Chapter Seven

Just as Quinn had told Anya, she was pregnant with twin girls and when they were born they were named Megan and Jessica. Both Megan and Jessica were extremely quiet and as they got older, Sherlock and Anya realised that they were extremely talented. Megan and Jesse had excellent powers of deductions but Megan would argue her point further depending on who she was talking to.

They one day had a sister called Diana or Dee for short. As the children grew older Jessica left for America and Megan followed shortly after But Clint Barton who was given to Sherlock by his mother when he was a baby returned.

"Daddy, where's Jesse and Meggy?" Diana asked one Christmas Eve.

"They're at school honey," Anya replied. Diana asked why.

"Because they need to be, just like you need to be in bed," She told the child. Diana repeated her question.

"Don't you want Father Christmas to come?" Sherlock asked. She looked up and shook her little head, horrified at her dad's question. Diana then ran off to bed. "Nice work," Sherlock said, tucking a strand of hair behind Anya's ear then kissing her.

"We need to go to bed to or she'll stay up all night," Anya reminded him. They kissed again before Anya went to check on Diana and then went to bed themselves.

The next evening, they were having a small party in the flat.

"Meg! Meg! Meg! Look I got a thing!" Diana exclaimed, running over to her oldest sister.

"Hey, kid, have you grown or am I getting shorter?" Megan asked, picking the six year old up. "I hope I'm not getting shorter," Megan murmured.

"Megan! Hello," Molly greeted. Megan smiled and put Diana down.

"Sherlock and Anya have just gone out," Lestrade told her.

"To get cigarettes," Megan muttered as John walked past. He looked at her. She looked at him and smiled innocently. "Hey it's Christmas," She said, shrugging. Megan took her place on the couch. Everyone she knew was pretty used to her mannerisms by now.

"If it is then where's your sister?" Clint asked sarcastically.

"Last time I checked she was it New York," Megan said. "In the thirties with some boy called Steve Rogers or something like that," She added.

"Hey Megan," Anya greeted seeing her daughter.

"Hello, mother," Megan said returning the sarcasm to her father. Anya shook her head.

"Mother?" Lestrade asked. Anya, Sherlock, Clint and Megan nodded.

"Mummy, we missed a present and a card!" Diana shouted, running over with the box and the card. The card was addressed to Sherlock and the box was addressed to Anya. Sherlock looked at Anya whilst sitting down next to Megan. Sherlock opened the card and dropped it. Anya just smiled. Megan picked it up and in the card was an ultrasound scan of another pair of twins. Sherlock took the card off Megan.

"Oh this is Christmas," Sherlock said, passing the card around.

"Yes it is," Anya replied, mistletoe appearing above them as she leant down. Molly and Lestrade looked at them. "It's an old trick I learned at Christmas when I was seventeen," Anya explained.

Anya decided to open the present after everyone had left.

Megan sat playing her guitar that she got when she was seven. "If she's still playing with a present she got eleven years ago then you know it's a good present," Anya said sitting down on Sherlock's lap with the box.

"Are you going to open that?" Sherlock asked ignoring Anya. Anya looked at him.

"Do you want me to?" She asked. Sherlock looked her in the eyes. That told Anya her answer. So she turned her attention to the box and pulled the ribbon off. Anya opened the box.

"Really?" Anya asked, looking at Sherlock. Megan stopped playing her guitar when her dad was on one knee proposing to her mum. Which Anya gladly accepted.

"Does this mean I'm going to have to write you a song?" Megan asked. Sherlock and Anya looked at her. Anya and Sherlock smiled.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Anya asked. They had a small argument which continued as Sherlock went into the kitchen and raided the cupboards for a small amount of retcon and a coke. Megan drank the mixture and then was quickly put into bed.

"So where were we?" Sherlock asked. Anya smiled.

But she wouldn't be smiling if she knew that Christopher's plan was beginning to take place.