened in England, but if you do I'll listen."

    "Sherlock knows, you could ask him."

    "Well, he'll be snotty about it, and there is still the chance of him not getting it right. I'll leave my number on your table, just in case. Bye." I heard him walk away, and the door open. Before I fully realised what I was doing, I rushed out to stop him.

    "Wait! Doctor Watson sir?"

    "Yes?"

    "If you'll stay, I'll tell you. It's better for you to get the whole, true story, not the Sherlocked version." We both sat down in the living area. It was then I started to get cold feet.

    "If you don't want to talk about it, don't force yourself to."

    "But I do, I think I need to." I cleared my mind with a deep breath and began my story.

    "I've been searching for the Doctor for most my life. I met him once, when I was little, and he opened up all types of new galaxies and worlds to me. He promised to take me with him. Then he left me; in his defence though, he thought I was dead. But obviously I wasn't. Anyway, my search led me to England. When I got there, I was destitute. No money, no job, no shelter. I was sleeping with kids who had run away to get wasted and high. After a couple of months like that, a  couple of Moriarty's men came to recruit kids. I jumped at their offer for safety and food like practically everyone else, why shouldn't I have?" I faltered; that decision is one I still beat myself up over.

    "Things weren't too bad. I hacked computer systems and databases for him, I was good at it too. Soon he had me separated from the others. I got my own, nice apartment. But the things I was being told to do, they became more and more horrific. I didn't like it, and snapped when I was told to find people to be suicide bombers in his game with Sherlock." A flash of the old woman's voice before she was set off froze me.

    "What happened?"

    "I refused to find the first victim. After that, Moriarty found me and threatened to have me sent to Baskerville to be killed and experimented on. When I still refused, he beat me and locked me in my apartment with no electricity or hot water for days. Needless to say, I caved in after three."

    "You never went to someone?"

    "It's Moriarty! I couldn't, that's why I was so happy that he was dead.  That day was the day I finally felt free."

    "If you felt free, why are you here?"

    "Well, that feeling was short lived. I got attacked by some of Moriarty's stragglers, was beat up pretty bad. Luckily UNIT helped me get over here discreetly. So I've been going by Jenna, focusing on finding the Doctor, and it's been going well... at least until today. If Moriarty really is alive, I'm probably going to need to run again." Watson leaned  over and took my hand with a smile.

    "You don't need to run, my wife Mary and I can help you back in England, Sherlock can help get rid of Moriarty for good, but we'll need your cooperation and trust. Can we have that?" I stared at him blankly. Inside my mind, I felt as if I were being pulled apart. The thought of being back in England was enticing; I could focus more on the Doctor, and America had barely any helpful information or sightings. But living so far from the center of Moriarty's network meant I didn't get attacked. Besides, neither Watson or Sherlock appeared to know who  I was, and I wasn't sure if I wanted them to know.

    "You're going to UNIT yeah? When you get there, ask for access to the Soldier Files, code 8394-1191999." Watson stared at me. "Yeah, I know, it's a long-ass code. The files need protecting. I'll write it down, just... don't get mad. And don't tell Sherlock." I wrote the code down and handed it to him.

    "We will see you again, right?" Watson asked as he got up.

    "Probably." I got up to follow him to the door. "If I think I can help."  We said our goodbyes, then Watson left. With a sigh, I settled into my normal search routine. Multiple hours passed before my phone rang.

    "Hello?"

    "Jen? It's  Martha Jones. Doctor Watson is here asking about The Soldier Files. Did you give him the code?"

    "Yes, I think I can trust him."

    "And Sherlock?"

    "No! Please don't let him read them."

    "Why not?"

    "He reminds me too much of Moriarty."

    "He'll figure it out. You know he will!"

    "I know, I know. but I'll figure something out before then."

    "Alright then, I'll let Watson in."

    "Thanks Martha."

    "You're welcome. And Jen?"

    "Yes?"

    "When you find the Doctor, tell him he's welcome to come over to the flat. Mickey and I want him to meet the kids."

    "Of course. Bye." I hung up, feeling unsure about the decision. At the moment however, all I could do was wait for the morning sunlight to reveal the truth.

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