Thank you all for reviewing and helping out with that costume question from last chapter. I am currently typing this on my default-y laptop, so if things are spelled wrong or the chapter is short, sorry I had a sudden inspirational attack and need to type this out. The ring is in here, as is a little info on Irene. So… enjoy!!!


The sun was setting over the setting outside of Abby's window, so her room was becoming very dark, not that she cared very much at this point. She had been sobbing her eyes out for close to two hours now and had finally stopped. Her eyes were sour and red and her head was aching.

During the time she had locked herself in her room, Holmes had only made one attempt to talk to her, and that was more than Abby had expected him to attempt. Pulling herself up from her bed, she looked at her self on the mirror and sighed. Her hair was flying this way and that and her dress was wrinkled all over. She looked like a homeless person.

She walked over to the wash basin on her dresser and washed her face. Drying her face of with a white towel, she looked at the mirror again and her eyes fell to the image of her neck. There, hanging perfectly from the ribbon, was her mother's cross. The mother she had always thought to be dead, until tonight that was. Abby glared at it for a minute, before ripping the ribbon of her neck and flinging it across the room. It slid under the bed, leaving the room silent.

"Abby?" Watson's voice sounded from the other side of the door. He sounded concerned, and a little sad.

"Go away Watson." Abby declared to her god-father. Watson sighed before knocking on the door.

"Abby, just give me five minutes. Please?" he begged. Abby, looking from the mirror to the door, sighed, walked over the door and opened it slowly.

"Five minutes, then I will throw you out." she said. Watson nodded and followed Abby into the room.

The room was decently sized. It held her queen sized bed, dresser, vanity, table, chairs, and desk. The walls were light blue and her floor was a dark brown wood. All in all, it was bigger than Watson's.

Sighing, Watson pulled a chair next to Abby's bed and sat down. He looked at her sadly, then cleared his throat.

"Abby…" he trailed off. He waited, not knowing how to begin this conversation.

"If you're going to try and make me believe that her leaving was a good thing, don't even open your mouth." she said sharply. Watson looked at her to see her eyes had begun to water again. She stood up and walked over to her window. Watson stayed seated. "You knew." she said, not turning to look at him. "You knew she was still alive didn't you?"

"Yes." Watson whispered. Abby began to shake in a mixture of anger and sadness. She turned around quickly and glared at him, tears running down her cheeks.

"Then why didn't you say anything?!?" she screamed. "You let me life thinking my mother had died!" Wiping the tears of her cheeks, she stared at her god-father.

"Holmes told u she left." Watson explained, trying to help. Abby snorted.

"Yeah, that's all either of you ever told me. 'Left' has multiple definitions Watson. I took it as death." she explained. Watson got up from his chair and walked over to his god-daughter. He put a hand on her shoulder. She looked away quickly.

"Abby." he said putting a hand under her chin and lead her face toward his. "Sweetheart look at me." he begged. Reluctantly, she obeyed. "I am sorry that I didn't tell you about Irene. Your father just…" Watson sighed. "he didn't want you to think your mother didn't want you."

"But she didn't, did she." she said as she pulled back from him. "That's why she left isn't it?" she asked, sounding hurt. Watson shook his head quickly.

"No no no Abby." he said wrapping her in a hug. Abby began to sob.

"Then why did she leave Watson?" she asked between sobs. Watson shook his head.

"I don't know Abby." he said slowly. He looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "But it wasn't because she didn't want you. Don't ever let yourself think that." Abby took giant breaths trying to calm down. The two of them stood in silence for a few minutes, before Abby looked up at her god-father and smiled.

"Thank you Watson." she said calmly. Watson looked at her and let out a huge smiled.

"Any time kiddo."

Abby and Watson walked down the stairs to the sitting room, which held both Holmes and Mary, who were sitting on the opposite sides of the room not speaking to each other. Upon seeing her, Holmes stood up and embraced her in a hug. They didn't bring up Irene, but both of them knew that he was sorry for not telling her, and she accepted his apology. Watson and Holmes sat down on the couch, Abby stood in front of all three of them.

"Alright." she said calmly, a huge smile spreading across her face. "I have news." Mary and Watson looked at each other, a look of confusion crossing their faces, where as Holmes, who knew what she was going to say, just let a smug look cross his face.

"Abby, what's going on?" Mary asked worriedly. Abby smiled wider, and hid her hand behind her back.

"You are looking at the future Mrs. David Jacobs." she said whipping her ring finger. All the adult's eyes grew wide as they laid their eyes on the diamond.

"Mary Mother of God." Watson said, getting up to take a closer look.

"Abby!!! I am so happy for you!" Mary said as she embraced her. Holmes, who was still sitting on the couch, laid hid head back and let out a low whistle.

"I didn't expect it to be that big."

Twenty miles away, in London National Cemetery, a man was patrolling the grounds, when he heard a noise coming from the newly built monument. He walked over to the building and looked around.

"Hello?" he yelled into the darkness. No answer. Shrugging, he turned and began walking in the direction in which he came.

Suddenly, the monument behind him exploded, sending debris everywhere. The man fell over and looked at the remains of the building. A hand was coming out of the rubble. The man began to shake. The hand pulled up a body, which was dressed in a black suit and jacket. The man recognized who it was, let out a blood-curdling shriek, and ran away.

Lord Blackwood watched the man run away and laughed. He dusted off his outfit, shook his head and sighed.

"Let the games begin."


Ok, I typed this chapter in two hours, twunty two minutes flat, so it may have spelling errors, but I am proud of it. Irene's reason for leaving will come up soon, and more about David and Blackwood to come. So, pros and cons??? Please Review and tell me what u think about this chapter.

Also, I want to add a few friends of Abby's in the story, so here is what I am thinking. Eather send me a PM with your info, or put it in a review, and I'll try to make you into a character. You could be a friend of Abby's, a friend of David's, a friend of Watson, a cop, some one who works for Blackwood, a person from Abby's past, or Holmes past... what ever. Just put it down like this...

NAME:

WHAT YOU WANT TO BE:

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

WHAT YOUR GOOD AT:

WHAT YOUR NOT GOOD AT:

PERSONALITY:

ANY THING SPECIAL YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO IN THE STORY:

AGE(OPTIONAL)

and ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO ADD THAT WILL ADD TO YOUR CHARACTER.

I'm looking for at least three friends for Abby, 1 for David and Watson, 3 cops, 2 previous girlfriends of Holmes, 4 people from Abby & Holmes past (they will go in the Irene storyline) and 4 people to work for Blackwood. So, the charachter can be based on you... or a made up person. The chose is yours. So, please come up with some funny/interesting/enjoyable to write about characters. Thanks... :)