After I 'died' I moved into a small town and had a baby boy six months later. I named him Matthew Hamish Holmes. Of course I don't say his last name when I introduced him, because it would become too obvious.

I dyed my hair blonde and changed my name. Nicole Price. That made my son Matthew Hamish Price. I also mastered an American accent. When Matthew turned one, I moved back to London, and moved into 221C. John now lives with his girlfriend. Mrs. Hudson didn't even know.

Poor Mrs. Hudson. She doesn't know it's me. No one lives in 221 Baker Street except for the two of us. She misses John and Sherlock and I dearly. She told me all about us, when she came up for morning tea. I even went to Sherlock and I's graves with her once a week.

I got a job at a pub, and when I was at work, Mrs. Hudson gladly took care of Matthew. I actually met a woman there named Mary, and it turns out that she was John's girlfriend. We eventually got to be great best friends. I re-met John a few times, and he has a mustache.

I don't like it. And Neither did Mary. She's told me.

Mary's visited my place every once and awhile, Mrs. Hudson was never there when she visited, though, for some reason. Sometimes she was out, other times she was just in her flat.

Another year passed and Matthew was almost two. He's smart for a two year old, but I guess that's because his father was a genius. He looks a lot like Sherlock, too. He has his beautiful colorful eyes and his hair, except it was straight. Mine was wavy and Sherlock's was curly. Matthew can say complete sentences with ease and can get up and down the stairs without using the railing. And he can read well.

The next day I was working in the pub when John came up to me.

"Hey, John. The usual?" I asked.

"Yes, please. Thank you." John answered before sighing.

I placed the beer in front of him, "What's wrong?"

"I just came from Sherlock's grave." He replied.

"Did you see the news this morning? They cleared his name." I said.

"Yes, I just wish they would have done it sooner, not two years after his death." John responded.

"What else? I can tell something else is bothering you." I asked.

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box and showed me a ring, "Tonight I'm going to ask Mary to marry me."

I smiled and jumped a bit, "Oh my gosh, John! She's going to be so happy!"

"You think?"

"Yes! She loves you, John. She's told me many times." I replied. "How are you going to ask her?"

"I'm taking her out to dinner tonight... then I'm just going to ask her." He answered.

"Mary will say yes, John. I'm positive."

"I'm going to talk to Mrs. Hudson now about it." John said.

"Really? I'm sure she'll be happy for you. She misses you very much." I told him.

After a small talk with John, he finished his drink and left for 221B Baker street. Another few hours and my shift was over and I went back to 221C. I grabbed Matthew from Mrs. Hudson's and we talked about what John said. Of course, Mrs. Hudson still thought John was gay.

After talking with her, I left to get Matthew some dinner. I made him some mac n' cheese and we watched the Lion King. I then put him to bed and asked Mrs. Hudson to keep an eye on him while I left to Mary's. I helped her get dressed for her special dinner tonight, and she kept asking why I was so excited. After I left her house I went back to my flat and checked on Matthew before going into my room.

While looking for some sleeping clothes and an outfit for the next day, I found something that made me tear up.

Sherlock's scarf.

It was the one I got him for Christmas. It was almost exactly like his old one, except I had his initials sewn into this scarf. He wrapped it around my neck just before he jumped. I placed it on my desk before getting dressed and falling asleep.

I was woken up from my mobile phone ringing and it was Mary.

"You'll never guess what happened..."

And it was nothing I expected. John didn't propose to her, no, no, no. Because someone interrupted. Who? Sherlock bloody Holmes! I quickly ended the phone call, not believing what she said. Sherlock was dead. I saw him jump from the roof, and John saw him fall. He's dead.

But, if he really is alive... he'll be coming back here. And soon. I stood up and shoved the scarf away in a drawer and put on my robe.

I heard Mrs. Hudson's radio playing and I knew she was doing the dishes. She always liked listening to the radio while cleaning. I heard her scream and I ran upstairs,

"Mrs. Hudson! What-"

I stopped when I got upstairs and saw a man in a dark coat with dark and curly hair with amazing eyes.

"Right. Probably should've warned you." I said sheepishly.

Sherlock stared at me with the deduction look, "How did you know I was alive?"

"I'm friends with Mary and John. She called earlier, telling me about you. I was a bit shocked. Everyone said you were dead." I answered.

"Who are you?"

"Nicole Price... Hi." I replied. "I live in 221C."

"Mmm. American." He studied me for a second and I thought that he figured out who I was.

Then he turned to Mrs. Hudson, "Is Amelia sleeping?"

My eyes widened. He didn't know who I was. Mrs. Hudson turned away with tears in her eyes and I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"It's okay, Mrs. Hudson. I'll tell him. You go get a cup of tea." I told her before grabbing Sherlock's arm and he looked down at me with confusion, "Come on, I'll make you a drink and tell you what happened."

Sherlock let me bring him up the stairs, and I tried my hardest not to yell, scream, or cry. I had him sit down on his chair while I made tea.

"Are you going to tell me about Amelia or what? Nobody will tell me. I asked John and my brother, but they changed the subject." Sherlock said.

"That's because things became different after you 'died'. At least, that's what they told me. John became distant, moved out within a few months with Mary. Amelia couldn't take it anymore." I replied as the water boiled and I sat down in John's chair.

"What do you mean 'couldn't take it anymore'?"

"She's dead, Sherlock. Committed suicide in your room." I answered.

Sherlock's eyes widened and he froze, not speaking. I sat there for a moment, staring at him, before the kettle screamed and I stood up to pour the tea.

I put some sugar and cream in before returning to the living room and I saw tears in Sherlock's eyes as I set the cup next to him, it nearly broke my heart.

"How?"

"I read the papers. It was some sort of pill. The same pills from that case you worked... the, uh, Study in Pink?" I replied.

"She told me she threw them away." He muttered.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. I was told you two were close." I said

"Yes, we were." Sherlock replied, and took a small drink of his tea, "How did you know how I take it?"

"Just a guess, really." I smiled.

The door opened and I looked over and saw Matthew with his blanket and his thumb in his mouth.

"You're supposed to be asleep." I told him before picking him up.

"Who's this?" Matthew asked, looking at Sherlock.

"Neighbor. Just came up to have a chat." I turned to look at Sherlock, "It was nice to meet you, Sherlock."

I put Matthew back to bed and got ready myself before falling asleep. The next morning I remembered that when I was going through Sherlock's cupboards, there wasn't any food. I told Mrs. Hudson that I was going out for about an hour and went to buy food. I bought the stuff that I usually did when I lived with Sherlock and came back and Matthew followed me up the stairs, carrying some bags with him. The light ones, of course.

"Don't be smart." I heard Mycroft's voice.

"That takes me back. 'Don't be smart, Sherlock, I'm the smart one'." Sherlock said in a high voice.

"I am the smart one." Mycroft replied.

"I used to think I was an idiot."

"Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock. We had nothing to go on, until we met other children." Mycroft said.

"Oh, yes, that was a mistake." Sherlock replied.

"Ghastly. What were they thinking of?" Mycroft asked.

"Probably something about trying to make friends." Sherlock answered.

"Oh, yes. 'Friends'. Of course, you go in for that sort of thing now." Mycroft replied and I stepped inside with Matthew.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock asked and the two men looked at me.

"Your kitchen's empty. So, I bought you food. Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson told me what you like. Come on, Matthew." I looked down at my son and we went into the kitchen.

Sherlock and Mycroft continued talking while Matthew and I put away the food. When I was done I picked up Matthew and went into the living room and saw Mrs. Hudson.

"I don't believe we met." Mycroft said, holding out a hand, "Mycroft Holmes."

I shook it, "Nicole Price."

"And who's this?" Mycroft asked, looking at Matthew.

"My name's Matthew!" My son exclaimed.

"Hmmm." Mycroft showed one of his tight smiles, "How old is he?"

"Almost two." I answered.

"Ah, so he's very intelligent." Mycroft commented.

I smiled and looked down at Matthew, "Yeah, he knows." I looked at Mrs. Hudson, "Can you take him?"

"Of course, dear." Mrs. Hudson answered and took Matthew from my arms.

"Thank you." I called out as she left.