Alright, this one may not be good it may be good. This Mary is nothing like the one in the show if you have seen the new season yet. I wrote it before I saw that Mary. Well I wrote my Mary before I saw that Mary. I quite like Mary honestly. Anyway back to the story. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the long wait, boot camp does that to people. See ya.

The next day John was waiting to go. He had a knot in the pit of his stomach and he was worried something bad might happen. He tried not to think that though as they all rode in a taxi to the train station. He wanted to reach out and grasp Sherlock's hand, to give it a gently squeeze just to reassure himself. However the man's demeanor did not look like it would be a good idea to do that.

The cab came to a stop and John shut his eyes. He waited for Mary and Zachery to get out before sliding to the door. Sherlock grabbed his elbow before he could move any further. "Keep an eye her John," he whispered to him. "Make sure you always have your gun on you and always keep on your toes."

John nodded and swallowed hard. "I know, you're acting like this is the first time I've done this," he said. He placed his hand over Sherlock's, giving it that squeeze that he wanted before letting it drop. "This will all be over with before you know it. Trust me." He wasn't what he was talking about, the case or the constant fight they seemed to be having.

Sherlock sighed and gave him a quick nod. "Let's go," he murmured. He opened his door and climbed out. He pulled the train tickets from his pocket and went around to Mary and Zachery. "These are you tickets. Don't lose them, go straight to your hotel and don't leave John's sight."

Mary rolled her eyes. "I understand," she murmured. She took the tickets and handed them to Zachery to hold.

John stepped in before Sherlock could say anything about her attitude. "I'll keep in contact with you. Keep you up to date on everything and if I can get any more information I will."

Sherlock shut his eyes and nodded. "A simple text at the start of the day and at the end of the day will suffice," he murmured. "Now get on the train before you get left behind and I have to get you another one."

John bit the inside of his lip and nodded. He grabbed the bags and led the small group onto the train. He glanced back at Sherlock, watching him get back in the cab. He hated this.

X

John was jolted awake, his grip on Zachery tightening as the door opened to their cart. It was just Mary. "You weren't supposed to leave the cart," he told her. He rubbed his eyes, keeping Zachery close.

"I had to use the bathroom," Mary told him. "Don't worry, I didn't go far. You won't tell your friend Holmes will you?"

John sighed and shook his head. "No, 'cause that would mean I would have to tell him I fell asleep," he mumbled. God knows he would get crap for that. "Just don't do it again okay."

"Fine," Mary said sitting down. She smiled lightly at him. "Are you ever going to be a father? You look so natural with a child."

John shook his head again. "Sherlock's not too fond of children," he said. "I would love to have one but I understand his boundaries. Plus our job isn't really the best one for children to be around."

"You mean you two are dating?" Mary asked. "I would have never guessed. He acts so cold to you."

"Just having a bit of a rough patch," John explained. He looked out the window and sighed, missing the grin that slid over Mary's face. "Nothing to worry about though, it will all be fixed."

X

They made it to the hotel without any problems. John set up his laptop on the desk before putting his suitcase on the floor by his bed. He glanced over at Zachery who was jumping on his and Mary's bed with a small smile. "Careful there bud, you might get hurt," he told him.

"I tell him that all the time," Mary said, coming out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

John looked at her before his cheeks went a bit red. The clothes showed off a bit more then he would like. "And yet he never listens," he said. He grabbed Zachery by the waist and lifted him up. "Stop bouncing. You're going to fall off and I don't have my first aid kit."

Zachery pouted and crossed his arms. "Fine," he mumbled.

John smiled and set him down. "Now, get in bed and I'll turn on some cartoons for you." The boy crawled into the bed and lay back as John did as he promised.

The blond went over to the desk and pulled out his phone. He sent a quick text to Sherlock.

Got to the hotel safely. No one suspicious at all. Will text you in the morning. –JW

John nearly dropped his phone when he felt hands on his shoulders. "Yes Mary?" he asked, shutting his eyes. "Do you need something?"

"Actually yes, I do," she said, sliding his hand gently along his shoulder. "Can I get something do drink from the machine down the hall?"

"Of course," John mumbled. "Go right ahead."

Mary's hand slid around the back of his neck as she went to the door. He got up and stretched his back, watching her go. He opened the door, keeping an eye on her and Zachery.

His phone buzzed and he looked at the text.

Okay. –SH

John sighed and shook his head. Maybe it was time to call it quits. There seemed to be nothing left for him to do. He messed up and there was no going back, no light at the end of the tunnel. He would talk about it with Sherlock when the case was over, see what he thought. He might just be thinking the same thing.

Mary came back with a smile. "Got it," she said, brushing pass him, barely touching him.

John shut his eyes and sighed. He really wished she would stop touching him. He went to the bathroom to change into his own pajamas and went to his bed to lie down. "Try to get some sleep," he told them, pulling the covers up to his chest.

"Okay John," Zachery said.

John smiled a bit and looked over at the boy who was already snuggling up with the pillow. Mary looked John and gave him a smile. John cleared his throat and turned on his back. "Good night you two."

"Good night John," Mary sighed as she shut off the lights.

John shut his eyes and sighed. He wasn't going to like this case at all and he could feel it.

X

After a few days John was growing a bit comfortable around the two. He had been ignoring the constant touching from Mary and had been making himself believe that Sherlock was just being so cold because of the case. He didn't want to let Mary's words get to him. Not about anything she had said. But as the days went on and he had been spending time with Zachery he could see he wanted a son more and more.

John liked Zachery quite a lot. He was nice kid that was going through a rough time. The boy was shy but playful and it was fun to watch him use his imagination. John could sit and watch him for hours. It made his insides ache that he didn't have a son and never will. But he was right. Sherlock didn't like children and it would be dangerous to have one in their line of work. He didn't know what to do. If he was going to go through with this whole break up thing with Sherlock then he could have a child but then he would have lost Sherlock. He had spent so long trying to get him back.

X

On the fifth night there John decided to take the two out to dinner. He was having fun despite the situation. Zachery was sitting on John's lap as he colored the kids menu. John was looking over his own menu while scanning the restaurant at the same time.

"John," Mary's voice cut through his small deductions of people. Nothing big, just something he picked up. He was able to tell who had a dog and who didn't and that was about it. "Calm down, no one's going to show up here. They're looking for us in London."

John sighed and shook his head. "You don't know that," he said. "They could be anywhere, anyone. Trust me, I know people with eyes everywhere."

Mary laughed and leaned back in her chair. "He's really got you paranoid doesn't he?" he asked. "You need to cut him off as soon as you get back. Settle down with someone nice."

John shut his eyes and sighed. That was also getting on his nerves. "I am with someone nice," he told her. "You don't understand. I need him."

"No you don't," Mary said. "You don't need him. You're lying to yourself."

John turned away from her and looked back at his menu. "What should I get Zachery?" he asked.

Zachery looked at the menu and pointed to something random.

John laughed. "I'm not a big fan of liver to be honest, how about I just go with a steak," he said.

"Good choice," Zachery said as he colored on John's napkin having run out of room on his menu.

John smiled and ruffled his hair gently. "Thanks buddy," he murmured.

"I'm telling you, this is what you need," Mary said, "a family."

X

When dinner was over and the three of them were leaving John couldn't help but shake the feeling something bad was going to happen. He had Zachery hold onto Mary's hand so both his hands were free just in case.

They were walking back to the hotel, John's eyes roaming over the streets that were nearly empty. He tugged his jacket tighter around his shoulders as the wind blew and he looked over his shoulder. When he turned back something hit his face. He stumbled back, putting up his fists on instinct and hitting back.

John's eyes were blurry as he looked at the thing, or man, he just hit trying to see if he was going to hit back. "Go back," he yelled to Mary as the man swung again. He could hear her footsteps running away.

John was knocked to the ground by someone else and he fought hard to get back up as they kicked at him and hands grabbed at his jacket. He reached for his gun and pulled it out. Aiming it one of the men both of them stopped. John let out a soft sigh as he licked the blood from his lip. "If you follow me I will shoot you," he told them. It didn't take them long to run away.

Running back to the hotel he went to the room. He saw Zachery and Mary waiting on the bed. "Are you two okay?" he asked.

"Yes," Mary sighed, cradling Zachery's head to her chest.

John nodded and grabbed his phone out his pocket. He went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

Got beaten up, don't think the guys were part of the group Zachery's father was involved in. Just some guys looking for cash. Will tell you more details if they come. –JW

John leaned his head against the sink, shutting his eyes. He could already see the text Sherlock was going to send him. Just like all the other texts. A simple 'Okay'.

When John's phone buzzed again he nearly laughed, as he pulled it back out. When he read the message a small smile crossed his face.

Are you okay? –SH

***I hope you enjoyed that. I had to put the little star thingy because I didn't want you to think it was a text. I know it might be a bit iffy, I may be rushing things but I don't know. I like it honestly. It think it's a great inner monologue for John Watson sort of. A lot of thinking for his part. Maybe things will get better for them. Please review. BYE!