I'm sorry I haven't posted in a couple weeks. Been really busy with work and other stuffs.
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If there were any blessings during those nine months, it was Mary Mortsan. It had started slowly through work. Something about her had felt... off. Not in the 'I think you might be an evil serial killer' off, more like 'I think you are more than you say you are' off. John was certain that she was a good person, though. He didn't know why. When they talked, it was as though they had been friends forever. As his pregnancy progressed, she insisted on helping more and more. It was help John greatly appreciated as he entered the last month of his pregnancy. It was like she instinctively knew what John needed or liked. Honestly, John would probably have fallen for her before he met Sherlock.
Not even Mary compared to Sherlock.
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Mary Mortsan was interesting.
She was a nurse at John's clinic. Her secondary gender was unlisted. She had plenty of acquaintances who thought she was a lovely woman (not just in appearance) but she didn't really have any friends. Besides John. According to the other nurses he had talked to over the phone, they had been very close. Some even theorized that they had been dating.
Sherlock scoffed at the idea. His John was too loyal to ever look elsewhere. Plus, unless the woman was a Sentinel, she wouldn't even be physically capable of being attracted to his John. Sherlock highly doubted she was. Of course, there was no way of being sure, seeing as how Mary Mortsan died several years ago. Whomever it was who had befriended his John, it was definitely not Mary Mortsan. Sherlock need to know more from the only other two people who would have seen the two up close, and he highly doubted they would approve of him calling on the phone.
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Sherlock winced at Mrs. Hudson's screams. Bit over dramatic, wasn't it? Sherlock barely had a chance to say a word when his former landlady fainted. That went well.
Meeting with Lestrade had proven much more tolerable. After insulting his parents (why do people do that?) the man had nearly smothered him with hugs. That was still a little agitating to the detective, but at least he was able to talk to him then.
Talking to the two of them didn't reveal anything substantial. Mary had helped as much as she could near the end of John's pregnancy and after the children were born. It seemed she interacted with John more than even Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson compared her to a sister who was intent on helping her brother after a mate had died. Sherlock found himself becoming uneasy the more he learned about this woman.
The kids seemed to like her. Hope didn't say all that much, other than to say she made a lot of cake. Joy said she was smart, not as smart as Joy herself, of course, but more so than average. She was a lot more than she said she was, Joy was certain, but she was definitely not an alien so Joy decided it wasn't worth looking into.
Sherlock disagreed.