Title: And Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Chapter 4: The Truth

Author: Celeste Bloodfire

Rating: T

Description: While on a case Watson gets a call with some devastating news. Oren and his wife got in a car crash. As a result Sherlock and Watson gets a few new housemates. Sherlock believes Oren's crash may not be an accident.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. If I did Sherlock would have already fallen for Watson and vice versa.


Sherlock stared at Watson. He knew she was right, but that didn't make it an easy pill to swallow. So he didn't. He dismissed it by saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. I never do that." Watson threw her hands up in the air in a sign of exasperation. Every time he looked in the rear view mirror and tried to make small talk she would have her face in one infant seat or the other making silly faces at the twins. Completely ignoring him. It was infuriating.

She wanted him to talk to her but every time he tried she would pretend she couldn't hear him. After awhile he gave up. He started thinking about the events of the day and what he did wrong. Then it hit him where it hurt. She was afraid he was going to leave if anything was getting to serious. And to her that didn't even include a relationship. He understood now. She was afraid that he would stay long enough for the twins to get attached and then have a change of heart. And considering his behaviour back at the hospital she had reason to be afraid.

But even as that thought struck home his pride was getting the way. You are friends and partners, why do you need to worry about what she's afraid of. That's for her and the twins to worry about. His pride whispered in his ear. But you did do a lot of stepping up and cosying in to back out now. His conscience said. Great so as soon as Watson appologizes we'll be ship shape. Why should you have to appologize. She is living in your house, using one of your rooms for a nursery.His pride bit back. But you love her and the longer you wait to fix what YOU f***** up that longer it'll be before she trusts you again. His pride and his conscience continued to duke it out but as soon he got dropped Watson off he headed for the precinct.


Watson spent the rest of the ride home completely ignoring Sherlock's every attempt at small talk. Small talk wasn't what she wanted. And she was too sad and too angry to settle for less than what she wanted. When they got home Watson took both infants up to the basinets in her bedroom, turned on the baby moniter and left them to nap. She clipped the other half of the baby moniter to her oversized cover-alls. She grabbed the paint they had bought earlier that day and set to work on the nursery plugged in two sets of head phones. One into the baby moniter into one ear, and the other in to her iPod and into her other ear. She all she could hear was Haven and Rayne sleeping in the room and alt rock. No one knew she listened to alt rock when she's pissed it was her go to thing. Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Bullet For My Vallentine. When she was pissed it seemed like they were the only one to understand how she felt.

She had to stop every couple of hours to check on the babies, feed them and change their diaper. But other than that they never seemed to need picked up or held. She did has much of both as she could anyway. She knew the effects of not enough personal love given to a child at such a young age. Hell she lived with one. That made her think of Sherlock again. Understanding why he is the way he is, is different than being okay with it. He deserved to know when he was heading down an unstable, antisocial road, and as his friend she was going to tell him.

She stood back to look at her own hadiness and realized something. She had started painting over the wallpaper. Watson rolled her eyes she could not believe her own stupidity. All that done and she needed to start over. At least Sherlock bought enough paint.


Sherlock did what he always did when his social life got a little too hard. He delved deep into a case. Only this one was kind of hard. It usually took a little bit of thinking and then finding the proof to match his theory. But this one had him scratching his brain. When he finally realized the missing puzzle piece he wanted to hit himself. It was the missing puzzle piece nobody wanted to think about. There was a corrupt cop in that precinct, and pretty high up too, from the looks of it. He couldn't wait to tell Watson.

Having totally forgotten the argument they had in the car, Sherlock walked into the brownstone with a warm attitude finally glad to be making headway in the case, but when he found Watson he was greeted with so much cold contempt that he had to step back. But he was determined to see this conversation through. "We made headway in the case."

"Glad to hear it." She replied

"Aren't you even the least bit curious?" he asked

"No. I told you Sherlock. I am done with your 'I am better because I am smarter' attitude, and until such a day that I can work alongside you without it interfering with my work I am taking some time off. I was planning to take some time off because of Oren anyway but then I realized I need to take a step back from us too. See what is really going on with our friendship before Haven and Rayne get attached to you and then BAM you decide that your talents are needed elsewhere." Sherlock nodded and left her to continue to hang with the babies.

He needed to think about what he wanted for him, for her, and most importantly those beautiful little girls that looked so much like Watson he wanted to cry. If he could find it in him to have a new life with Watson and those girls he would be the happiest man alive but then again did he deserve that happiness if he never found Irene's killer. As it stands he couldn't unleash a full frontal attack on Moriarty with the kids in his house anyway but he still had to make a choice. Fulfill his responsibility to Irene and lose Watson and the twins forever or steer clear of Moriarty and start a new life with the woman he loved. Would she even have him?


As much as Watson loved Sherlock she needed to do this. If it was just her she would continue to pine from afar hoping that one day he would see her-actually see her-and be as in love with her as she was with him. But it wasn't just her and she wasn't going to subject her nieces to the same shit she had to put up with growing up. Always striving for the love and affection of an absent or semi-absent parental figure who they couldn't quite earn the approval of. It was a hell of way to grow up and she didn't know which side of the fence Sherlock was on and she could not-would not-wait around to find out. Too bad she didn't have this epiphany before she spent the entire afternoon and well into the evening painting the nursery and taking care of the twins. Hell if she had been painting that room by herself she would have been finished HOURS before she actually got done. DAMN she needed to stop thinking like that. She wasn't on her own anymore and she didn't want to be. So there is no use going over the what-ifs and what used to be's. Rayne started crying and then Haven. Dammit they both needed fed and she only had one hand. The other was wrapped up real good because she cut her hand on a screwdriver trying to open the second can of paint. Without even having to ask Sherlock was at the top of the stairs with two perfectly prepared formula bottles. I could get used to this. She thought but then shook her head. Sherlock was a unpredictable as he was smart. She could get used to this and that was the problem.


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