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From Johns POV
The morning had started normally enough, when I woke up I could hear Lucy bustling about the flat, she was singing "Killer Queen" by Queen, while making the boys breakfast. This I assume was because the night before Sherlock had brought home a bottle of Moet et Chandon Champagne and it sat untouched on the otherwise empty wine rack. Since Lucy and the boys came to live with us at Baker Street. A trial period to be reviewed at any time we had all agreed, Mycroft had sent a car to take Simon to school at 7.30 every morning. It was now 7am, and I had 45 minutes to get up, dressed, showered breakfasted and walk to work. Lucy was singing so there was clearly no Sherlock this morning, I had a pang of regret, I dislike going to work without kissing him goodbye.
I had seen Simon off in Mycroft's ridiculous black Limo, and waved goodbye to Lucy and Junior. With a good 15 minutes left for the short walk to the clinic. When I arrived it was an early clinic of School kids with pretend stomachaches. Some genuinely ill workers who refused to have the day off, and the usual smattering of pensioners who for some unknown reason always block up these early sessions with complaints that could have waited for a normal appointment time. My shift was due to finish at 12.30, and I had sent Sherlock a number of texts throughout the day to remind him of this. If he was on a case, he would often tell me where he was so I could join him when I finished my shift. I was quite annoyed not only had he not told me he was going out on a case but not to answer my calls or texts was really getting me down. So I was pleasantly surprised when the text came through at 10.30.
Sherlock texts me all the time on a normal day, I often get texts from Lestrade and Harry. I occasionally get texts from Mycroft, but only once could I remember ever getting a text from Lucy, and that was when she had gone into labour. So when I saw her numbers come up, I was already worried.
Come home at once, very urgent, SOS. Lucy xxx
If that message had come from Sherlock or anyone else I would have ignored it, from Lucy I acted straight away. Telling Sarah I had to leave urgently and explaining the SOS, that Lucy was alone with her toddler, and now not answering her calls. She agreed to rebook my remaining patients, and made me promise to let her know what was happening as soon as I knew. We may no longer be together, but she has always been very understanding where my Godchildren are concerned.
I hurried home, my head spinning with possible scenarios. Lucy was for all her many faults an excellent mother, I couldn't imagine her letting anything happen to Junior, but accidents do happen. I had a nasty creeping feeling when I came to our home, the windows of the flat were open as they had been earlier that morning, but there were no lights on. Although it was midday in May Lucy always turned the lounge lights on when she was home, it drove Sherlock mad. When I opened the front door, Mrs Hudson with Junior in her arms greeted me.
"Oh doctor, Lucy said you would be home soon. She said I had to give the little one to you, and make sure you remembered to pick up his things before you took him out again." I was shocked and without saying a word took the toddler from her.
I walked up our stairs, and found the flat in disarray. Lucy's lecture notes lay scattered over the sofa, her pens and bagged upturned on the floor. By the still burning fire lay Juniors duplo blocks, we had been playing with them that morning, and he'd obviously been playing with them while Lucy waited for the nanny. When I looked at them he started wiggling and grabbing for them. I called for Lucy, or Sherlock but there was no answer and the flat was clearly empty. I walked to our bedroom, and lying on the bed was a note, weighed down with Lucy's phone. I put Junior on the floor, and snatched them up.
Dearest John,
I am so sorry for this, and I wish I could explain more to you. Firstly you must know that I trust you above all others with my boys, and whatever comes in the next few days you need to remember that. I have given you an hour, from the time I sent you the text message to the time you must be gone by. If you reacted to my text immediately, you will have about 40minutes left. I need you to pack bags for the boys, just some toys and stuff. Grab anything you might want to hide, the flat will be searched, a bag for yourself, and leave you phone. Mycroft will send a car for you when you're ready, trust him he will keep you all safe. Please don't think badly of me, I love you all. Please keep my boys together, you may need to collect Simon from school. Don't worry about Mrs Hudson she is well taken care of, as is Harry. Sherlock will be fine as I'm sure you know, as will I. I hope to see you all soon. Please take care of yourself.
All my love
Lucy
Xxx
The letter was short and scribbled, and my mind took in the room while I read it. Nothing seemed disturbed, so I assumed Lucy had left with nothing. I grabbed my Browning from the bedside cabinet and shoved it into my sports bag sitting in the wardrobe. Always packed for the moment's flight that comes with living with Sherlock I needed only to check it, and zip it. I picked up Junior again and went to the room Simon and John now shared. It had once been Sherlock's, but now contained two little beds and a vast amount of toys. Lucy kept a couple of large bags in that room for the boys things so I packed Juniors teddy and Simons few favorite toys, then some jumpers and pants and things, and finally the book Sherlock had been reading to them. Then looking around the flat, I grabbed the picture of us all at the boys Christening that I had started keeping on the mantelpiece, and carried Junior and the bags downstairs. I called goodbye to Mrs Hudson and stepped out into Baker Street, just as the large black Mercedes pulled up.
The Driver leapt out and helping me put my bags into the boot, opened the back door for me. I wasn't surprised to see that 'not' Anthea was sitting in the back, but was also grateful that Simon was already inside the car, strapped in carefully beside her. She took Junior from me, and while I settled into the car, strapped him into a waiting baby seat. I smiled weakly and thanked her, but before I could say another word, the door slammed closing us all inside and the car whisked away. My hour was up, and I vanished.
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