Hello everyone.

I know this is super short, but I wanted to get something up before I started really getting into the next chapter. I've started it, but I haven't gotten super far.

For now, though, I think I might post some pre-written one shots instead, while we wait. So far, though, writing it's been great, and I can't wait to get that first chapter of 'The Abominable Bride' up for you guys!

"You will look after him, won't you?" I heard Sherlock asking Mary as we approached him. Mycroft got a man to drive us to the airfield to say our goodbyes to Sherlock, though he never told us where he was going. Only that he had succeeded in keeping him out of prison, and that Ophelia could come along to say goodbye.

"Oh, don't worry." She answered, grabbing his shoulders. They kissed each other's cheeks, then Mary pulled him in for a hug. "I'll keep him in trouble."

He grinned, and pulled back as mary walked back towards the car, leaving John Ophelia and I alone with Sherlock. "So here we are." John was the first to speak up.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes."

"Sorry?" John replied, confused.

"That's the whole of it, if you were looking for baby names." Sherlock admitted.

"No." John chuckled. "We've had a scan, we're pretty sure it's a girl."

"Oh." Sherlock said softly. "Okay, then. "

"You know, " John began again. "I have no idea what to say."

"No, neither do I." I admitted.

"Well, I would like to say something. I always meant to say it and I never have." Sherlock took a deep breath as John and I waited anxiously for his confession. "Sherlock is actually a girl's name."

John cracked a smile and I laughed.

"They're not naming their baby after you." I said. He shrugged.

"Worth a try." he nodded. "I think it could work."

Sherlock took off his glove, and reached his hand towards John."

"To the very best of times, John."

John took his hand, shaking it.

Sherlock released his grip, shoving his glove back on, and turning away, towards the plane. I thought he was leaving, but instead he spoke to Mycroft.

"Since this is likely the last conversation I'll have with Elizabeth, and the last time I'll see my daughter, would you mind if we took a moment?" He asked. Mycroft gestured for everyone to walk back towards the cars, and away from us.

I had done my best this past week to not cry, but the time I wanted to hold back my tears the most, was the time they betrayed me, and my eyes began to water.

'...the last conversation…'

"Where will you go?" I wondered.

"There's some undercover work in Eastern Europe my brothers put me up to."

"How long?"
"Six months, he estimates. And he's never wrong."

"And after that?"

He shrugged. "Who knows." He admitted.

We were silent. He stared at the ground, while I shifted Ophelia, slightly, on my hip.

"The game is over." I realised.

"The game is never over, Elizabeth." Sherlock corrected, quickly. "But there may be some new players now, and that's okay. The East Wind takes us all in the end."

"The East Wind?" I wondered, not knowing what he was referring to.

"It's a story my brother used to tell me when we were kids. The East Wind, this terrifying force that lays waste to all in it's path. It seeks out the unworthy, and plucks them from the earth. That was usually me."

"Aw, that's nice." I said.

"I've told you, when we first met, he was a rubbish big brother."

I sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Elizabeth." I looked up. "Promise me that if some miracle happens, and I am able to come home, I will not find you in the state you were in after I faked my death. Please." he begged.

"I promise."

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself, and Ophelia."

"Of course I will."

"Don't do anything stupid."

"I promise." I laughed.

"Tell Ophelia I love her everyday, tell her about me."

"I promise." I repeated.

"And that since I most likely will not be coming back, promise me that you'll do as I asked before; move on,"

"No."

"Find someone better that I am, who loves you almost as much as I do, and who will give you and Ophelia a normal life."

"No." I repeated simply. "I can't promise that, don't make me." I shook my head.

He looked down and sighed.

"Just please, promise me to be happy."

"I promise."

He grinned, looking at Ophelia.

"You be good for mummy." he told her, and she giggled as he poked her nose, and kissed her forehead.

"Dada!" She pointed to him, and held out her arms, wanting him to hold her, but he didn't. Instead, he pulled me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

He pulled away, and smiled at me again, before turning away, back to the jet, and got in without turning around.

As the jet took off, John, Mary, and I watched it disappear, John had a hand on my shoulder.

A few minutes later, we turned to get into the car again and leave. John and Mary planned to take Ophelia for the night, and I planned to curl up in bed for a good cry, but Mycroft stopped us, and hung up the phone.

John told us to stay where we were, and went to talk to Mycroft himself, which seemed to have turned into a bit of a disagreement. Mycroft gestured to the car, and John stuck his head in. I leaned to see him through the windshield, and saw his face pale.

He ran towards us, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" Mary wondered.

"Moriarty. He's back."

"But he's dead. He blew his own brains out. You can't survive that!" I argued.

"And you normally don't survive falling off a building, but Sherlock's alive." John shook his head again.

"So Moriarty is coming back?" Mary wondered.

"No idea. But if he is, he better wrap up warm."
"Why?" John asked.

"There's an East Wind coming." I said, as the jet sped back towards the runway, and dipped to land.


Reviews:

Lovely whim: LOVED this chapter as well! Definitely looking forward to the next one! :)

Thank you, dear. I'm so happy you liked it, and I hope you liked this one as well, even though it's so short (Sorry about that). Like I said, I wanted to get something up before I put up The Abominable Bride (which, sadly, will be a while…)

Red: That end scene though… Adorable! Really excited for 'The Abominable Bride' of this!

I've already started writing it, and I am so happy! Even my sister will admit that 'The Abominable Bride' was amazing (She doesn't really watch/ like Sherlock as much as I do, but she loves that episode!) And, since it was all set in his Mind Palace, or his mind if not the palace, I think it gave us more on an insight to how Sherlock thinks, and what he thinks of everyone else, or feels everyone thinks of him, but it can all be interpreted differently, depending on the person watching it. I just thought it was really interesting to watch, and it's one of the episodes I can watch, and notice several new times every time!

..Sorry about that. I ramble.

My point: It was AMAZING! And I can't wait to write more of it!

And I'm glad you liked the end scene. I was debating on whether or not to add it in, or leave it for another time. I'm glad I added it :)

Likth: Wait, just wait. Ok, no, wait. Ok, why the heck did you stop? Seriously, you had something absolutely fantastic, and you stopped. Why…?

I haven't stopped forever! I pinky promise, there is much more to come! I'm sorry about the cliffhanger, though, if that's what you were referring to…

I do hope you are enjoying it though, and thank you for the review!

Alrighty, guys, have you seen the trailer for Sherlock season 4 yet? I hyperventilated when I saw it was released, but even more when I was watching (it was paused more than three times, to be honest. I needed to control myself)

Link to the trailer here:

watch?v=DJPR28SqHqc

watch?v=DJPR28SqHqc

(I put it there twice because fanfiction likes to delete things...Grr.

Anyway, tell me what you think about season 4, what you hope to see, what you're excited to see ( I love Mycroft, but he had to really royally f-up for Mrs. Hudson to be rude and call him a reptile, just saying...I don't know if I'll like him after January.)

~Eruaphadriel