Okay, sorry this is up late...but I've been travelling all day to a wonderful convention here in the states! Hope you are all doing well! Um...shout outs!

Childoftheriver: thanks for liking the to connected fics...lol. my dear Amalia Kensington, AKA artbylexie, AKA lexieken, drew the twins. She's fantastic. Maybe in the future, not sure though...it depends I guess.

xSherlockedx: lol hm...I dunno. Maybe. Thanks for the review!

Almightyswot: Not broody, per say, just unfamiliar. Not his area. ;)

Lucy36: yea! Ecookie! Lol. Thanks for the fuss. I feel fine, just busy busy with driving. Has, sadly no neck goblins this time, but in awhile.

Zora arian: lol...thanks dear! These next chapters were a bit difficult to write. So I'm glad you liked it.

Madasahatterjayy: dundunduuun. Lol. That would be telling. ;) thanks for reviewing!

Ifan13: teehee, I'm cruel. I know.

Friend2friend1: lol that's how I act around babies! So I know! Lol. Thanks Deary!

Nindroid: no...no they are not. Thanks dear for reviewing! Lol. No, Sherlock wouldn't have dropped her.

Me: aw, thank you! Honestly, I didn't have a lot of confidence in my writing..still don't. You just gotta do it. If i come up with an idea, I'll let you know! ;)

Musicchica10: I know, right!? Lol. K, so you'll have to PM me after this to give me your feedback for ideas and stuff...I'll let you know what's going on with the story and why. Thanks as always love!

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GuEsT: lol. Hm, guess you'll just have to read on, eh? Thanks for the lovely review! I look forward to more reviews!

Amalia Kensington: lol hm...you may be right...then again... lol. Hope you had a wonderful trip! Thanks!

SammyKatz: you are correct...and have very good taste!

Ssmill: hahahaha. Oh man, I think if/when that happens, I'm using this as inspiration. It's true...Sherlock would be very obnoxiously protective...heeheehee. thanks!

Micah: lol, yes...yes indeed.

Magicstrikes: aw...in an alternate reality...I would much rather have this happen. Thanks!

Aviatress: I hope you are right...I'm afraid I may have been too vague in the hinting. Lol. You'll have to tell me.

A pirate by any other name: yep. I snuck in the pirates...just for you! ;) thanks!

Okay dears...so I hope you will be forgiving of me...I am going to be posting late for the next week. You know how geekfests go, right? Lol. Thanks for the love! I needed a vacay, though!

Also, only own my characters. No BBC, Sherlock, Molly, John, etc.

Chapter Thirty-five

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Molly sat in the back of the cab as it approached London. She rested her head against the cool window, and closed her eyes. The next time she woke, it was to the sound of honking all around. She opened her eyes and looked around. Cars were stopped, back up bumper to bumper.

''Sorry Miss. Bit of backed up traffic. Should be opened back up in just a few minutes.'' The cabbie said from his set. She smiled at him through rear view mirror, and nodded her head.

It had been another twenty minutes, and they had moved two feet forward. Molly sighed, and made the decision to get out.

''You know, it's okay. I can get out here and walk.'' She started, reaching for the door.

''No, I'll not hear of it, Miss. It's nearly midnight, too many crazed pervs out and about. No, you stay with me, I'll get you there soon as this car in front of us moves.'' The driver insisted. Molly chuckled a bit, before removing her hand.

Her cabbie sat honking wildly at the last small car in front of them, yelling obscenities at the driver. The driver of the small care finally moved, right as the traffic light changed. The cab she sat in lurched forward, as the driver attempted to pass through the light as well. Two seconds too late, it was enough to send an oncoming truck crashing into the rear side of the cab. Molly's eyes widened as she saw the truck growing nearer from across the seat and through the window. Upon impact, her head hit the window next to her, and everything went dark.

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''Miss? Miss are you alright?" Molly heard a faint voice calling from somewhere above her. She slowly opened her eyes to see the cabbie hovering above her, a very panicked look on his face. Molly tried regaining her wits, carefully looking around. She was now laying on the street, a soft plush coat tucked up under her head. In the distance, she could hear the sirens approaching closer. She nodded a bit, telling the driver she was fine. Soon, the paramedics were around her, asking her a vast amount of questions at firing speed.

''Are you okay? Can you hear me? How many fingers do you see? Does it hurt to move anything? Do you remember what happened?" Molly had answered them all correctly, and after they gave her the all clear, she sat up. They wrapped a blanket around her, and helped her to her feet. Her stomach lurched in pain, feeling like she'd been kicked in the gut.

''Miss, we're going to take you to St. Bart's. Just to make sure you're alright. Do you need to call someone?" One of the men asked her as he braced her shoulders. She nodded, and pulled out her phone. She tried ringing Sherlock, which proved pointless. No answer. She then rang John.

''Hello John? Look, I've just been in an accident. No no, I'm okay. They just want to make sure everything's alright. Listen, I tried phoning Sherlock, but he didn't answer. Could you pass on the message? Okay, thanks. No, no I'm fine. Just a bump on the head and maybe a bruised rib. Sure, you can let Mary know. Okay, bye.'' She finished the conversation, and climbed into the back of the ambulance.

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Sherlock was woken out of his dreamless sleep by the loud, calling voice of his flatmate in the other room.

''Sherlock! Get up! Sherlock!" The tall, lanky man rolled over, looking much like a petulant child before school. John soon came into his room, and shoved at him to move.

''John, one would think that with the amount of time I sleep, that you, being a doctor, would not interrupt me when I actually deem in necessary.'' He mumbled into his pillow. John was already tossing a shirt and trousers onto the bed beside him.

''Yes, and normally you'd be right. However, when I get a call from Molly saying she's been in a car accident, I tend to think you may want to be informed.'' He said, rummaging through his flatmate's sock index. He turned around, still expecting to see Sherlock in bed. However, he saw a fully clothed, wide-eyed consulting detective, who snatched the pair of socks from his hands.

''Come on John! Get a move on! Is she alright? Did she seem coherent? What were her injuries?" He rattled off like a madman, throwing his shoes on and practically running to the door. John raced after him, and the two were soon on their way to the hospital.

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They had checked all of Molly's vital signs, as well as looking for any internal bruising or bleeding. Molly lay flush back in the bed and waited. Soon, a smiling doctor came in, and snapped on a pair of gloves.

''Miss Hooper! How's that lump on your head doing?" He asked. She nodded silently, a small smile on her face.

''Good, that's good. Just wanted to go over some things with you so you're aware of what to do and expect. It looks here like you've checked out to be fine. Small bruise where you hit your head, and that will be tender for about a week or so. You had some internal bleeding, and there will be some pain for a couple of weeks, but nothing too dangerous to worry over. " He explained as he looked over her chart. Molly nodded her head. He then set aside the clip board, and looked solemnly at the floor.

''Miss Hooper, I do have some bad news. I must regrettably inform you...you've lost your baby.'' He said, looking up at her. Molly stared for several minutes, unsure of the words as they sunk into her head. She was almost certain they weren't real. She allowed the words to settle into her brain, and she finally connected the dots. 'Pregnant. Collision. Lost the baby. Hadn't even known.' Without saying anything, she looked sadly up at the doctor. Her face told him everything.

''Oh. Oh! Um, Miss Hooper, I assumed you knew. My apologies.'' He said, taking her hand and patting it gently.

''In a few months, after you've healed, you can try again. Alright?" He said, trying to cheer her up a bit. She simply nodded her head, and looked up to see Mary waiting outside her room.

''Doctor, can I- can I have a few moments?" She asked quietly. He nodded, saying something about coming back later to check on her. He walked out of the room, and Mary stepped in. She quickly stepped over to the bed Molly sat in, and smiled at her. She then saw the sorrow on her friend's face, and sat closer.

''Molly, what is it? What's happened?" She asked. Molly looked up at her, eyes brimming with tears. She didn't say a word as she dropped her head into Mary's lap, sobbing uncontrollably. Mary stroked her hair, soothing her cries of agony.

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K, I know I said no angst...but this chapter is a dedicated one to 2 people...first of all musicchica10...my wonderful idea buffer and muse. She recently had a car accident. Sad, sad sad. She's fine, luckily. The other is a friend of mine who recently found out she had a miscarriage. It's just the thing that's been prevalent in my week...so it's reflected in my writing. I promise though, it gets better. See you tomorrow dears!