Hi. Time for the third chapter. Thanks to Miko Hayashi for reviewing and anyone else who follows, favourites or reads. Hope you enjoy.

P.S. just thought you should know this takes place between The Blind Banker and The Great Game. So that means Moriarty should be popping up soon. Yay.

Layla's POV

No one says anything in the cab, I can feel the tension. St Bart's is probably a research place or a hospital, I can't imagine it being a church. We pull up outside a large white building. On the side it says 'St BARTHOLOMEW'S HOSPITAL'. So it is a hospital. We walk in in silence. Seriously, someone needs to say something. I would but...I don't really want to be the one to break the silence. We enter the morgue. Awesome.

"Molly," I hear Sherlock say, "get some syringes."I turn to look at a woman with medium length, light brown hair and a warm face. She smiles, but her smile freezes when she notices us.

"Umm...Sherlock. No kids allowed." she says timidly

"Don't worry Molly, they're his." says John.

"HIS!" Molly's suddenly loud voice shocks me, but I can tell it shocks John and Sherlock more.

"We don't know that they're mine. They could just be common liars."

"Sherlock. Look at them. They look just like you."

"I keep telling you John. Just because they look like me, doesn't mean they're mine."

"They are so obviously yours that-"

"Can we just do the test?" I find myself saying, "We can just clarify."

"See. She gets it."

"You're still my dad."

"I might not be-"

"Just do the test already." he scowls at me and I laugh. He seems shocked at my reaction, like he was expecting me to shout at him or something. He swiftly turns around.

"Molly. Where are the syringes?"

"Umm...Well..."

"I'll get them myself." And Sherlock heads off.

When Layla had laughed, Sherlock had felt a strange, warm feeling. He seldom felt this feeling. He felt it when he was with John on occasion, but he was still unused it. He didn't know what it was, and he did not like asking others for answers he could easily discover for himself. However, he had still not determined what this feeling was. Perhaps he would ask John. Unlikely.

Sherlock did the DNA test without saying a word. He watched as Molly and Layla talked. Random nonsense about school and jobs and stupid stuff that no one cared about. Why did people have to be so ordinary? Everyone was so stupid and he still couldn't understand why. He had wanted to do some experiments on human children but Mycroft had forbade it. Stupid Mycroft. If he had known about the children sooner he could have used them and Mycroft couldn't have said a thing. Subconsciously, he knew the children were his. But he just wanted to 'clarify' as Layla had said. Sherlock thought of her laugh again. It was light and silvery. Maybe it was the frequency that had caused that strange sensation. He would have to conduct some more experiments.

Layla's POV

Molly's lovely. Even though I look atrocious and I can't imagine I smell much nicer, she talks to me like I'm an old friend. I see the way she looks at Sherlock, I wouldn't mind her being my mum. We go and get some coffee whilst Sherlock does his science mumbo-jumbo. We pass John and Connor as we leave the morgue. They're talking about the army, Connor looks genuinely happy for the first time in ages. I give him a quick smile as we walk past and he beams back. He's always wanted to join the army. I can tell John's been in the army, I just hopes he manages to dissuade Connor. I've not got anything against the army, but physical confrontation has never been my thing and I really don't want to lose my brother as well.

Molly hasn't asked why we're here yet. I hope she doesn't, I haven't said it out loud yet. I don't want to say she's gone yet, because it doesn't seem real. One second she was there, and we were arguing, and then she was gone. I was left without a scratch, just a few bruises. She was left without a life.

"Layla. Are you ok?" Molly asks. My mind must have drifted. She had been talking about Toby, her cat. I've always wanted a cat.

"Yeah, sorry. I spaced out. Toby sounds so cute. Have you got any pictures?"

Molly get her phone out and shows me a picture of a really fluffy cat with white and brown fur.

"Awww. He's so cute"

"I know, right? He's so adorable." I nod in approval as we get the coffee and head back to the morgue. I think Molly and I are friends. I've never really had friends, I'm glad I've made one. We get the coffee and begin to walk back to the morgue, chatting all the way. I don't think I've ever met anyone as nice as Molly. We somehow manage to get onto the topic of boyfriends. For some reason that I can't comprehend, boys have always been attracted to me, but I've never really been interested in them. I've got more important stuff to worry about. Molly tells me about this guy she fancies called Jim, he works in IT. He seems lovely, I hope they get together. I've noticed that Sherlock ignores her a bit. My dad is an idiot. He's ignoring one of the most amazing people ever. Molly is clever, and funny, and kind. I have to admit, she deserves someone who at least pays attention to her.

When we enter the morgue Sherlock is still doing science stuff. Suddenly he stands up.

"Layla, Connor. You will be staying with us from now on." He walks out of the morgue. Connor and I share a look of both happiness and shock. We really weren't expecting our dad to be this spontaneous. He can't just walk off and expect people to follow him. But I really need a shower, and the only place I'm going to get that is at Baker Street. I say a quick goodbye to Molly as Connor, John and I follow Sherlock to wherever the hell he is going. I am going to have to find a way of stopping him just walking off. I've only known him a day and I don't think I could live with this for the rest of my life. Wow. I have a dad. And I don't have to go into care. My face breaks into a smile. Things are looking up for the first time in what feels like forever.