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Month 4

Lucy felt awful, Simon was spending the weekend with her father and she was all alone. John had decided to spend the weekend at Sarah's, Lucy had suggested it first to get him out of the way, but having seen how desperately badly things with Sarah were going, John had jumped at the chance.

Lucy had intended on breaking into 221b, awaiting Sherlock's return and apologizing in the nicest of ways for her treatment of him the week before. However when she got to the flat, the fire escape and kitchen window seemed very daunting, and for the first time in her life she hadn't wanted to take the dangerous option, instead she had knocked on the front door, and asked Mrs Hudson to let her in.

Mrs Hudson had been delighted to see her, and had fussed over her like a mother hen. John had been had been keeping Mrs Hudson informed on Lucy's pregnancy, and passing on the baked goods that Lucy had sent over. She was delighted to see the scan photo's, and had swapped stories of her own pregnancy.

I was quite late when Lucy had started feeling unwell, and had asked if Mrs Hudson would mind if Lucy went up to 221b. She had found her way to Sherlock's bed, and having intended just to lie down for a few minutes, had wrapped herself in his duvet and fallen asleep. She had woken up about an hour later suffering from cramp and feeling sick. She lay there now feeling dizzy, unable to move very well, and wondering where Sherlock was. Turning to one side, she looked at the old alarm clock on the bedside table, 10pm, she hoped he would be home soon, and notice her bag and coat on the sofa. She wondered if she should phone John, and then with horror she was sick, and promptly passed out.

Sherlock arrived home, bloody and muddy, he had chased a suspect all the way from a murder scene in Bermondsey (where he had told Lestrade the murderer would return to) to Avery Hill Park, where the man had promptly disappeared leaving Sherlock exhausted and mud splattered. The taxi driver he had flagged down had charged a fortune and he was in a very bad mood. Entering the flat he spotted the leather jacket and rucksack on the sofa, and started calling Lucy's name. When he entered his own bedroom, his olfactory hypersensitivity kicked in. Rushing to his wife's side he felt for a very weak pulse, and started dialing 999. Running his hand over the curve of her belly, he begged both her and his child to be okay. Anger and suspect forgotten he wished John was there to tell him what to do for the best.

When John arrived at the hospital it was to find Mycroft sitting in the waiting room. John assumed his spies had informed him Sherlock had phoned an ambulance and he'd rushed over here, John had followed the SOS from Sherlock's own mobile.

Do you know what's happening? He asked the elder Holmes

I believe my sister-in-law has contracted an infection, I am not a doctor, but from the look on the nurse's faces I suspect it's quite bad. I deduce however that the baby is in no immediate danger, but they are explaining all to my brother now. Lucy is till unconscious. Mycroft was tapping his foot with his umbrella, and at that moment 'Not' Anthea entered with 3 cups of coffee. John accepted his quietly and started looking around the room.

Are you pleased, Mycroft? I mean about this baby? Do you think it's a good idea? John had wanted to ask him that for nearly 4 months but had never had the opportunity.

The elder Holmes, looked shocked and pleased to be addressed so, and spent a moment in quiet contemplation. My brother is a law unto himself Dr Watson, he has never done anything that would deliberately bring joy to his family. However this occurrence is not a bad thing, Lucy is happy with the situation, and my brother doesn't seemed harmed by it. You I am worried about, your..erm… relationship with my brother has become slightly strained by it, I do not wish you to leave him, that would be a bad consequence of this baby. Personally Mummy and myself are delighted by the prospect of another Holmes baby. He added as an after thought.