16 years ago, two years after the fall, Bethany's point of view.
"You two have fun." I smiled, ushering John and Mary out the door. They 've been dating for a year and a hallf now, John was planning on proposing to her tonight.
I moved into Mary's apartment straight after faking my death, no one dared to mention Sherlock. I groaned when Adeline started crying. She's one and a bit now, it's hard to look at her sometimes because her eyes are exactly the same colour as her dads.
I picked her up out of her crib, wrapping her legs around my waist and carrying her into the lounge where I sat down on the sofa. I kicked my feet up on the table and turned the tv on, frowning at the tv.
"Amidst unprecedented scenes, there was uproar in court as Sherlock Holmes was vindicated and cleared of all suspicion but sadly, all this comes too late for the detective who became something of a celebrity two years ago, Questions are now being asked as to why police let matters get so far. Sherlock Holmes fell to his death from the top of London's Bart's Hospital. Although he left no note, friends say it's unlikely he was able to cope with the death of Betha-" I turned the tv off.
I knew the father of my daughter was dead I didn't need to watch it on the news. I jumped slightly when someone knocked on the door, don't say John left the ring here. I put Addy back down in her crib and grabbed some water from the table, taking a sip of it as I opened the door.
I choked a little when I saw the man standing in front of me, my hand automatically colliding with his face in an audible bitch slap.
"Sherlock Holmes you utter cock!" I shouted before wrapping my arms around his neck. I couldn't stop myself, I wanted to be angry but my God have I missed him.
"Ouch." He whispered when I finally let go of him, "What was that for?"
"You're lucky I haven't slapped you again, what are you doing here?" I asked, eyes darting around the corridor.
"Can i come in?" He asked, taking a step forward.
I stumbled in front of him, "N-no, Sherlock you can't come in."
"Why?" he frowned slightly, "And why are you wearing white jeans you normally wear a black skirt."
"It's been two years, fashion has changed. You just can't come in Sherlock, you have to go." I said.
"Mycroft told me." He said, looking down slightly, "Can i see her?"
"Ah, Mycroft new, of course. Remind me to punch him next time I see him," I clenched my fists slightly before letting go, "Sherlock you can't see her."
"What? Why?" He half-shouted.
"Sherlock you disappeared for two years. If you can promise you'll stay then you can come in and see her and spend time with her but if you can't then..once, you can come in now and see her but if you can't promise you'll stay you can't be here." I shook my head. I knew it was harsh but if I was going to raise my child without a father I'd do it from an early age instead of having him be ripped away from her at God knows what age.
He walked past me into the living room and hovered over Adeline's crib. I sat down on the sofa with my legs crossed. After about five minutes he left, "You too Bethany." He said before closing the door.
I knew exactly what he meant and my mind went straight to the night on the rooftop.
"I love you Sherlock."
"I know."
I still love him. I'm a high-functioning sociopath I get a feeling and I can't get rid of it, it's not often I get feelings so when I do they're strong. It makes sense.
Prensent, Adeline Holmes' Point Of View
I rolled my eyes as the girls a few rows in front of me grimaced, my professor had put a picture of a dead body on the board. Masidon Donovan in the front row stood up and began babbling, "With the condition the body is in it's obviously only been dead about 30 minutes, judjing by the background I'd say they're still at the crime scene, I'd say by the hole in the head he was shot with an M1919 Browning."
I groaned loudly and stood up, "You're wrong. The neck and face of the mans body are turning a green-blue colour, this man has been dead for approximately 24 hours. You got the make of gun right but it's impossible for only one bullet to come out of a machine gun it ws and M1918. The man could be in the crime scene but dear, the man isn't wearing a shirt, there's a white sheet covering him and feet near his head, obviosly they're located in a morgue." I sat back down, grinning as Donovan scowled.
"You probably shouldn't look so happy." Amy Hooper whispered, I shrugged, this stuff always made me excited.
After classes, I walked home with Amy, she didn't live far from my house. I unlocked the door and stumbled in, throwing my bag on the floor, "Mum I'm home!" I shouted, no reply.
I walked upstairs to see everything the way it should be. Nice and clean. All but one coffee mug, one clean coffee mug lying on the floor. I frowned and picked it up to see four words written on the outside of the mug with Sharpie.
Go to Baker Street.
Authors note: Ask and I shall deliver, here's your sequel. There are going to be a heck load of new characters, most old characters had kids, e.g. Sally Donovan's daughter is Madison Donovan and Molly Hooper's is Amy Hooper. I'm not to sure what I'm going to do with this story so if you have anything at all, any ships you would like throw it down in the comments (please). Bye! -Rachel.