authors note: holy crap I have a lot of chapters! Don't worry, I'm hoping this will be a 50 chapter long story or more. And yes I will add more to the story line, this chapters kind of a fill in so sorry if it's not good. SO REVEIWS ARE APPRECIATED. THANKS

stamdard disclaimer: MY HEART WILL, MY HEART WILL GO ON IF I OWN SHERLOCK WHICH I NEVER WILL T_T

"Bloody hell."

John cursed looking down at his phone.

"What?"

"Git won't answer his phone."

"He might be training love,"

John raised a unamused eye brow at his wife. Mary rolled her eyes and sighed. Molly hobbled up.

"Mary's probably right John. Why don't we catch a cab to the estate."

"So a helicopter?"

...

Freedom. That was all Sherlock felt. He was usually emotionless, barely smiling, but now. This was just to incredible for even him.

"Suck it Moriarty!"

Sherlock yelled as he glided around the gym. It was childish, he knew. But then again he was called a child. He dived again. That was a mistake. His gray wings turned to fast and he dived forward to a wall, fast.

"Oh sh-"

...

Moriarty was surprised. He was never surprised. Jim watched in awe as Sherlock glided across the room with a smile. A bloody smile! What had he done!? He pushed the chair back getting up and flopping in his leather couch. The apartment he was in was a tan painted place, he shared it with 'Sebby' and it had three rooms. A kitchen, living room, and a bedroom with a giant bed. The living room had the computer and desk which he sat at day after day after day. The door swung open revealing a tall man with his arms full of bags.

"I'm home!"

"Suck it Moriarty, hmf what does he know."

"Jim?"

"I DID THIS TO HIM, I CAN MAKE HIM SUFFER IF I WANNA!"

"..."

...

"Sherlock where are you- what the."

John and the ladies (OMG that could be a band name) walked into the gym to see a aggravated Sherlock hanging by his pants from a hook on the wall. Mary and Molly managed to keep in their giggles but John nearly toppled over laughing.

"Holy crap Sherlock, what happened?"

"A bloody wall happened, really John be more observant."

Sherlock grumbled crossing his arms grumpily.

"How did you get up there?"

"I flew."

"How did you really get up there?"

"Dear god John are you going deaf already? I flew."

"You, wait, what!?

John walked up to the gym storage locker to grab a ladder. Sherlock turned to Mary annoyed.

"Is he deaf?"

"No dear,"

Mary laughed. Suddenly Martha started to squirm in her arms, Mary rocked her slowing cooing at her.

"No no Martha it's okay,"

"Aw, you changed the name."

Sherlock pouted making Mary laugh,

"Only a little though."

"Oh Mary don't-"

"Shut up John, her full name is Martha Sherlock Watson."

Sherlock looked down at John smugly. The blonde man scowled. John bright the ladder closer to Sherlock and looked up at his friend.

"So, I believe you have a story to tell us?"