Hamish spent more than three months into the NICU of Bart's hospital. During that time he grew stronger. His lungs were mature now and he didn't need a mechanical ventilator anymore. His heart was stronger too, and after three months, Hamish was a very healthy baby and the doctors considered he was ready to leave hospital and be with his mother.

The proud mother couldn't contain the tears on her eyes when she was told she could pick up Hamish in the afternoon.

But not only Hamish, but also Jane was healthy again. Her weak heart was stronger now and after the incident in which Sherlock almost killed himself in front of her and several policemen, Greg Lestrade and his brother Mycroft, Jane could finally recover. All the bruises faded away and the cuts on her body healed well. There were marks left on Jane's body, but she covered them with enough clothes to forget she was once beat by the person she loved and she considered was the love of her life.

Jane didn't cry a single tear more for Sherlock Holmes.

All her tears had a new owner, and that owner was her son, Hamish Watson. Most of those tears were tears of happiness. Her baby was growing stronger day after day, and the doctors told Jane he was going to be a very healthy boy in the future. A few days before Jane was told she could take Hamish with her, she was finally allowed to see him, touch him and be with him for the first time since he was born.

Hamish was beautiful.

He had fair hair and his skin was pale and soft. It looked like he had deep green eyes, but Jane knew the colour was going to change. Hamish had long fingers, and soft hands. He didn't cry much as other babies did, the nurses told Jane her baby was a sweetheart, a very calm and quiet baby.

Jane kissed his forehead and promised she was always going to be with him. "I'm your mummy, Hamish. And I love you so much, my baby."

When Hamish opened her eyes and looked at her, Jane's tears were endless.

Strangely enough, Hamish didn't look like his biological father at all. It was still early to think and see who he looked more like to. It was impossible, but very deep inside her heart, Jane knew her baby looked a lot like the man who once hit her - like Sherlock. Hamish had soft features and is hair was slightly curly. He looked a bit like Sherlock.

Jane decided she was not going to pronounce his name in front of her baby. Hamish would never know she was once friends with Sherlock Holmes. Nor he would know she was married to him and that he beat her and pushed her down the stairs causing them both endless pains.

"He's just beautiful like his mother, isn't he, Jane?"

She smiled at Greg. "Obviously, from who else would Hamish have taken his beauty from?"

Greg broke up with Suzanne weeks after Hamish was born. He could not stand her attitude towards Jane. Suzanne didn't even want to meet Hamish and that was what made Greg realise he could not love her anymore. Jane felt guilty and she knew her mother was hating her for it. Jane thought her mother was thinking she was the one to blame. But Greg told Jane there were plenty more things and that he wasn't leaving Suzanne because of that.

"You're right!," agreed he. "Are you going to see that flat? You know you can stay with me -"

"I've already arranged everything. I'm picking my things from Baker Street now before taking Hamish with me," said she, cutting Greg off. "You can come and visit when you want."

Greg bit his lip. "I don't like that place, Jane. It's not good for you and Hamish."

"It's big enough for us."

"Why don't you come with me, Jane? You won't need to pay any rent and you two will be fine."

"I can't Greg. I don't want my mum thinking the wrong thing," she smiled at him, weakly. "we'll fine."

Jane turned eighteen while she was still in hospital recovering. The very same day of her birthday she was given a letter from the Army saying her father had written her name in the Army Pensions papers in case something happened to him. As he died, Jane was going to be the one receiving a monthly pension. It wasn't enough money, but Jane knew she would have to get a job, or maybe more than one to pay the rent and support her baby.

"Have the doctor told you something about Hamish's hearing problem?"

Jane nodded. "Yes. They said he's going deaf in his right hear."

"God."

"The paediatrician says we've to wait till he's older. Apparently he will be able to hear," explained Jane calmly. "Apparently he will be able to hear like anyone else can."

Greg nodded. "Will that affect him somehow?"

"He will have learning issues at later development stages... and he'll probably need pedagogical help," said she, with pain in her voice. "I'll do my best for him. He will be fine."

Lestrade placed a hand on Jane's shoulder and smiled at her reassuringly.

Jane cried when she was alone. She blamed herself for all the things she knew Hamish would have to go through. He was going deaf in his right ear and he was going to have learning issues and problems in his speech. She blamed herself for it. The doctors told her it was caused for being a premature child and for the conditions of his birth; the stairs episode helped somehow. And Jane though marrying Sherlock and believing his lies were the worst things she could have done in her life because now Hamish was paying the consequences.

When Jane arrived at Baker Street, she had to fight tears back. That black door and the three shiny numbers reminded her of the day Sherlock showed the flat for the first time. It happened after they had bought Hamish a crib and some clothes. Jane had always considered Baker Street as the best place to live in, but right now it was the place where Jane didn't want to go back.

Mrs Hudson welcomed her with a tight hug. Jane was able to tell there were some tears too, but she preferred to ignore them.

Walking the stairs made her feel sick. Jane remembered herself falling, hitting her body and her pregnant bump, pressing her hands trying to feel her baby alive - and Sherlock staring at her.

She didn't want to stay much. Hurrying her steps, Jane went to the room she used to share with Sherlock to take all her clothes as quick as she could. Jane saw the room was just as she remembered it. Even the bed were they loved each other so much was untouched.

Jane opened the wardrobe and found it half empty. Sherlock's clothes were not there and Jane was not surprised. Everything had been taken, even the black shirt and the blue scarf she gave him for Christmas.

Quickly and without looking back, Jane took all her clothes, put them into her bag and closed the door of the room.

In the kitchen, Jane took her favourite mug and put it inside a box. On the sitting room, she took some of her maternity books from the bookshelves, her clarinet which had been a present from her father. There were some pictures of the day of her marriage. Jane glanced at one in which she was holding Sherlock's hand. She was smiling, Sherlock wasn't. Both looked in love, though.

Jane turned the picture and went to the room upstairs.

That room held so many memories. In that room Sherlock once knelt after her and kissed her belly. In that room she cried alone after Sherlock told her to stay away from that boy she met at Bart's. In that room Sherlock asked for forgiveness for the first time and both dreamt about Hamish.

Jane cried while looking at the room, at the crib, at the clothes they bought and at the small teddy bear Sherlock got for Hamish.

She was taking nothing.

Hamish needed clothes, a crib, nappies and a bottle. Even when all those things were there, Jane was taking nothing, she was not going to take them because all of them were paid with his money. And Jane didn't want anything from him.

She only took the blue hat her father left for Hamish and closed the door behind her back.

The last thing Jane looked at was a picture of her sitting on an old chair. It had been taken in the Holmes' backyard. Sherlock had taken the picture. Jane remembered that day. They had visited them for tea and they were alone on the backyard. It was a pretty, sunny day when she asked him to take the picture. Jane was sitting looking at the camera with both hands on her big pregnant bump and she was wearing that soft, loose blue dress she loved.
She looked happy. It was the only thing Jane wanted to keep from the past.

As that picture was the only thing Jane wanted to keep from that past in which Sherlock had been part of her life, Jane took the wedding ring from inside her pocket and delicately placed it inside a white envelope with his name written on it and left it on his armchair.

Without looking back at the place where she had thought she would always in live with her husband and her son, Jane turned and closed the door behind her back and pretended to forget she once lived there.

Walking on the place she fell, where she pressed her hands over her belly to feel her baby alive, Jane wiped the tears off her face and swore she would never let anyone hurt her again. Nor Hamish.

"Where are you going, dear?"

"With my mum. I'll go back home with my mum," lied Jane. "We'll be fine."

"Aren't you going to take the crib and all those things?"

"No. They aren't mine and I can't take them."

Mrs Hudson sighed. "Those things are yours, dear."

"They belong to... to him, it was his money, not mine. Besides," said Jane as she took a last look to the place "My baby won't need them. We'll be fine on our own."

Mrs Hudson walked Jane to the door and hug her tightly. "Promise me you'll visit and that you'll bring your baby someday. I can't wait to meet him, dear!"

"Don't worry, Mrs Hudson. I'm sorry if I once caused you trouble."

"You never did, Jane. I'm sorry about what happened, I know what it's like. So anytime you need someone to talk to, you know where you can find me."

Jane hugged her landlady and successfully fought some tears back.

With a bag of clothes and a box full of little things and some good memories, Jane left Baker Street convinced there was still a future for her and Hamish.

Jane went to the hospital soon after she had finished cleaning her new flat and placed all her clothes into a proper place. Greg told her to call him because he wanted to drive her to the hospital and then back to her flat, but Jane turned off her phone. She wanted to do it alone. She wanted to pick her son up alone and be alone with him. She was starting a new life and she didn't want anyone's help.

When Jane arrived, the nurses had just finished giving him a bath.

"You didn't need to."

An old nurse smiled at her and handed her a lovely baby blue bag with baby clothes and nappies. There was a bottle too and some formula. Jane looked at her surprised.

"It's a present from all of us," explained she.

Jane shook her head. "I can't take it."

"It's for your baby, Jane."

"But -"

"Please Jane, take it. Your baby will need it."

Jane accepted their present and thanked all the nurses and doctors who helped her and Hamish. All of them told her they expected Hamish to be okay and grow strong and healthily.

Wiping the tears off her face, Jane took Hamish in her arms. With a bag in one hand and her baby in the other, Jane left hospital.

Looking down at her baby, Jane took a deep breath getting herself ready for, hopefully, a better life. She might have been alone with Hamish. But at least they were safe.

It was Jane and Hamish, the two of them against the world.