"Beth," a faint voice called, it got stronger, "Beth please, don't die. "
My eyes flickered and I saw Sherlock with his head down. I squeezed his hands. "It takes more than that to get rid of me, you know," I said weakly.
His look of relief melted any doubts of how he felt for me. He sat up and took me in his arms and kissed me. He sobbed.
"Hey, isn't that *my* part?"
"Not in this case. I nearly lost the only thing worth living for; you Beth."
I finally was waking up, and was aware of other people in the room. Watson and a woman I thought was his life.
"Sherlock, you just did something no man of this time would ever do. Are you alright with that?" I asked him incredulously.
He looked at the two others, than back at me. "Yes," he said, before kissing me again.
Watson cleared his throat, and Holmes staightened up. "I've been in the future for too long, Watson, I've lost my manners. Let me introduce my fiance Ms. Elizabeth Lestrade to you." The pride in his voice was the greatest I had ever heard.
"You don't mean she's a relative of Inspector Lestrade?" He cried.
"One and the same, in fact, her title is *Inspector* Beth Lestrade."
"Amazing! To think women not having jobs in the future is strange, and not vice versa!" I guessed that Sherlock had told them about me and where I came from. He looked warmly at me. "You're the first women to ever catch his fancy that I know of."
"She's the *only* women that has and will catch my fancy. Beth, I was thinking. The second we get back home, let's get married."
Watson and his wife started edging for the door, closing it behind them.
"Sherlock!" I cried,"You must be joking!"
"Not at all, Beth. Moriarty seems to have an interest in you that isn't to my liking, and-"
"You're already getting defensive? Wow, you must really love me!"
He gave me one of those grins that made me feel faint. "You know I do, but as I was saying, if we do it then he'll be out of luck."
I looked at him. I could see he was serious, and I knew he wasn't doing this to protect me. He truly, truly, loved me.
I nodded and finaly managed a small 'yes'.
"Alright," he kissed my forehead, "I'll have Mrs. Watson come in and help you get changed into something other than that gown. It was the only thing they could quickly put on you because I refused to leave your side. I turned around with Watson."
"Thank you," I said meekly when he went to leave. He paused.
"For what?"
"Loving me."
"Thank you for saving my life. By the way, you're baffling Watson."
"Why?"
"The way that bullet entered your body and the loss of blood; anyone else would have died."
I smiled at him. "I still had plans, I couldn't die yet."
I recouperated quickly, and Holmes and I were off to New London. It wasn't hard. I programmed it for the exact second after I left. We snuck out, and headed for the cruiser.
On the way to a church, we picked up Wiggins and Deidre. At first surprised to see their employer, they just gaped.
"Oh come on you two!" My fiance said impatiently. "We don't have all day!"
"What's this all aybout, Mr. 'Olmes?" Deidre asked.
"Yeah, what *is* is this all about?" Wiggins said with his usual defensiveness ( a/n I know that's not spelled correctly!).
"Sherlock, don't you think we should have taken a unmarked hovercar? Moriarty will track us in no time!" I cried at sudden realization.
"Didn't think of that, Beth." The term of address caused Deidre and Wiggins to give each other side-long glances. Holmes was old-fashioned, and 19th century men only called a woman by her first name if she was a child or, in my case, a person of sentimental ties. "But it wont matter for very long, now, will it?"
"Please! Tell us what's going on 'ere!" Deidre shrieked.
"We need you to act as witnesses for something." I answered carefully.
"For our marriage." Sherlock grabbed my left hand and showed them the engagement ring without even looking away from the road.
Wiggins and Deidre burst out giggling, when they finally gained their composier, they explained that they always thought that we were "going to 'hook up'", as they said it.
"You two were always flirting and all that rot!" Wiggins said, wiping a tear from laughing away from his eyes.
"Were not!" Sherlock and I said at the same time.
"Like I told you, they're perfect for each other." Deidre said as if finishing a conversation she had been having only with Wiggins.
Once we reached the church, everything happened fast. The next thing I knew I was standing on the alter being asked by the priest if I would marry Sherlock.
And then I said the two most trusting words that anyone could ever say, and I said them without hesitation.
"I do."
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Oh, I worked sooo hard on this! Keep an eye out for the sequal, "Hey Dad!"! Beth has to tell her dad about why she's moving onto Baker street.
My eyes flickered and I saw Sherlock with his head down. I squeezed his hands. "It takes more than that to get rid of me, you know," I said weakly.
His look of relief melted any doubts of how he felt for me. He sat up and took me in his arms and kissed me. He sobbed.
"Hey, isn't that *my* part?"
"Not in this case. I nearly lost the only thing worth living for; you Beth."
I finally was waking up, and was aware of other people in the room. Watson and a woman I thought was his life.
"Sherlock, you just did something no man of this time would ever do. Are you alright with that?" I asked him incredulously.
He looked at the two others, than back at me. "Yes," he said, before kissing me again.
Watson cleared his throat, and Holmes staightened up. "I've been in the future for too long, Watson, I've lost my manners. Let me introduce my fiance Ms. Elizabeth Lestrade to you." The pride in his voice was the greatest I had ever heard.
"You don't mean she's a relative of Inspector Lestrade?" He cried.
"One and the same, in fact, her title is *Inspector* Beth Lestrade."
"Amazing! To think women not having jobs in the future is strange, and not vice versa!" I guessed that Sherlock had told them about me and where I came from. He looked warmly at me. "You're the first women to ever catch his fancy that I know of."
"She's the *only* women that has and will catch my fancy. Beth, I was thinking. The second we get back home, let's get married."
Watson and his wife started edging for the door, closing it behind them.
"Sherlock!" I cried,"You must be joking!"
"Not at all, Beth. Moriarty seems to have an interest in you that isn't to my liking, and-"
"You're already getting defensive? Wow, you must really love me!"
He gave me one of those grins that made me feel faint. "You know I do, but as I was saying, if we do it then he'll be out of luck."
I looked at him. I could see he was serious, and I knew he wasn't doing this to protect me. He truly, truly, loved me.
I nodded and finaly managed a small 'yes'.
"Alright," he kissed my forehead, "I'll have Mrs. Watson come in and help you get changed into something other than that gown. It was the only thing they could quickly put on you because I refused to leave your side. I turned around with Watson."
"Thank you," I said meekly when he went to leave. He paused.
"For what?"
"Loving me."
"Thank you for saving my life. By the way, you're baffling Watson."
"Why?"
"The way that bullet entered your body and the loss of blood; anyone else would have died."
I smiled at him. "I still had plans, I couldn't die yet."
I recouperated quickly, and Holmes and I were off to New London. It wasn't hard. I programmed it for the exact second after I left. We snuck out, and headed for the cruiser.
On the way to a church, we picked up Wiggins and Deidre. At first surprised to see their employer, they just gaped.
"Oh come on you two!" My fiance said impatiently. "We don't have all day!"
"What's this all aybout, Mr. 'Olmes?" Deidre asked.
"Yeah, what *is* is this all about?" Wiggins said with his usual defensiveness ( a/n I know that's not spelled correctly!).
"Sherlock, don't you think we should have taken a unmarked hovercar? Moriarty will track us in no time!" I cried at sudden realization.
"Didn't think of that, Beth." The term of address caused Deidre and Wiggins to give each other side-long glances. Holmes was old-fashioned, and 19th century men only called a woman by her first name if she was a child or, in my case, a person of sentimental ties. "But it wont matter for very long, now, will it?"
"Please! Tell us what's going on 'ere!" Deidre shrieked.
"We need you to act as witnesses for something." I answered carefully.
"For our marriage." Sherlock grabbed my left hand and showed them the engagement ring without even looking away from the road.
Wiggins and Deidre burst out giggling, when they finally gained their composier, they explained that they always thought that we were "going to 'hook up'", as they said it.
"You two were always flirting and all that rot!" Wiggins said, wiping a tear from laughing away from his eyes.
"Were not!" Sherlock and I said at the same time.
"Like I told you, they're perfect for each other." Deidre said as if finishing a conversation she had been having only with Wiggins.
Once we reached the church, everything happened fast. The next thing I knew I was standing on the alter being asked by the priest if I would marry Sherlock.
And then I said the two most trusting words that anyone could ever say, and I said them without hesitation.
"I do."
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Oh, I worked sooo hard on this! Keep an eye out for the sequal, "Hey Dad!"! Beth has to tell her dad about why she's moving onto Baker street.
