~~~ Last Time~~~

Her mouth opened in surprise as the paper slipped out of her hands, fluttering to the floor.

"I'll be seeing you."

~~~ This Time ~~~

Anguirus stood up quickly, her knees bumping roughly against the table as she hurried into her bedroom. She had made that room a reflection of who she wanted to be. She became what she wanted to be. Normal. That's all she wanted in the world. How could this happen? Anguirus opened her closet and yanked down the wooden pole, spilling all of her clothes onto the carpeted floor. She shook it and watched as a cell phone fell out of the hollowed center. Anguirus scrambled for it and turned it on, worried that Moriarty was going to burst through the door at any moment. She shot him in the liver. The bullet would have shredded it and he would have died. He had to be dead. Someone was messing with her.

Anguirus pressed hard on the only number in the phone and held it up to her ear with a shaking hand, listening to the rings. There were barely two of them before a recognizable voice rang out over the receiver. She had hoped to never hear Mycroft's voice ever again, but there it was, speaking briefly.

"Go to Holloway Airport. There will be a man with a sign that reads: "Gloria Sampson". Follow him."

That was it. Mycroft immediately hung up after that. Anguirus took a deep breath for a moment before hopping up and taking an already packed duffel bag from under her bed. She then turned to the corner of her where the most important thing sat. Anguirus picked it up and threw it over her shoulders before heading over to the window. She couldn't just leave through the front door. She opened it and climbed down the drain into the alley next to her apartment building. Anguirus put on a pair of sunglasses and stuffed her hair under a backwards cap before sticking a piece of gum in her mouth and walking right out onto the crowded street of people, chomping loudly. She hated gum. Despised even looking at the stuff. But, she kept some around because Anguirus wasn't the type to chew gum so loudly. She was, however, the type to wear a backwards cap. She found that out during her year of soul searching.

Anguirus took her her time getting to Holloway. If she was being followed, she wanted to look like just another tourist who was window shopping. She even went into one store and bought two shirts that read, "I Love Las Vegas". Being in that store also let her look at the people passing by the shop, seeing if any big men looked in at her a little too intently or followed her. She didn't spot any and left. She had just began to relax, to feel great about a future without any more crazy people stalking her.

She had been sure that she had killed him.

Anguirus finally arrived at the airport and right next to the door she saw a tall black man holding up the designated sign. She walked up to him and held out her hand, grinning and speaking with a southern accent while smacking her gum, "You must be my driver. How are ya?"

The man didn't take her hand, "I.D., ma'am?"

Anguirus dug into the cheesy fanny pack around her waist, "Nobody's got any trust these days." She pulled out her identification that said her name was Jackie Ball, the name she had been going by.

The man nodded and handed it back, "This way, Ms. Sampson."

Anguirus popped a bubble in response and followed him through the busy airport. She was glad for her sunglasses as her eyes darted to every single male face she saw, analyzing them. After what seemed like an entire maze, the man led her out of an exit towards the back of the airport and Anguirus spied the helicopter that sat close to the landing strip. She wasn't too fond of those. Every bad thing in her life involved a helicopter at some time or another. They were cursed objects. The man helped her step in before getting in as well and shutting the door tight. Immediately, Anguirus took out the gum from her mouth and stuck it under the seat, getting a disgusted look from her escort. She took off her hat and sunglasses as the flying machine lifted into the air and eyed the other two people with them. One was a rather beefy white guy and the other was a pretty woman, who paused her texting to look up at Anguirus to hand her a headset, which she said 'hi' into when the guest put it on.

She nodded to the thing around Anguirus' shoulders, "Cute."

"Thanks." Anguirus replied.

It was silent the whole way to wherever it was that they were going. She wasn't going to ask where, doubting that she'd receive an answer. It took a long time to get there and Anguirus wasn't like she was before. The old Anguirus would be observing every little thing and ready to kick some ass, but the new and improved Anguirus was tired, so she fell asleep. She had changed for a life of normalcy and with Moriarty seemingly alive, it might have been a bad thing. It might anger him and he'll just kill her or it'll bore him... and he'll kill her. She's dead, either way.

Anguirus can't die. Not now. She was finally happy.

She woke up when she felt the helicopter roughly land. For miles there was nothing but green pastures. Except for a large two story red house. The engine shut off and her escort opened the door, helping Anguirus, as well as the other lady who was glued to her phone, out of the helicopter and all three made their way to the house as the cursed machine started up again, preparing to fly away. When they were at the front gate, the woman smiled and patted Anguirus' back, "You're on your own, now. See you soon." She and the escort then left to go to a black car that was parked in the long driveway.

Anguirus looked up at the house and swung open the iron fence, walking up the walkway and knocking loudly on the wooden door that had a wreath on it with great confidence. Or, with no fear. There is a fine, but distinctive line between the two. She heard several footsteps hurry to the door before it swung open and she was welcomed by three familiar faces.

Mycroft, John, and Sherlock.

Her heart made a leap, the reality trying to settle in. She refused to let it.

The three men took in Anguirus, who had changed drastically from when they last saw her. Her nice long, dark red hair had been chopped off all the way to her shoulders and it was died blonde with natural light brown highlights. It was a shock. Her eyes were the same hazel, but there was definitely something different about them. There was actually a light in them whereas they used to be dead. Her skin was lightly tanned and her freckles popped more than ever. She was wearing a white sundress, which was even more shocking than the hair. But the biggest change; the most shocking, had three pairs of eyes on it.

"What is that?" John managed to choke out.

Anguirus looked down at the thing that hung from her shoulders and rested against her chest, its little eyes closed as it slept, "A baby."