Notes: Well hello, it's been a while writer's block moved into my head for a little while. I hope to have more chapters coming soon.
Disclaimer All that is Canon belongs to Gatiss, Moffat, and the BBC, and anyone I don't know about. The only characters I own are Sam and Jen. This chapter does contain dialogue from the episode so please don't sue me.
Buckle in cause this will be a rollercoaster of a chapter. Enjoy!
Moriarty was a free man; his first port of call would be Baker Street. As the Criminal stood across from him the detective couldn't work out his game.
"I owe you." Moriarty stared at him with soulless eyes before walking out of the room.
Sherlock looked down at the apple that Moriarty had been carving only moments earlier. He picked it up and studied it. I O U glared back at him.
"Oh, and one last thing Sherlock." Moriarty walked back into the room.
The detective turned to look at him.
"How has it been playing daddy for the last year?"
"I don't know what you mean?" Sherlock said, not wanting to play into the games.
"Well, from what I can see, dear Samantha has enjoyed having her daddy. Does she love daddy the best?"
Sherlock blinked confusedly.
"Her Daddy will fall from grace and end up flat on his face." Moriarty sang in a nursery tone. "I O U," he said once more before finally leaving the flat for good.
On the weekend of her thirteenth birthday. Sam found herself sitting on the sofa in the living room of Baker Street. Molly was able to get the weekend off work, thanks to a bit of help from Mycroft who had declined an invitation to the event but sent his regards along with a present.
"So, you told him 'Don't get clever?'" Sam asked John who was sitting at his desk by the windows.
"Yes, and his response was-"
Sherlock jumped in before John could get his words out. "I can't just turn it on and off like a tap."
"Funny that I can," Sam replied.
"Really?" Sherlock questioned skeptically.
"Yeah, though instead of a tap it's more like a light switch. When I want to be 'smart' I allow myself to turn the light on in my head, when I don't want to know which teachers are sleeping with whom, off goes the light."
John looked at Sam amazingly. "Wow, maybe you should teach Sherlock that."
Sherlock made a huff of annoyance.
"Sherlock?" Sam questioned. "There is something that doesn't make sense to me."
"Oh, about birthdays?" Sherlock joked bluntly.
"No, it's about Moriarty." Sam felt the atmosphere in the room grow colder. "Why has he chosen to be in prison? Clearly, after everything he has shown he can do, he'd want to be out on the streets earlier than he was allowed."
John's jaw dropped slightly.
"What?" Sam questioned. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, you didn't say anything wrong." Sherlock smiled "You said everything right. Sadly, Sam, that's one thing that hasn't become clear yet."
Sherlock pressed his violin to his ear as he tuned it. Sam knew there would be no more talk about Moriarty today.
"Are you going to play anything Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson asked from John's chair.
"Possibly."
"So, thirteen Sam. That's a big birthday." Mrs Hudson grinned.
Sam nodded. "Yes, a teenager at last."
"Oh, just you wait." Mrs Hudson said to Molly and Sherlock. "This is when all the hormones start and all she will think about is boys … or girls, you never know these days."
"Sorry, we are late," Greg said walking in with a boy who looked about Sam's age. "Hope you don't mind I've brought my son along. This is Nathan. It's father-son time. But I wanted to come to wish Sam a happy birthday. Also thought you might appreciate having someone here your own age Sam."
"Oh, er thank you," Sam said to Greg. "Hi," Sam said to the boy.
"Hi, … happy birthday."
As John looked over at Sherlock, he was almost convinced he could see slight tension rise in Sherlock at the two arrivals in the room. Though it was more directed at one than the other.
Molly stood up from the sofa "Why don't you two sit down, and I'll grab you some drinks."
"Thanks, Molly," said Greg as she walked past him to the kitchen. "Why don't you go sit down next to Sam?"
"Oh yes thank you," the boy said, plonking himself next to the birthday girl.
If Sam looked up, she was almost convinced she could hear a stifled laugh coming from John.
"Hi" Sam whispered. "Sorry about him, he is just frustrated about a case."
"I'm not frustrated about a case," Sherlock spoke loudly having heard what Sam said.
"Well, you can pretend you are, Like five minutes ago when we were talking about Moriarty."
Molly walked back into the room handing Greg and his son their drinks. "Can we stop going on about that man now? Sam, it's your birthday we need to celebrate."
"You don't have to ask me twice."
"How about you open some of your presents?" Molly suggested.
Slowly Sam unwrapped a few presents from her mother, her uncle, and cousins on Molly's side. Which consisted of books and DVDs. Her grandparents had sent theatre vouchers which could be used the next time they came to London to spend time with her. Mrs Hudson had knitted her a lovely hat. Which Sam instantly loved.
"I got you something as well," John said, producing a wrapped item from the side of his chair. As soon as Sherlock saw it, he rolled his eyes and groaned. "I presume I'm your unofficial godfather. I had to get you something."
"Thank you," Sam said as she began to unwrap it. As soon as the paper was away Sam could see she had her very own deerstalker.
"Oh my god thank you John, I love it."
"I had too, I know at Christmas you mentioned that you like when Sherlock has it. So, like father, like daughter. Right, Sherlock?"
"I am not wearing the hat," Sherlock said quickly before anyone asked him to.
Sam put on the hat and turned her head from side to side "How does it look? Does it suit me?"
Molly was taken back by how grownup her now teenage daughter was. Even though Sam was the spitting image of her younger self Molly felt she was looking at a younger version of Sherlock. She opened her mouth to speak but someone got there before her.
"It looks great on you Sam," Sherlock said quickly.
"Thanks, Sherlock." Sam smiled "Thank you John so much for the hat and thank you, everyone, for my presents."
"There is one more left," Sherlock said, getting up from his chair. He pulled a small square box from his pocket and handed it to his daughter. "Happy birthday Sam."
Sam lifted the lid and saw a small silver key inside. Taking it out she studied it for a moment.
"It's a key to Baker Street. Felt it was about time you had a key to your home," Sherlock said, very matter of factly.
She turned it over in her hands. It was just a normal key. Though Sherlock had got 221B engraved on both sides. She now had a key to Baker Street; he had called it her home. Thinking back to a year ago she was only a few weeks away from meeting him. The first couple of months had been difficult but now he was slowly accepting her, and she now owned a part of his home. A part of her home.
Sam stood up and hugged her father, "Thank you Sherlock I love it."
After Sam opened her presents, the adults broke off into a conversation that didn't interest her. Leaving her with Nathan to talk to.
"So, what's your school like?" Nathan asked her. "I bet it's well posh."
"Nah it's not really" Sam replied, "It's just as bog-standard as any other comprehensive school in the UK."
"I thought you would be at a private school considered who your family is."
Sam laughed, "Yeah my uncle Mycroft did want to send me to a private school, but mum wanted me to go somewhere normal."
"And how is that working out?"
"It's never boring. Last week one of the popular girls from my year accidentally threw one of the boy's bags in a tree. It stayed there for about a week."
"You're right that doesn't sound boring. I got you a present by the way." Nathan said, handing her the wrapped gift.
"Oh, you didn't have to." Sam said, feeling surprised and embarrassed at the same time.
"Dad mentioned it was your birthday party and that we might be going, and we didn't want to turn up without a gift. I hope you like books, my friend said this is a good one."
Sam unwrapped the paper and saw the title said The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
"My friend also told me there is a female character called Sam in it, so it felt like the right one to get you."
"Thanks, Nathan if you'd like I could text you when I've finished and let you know what I thought of that."
The young boy pulled his phone out of his pocket so they could exchange numbers. "Yes of course that is fine. Oh, and you can call me Nate. Everyone else does."
"Okay Nate"
"I hope you don't mind me asking but what is it like to have Sherlock Holmes as your dad?"
Sam looked over at Sherlock who was in mid-argument with John. "It's never dull."
A couple of days after Sam's birthday Sherlock was informed of the kidnapping of the US ambassador's children from a boarding school. He was incredibly grateful that it wasn't Sam's school that they were taken from.
After visiting the crime scene, Sherlock knew there was one person whose help he would need. Luckily, he caught her just as she was on her way out.
"Molly!"
"Oh, hello, I'm just going out."
"No, you're not." He said putting his hand on her back.
"I've got a lunch date."
"Cancel it. You're having lunch with me."
"What?"
"Need your help. It's one of your boyfriends, we're trying to track him down. He's been a bit naughty."
"It's Moriarty?" John questioned.
"Of course, it's Moriarty."
"Uh, Jim wasn't even my boyfriend. We went out three times. I ended it."
"Yes, and then he stole the Crown Jewels, broke into the Bank of England and organised a prison break at Pentonville. Not to forget he also kidnapped our daughter who I didn't know about, forced her to wear a bomb vest and reveal her identity to me not knowing if she was going to live or die. For the sake of law and order, I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship, Molly."
Sherlock walked straight into the lab before Molly could respond.
Molly had been in the lab with Sherlock for a few hours. The words he had said earlier about Sam stung a little, but she knew it was his protective side coming out in the only way he knew how. It reminded her of someone she missed very much.
"You're a bit like my dad. He's dead. No, sorry."
Molly, please don't feel the need to make conversation. It's really not your area."
"When he was dying, he was always cheerful, he was lovely. Except when he thought no one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad.
Molly watched as her daughter hugged her grandfather thanking him for Toby the kitten, he had gotten her as a Christmas present.
"I love him so much, grandad. Thank you thank you thank you." Sam said hugging him tightly
Molly noticed how her father flinched as the hug tightened; he was clearly in pain but didn't let on to his granddaughter.
"You're very welcome Sammy. Why don't you see if he wants to play with you? There are a couple of toys in that box under the tree for you both."
Sam walked over to the tree and sat down underneath it. Opening the box, she looked through the toys eventually deciding on a small stick that was a ball on a piece of string.
"Hey Toby, you like this?" Sam said quickly crawling over to him. The small kitten quickly took interest in the toy as Sam waved it gently in front of him.
Her grandfather watched but there was no smile on his face. He knew deep down he didn't have many hours left. This present, his last gift to his two girls, would bring them comforts in the months and years to come.
Unbeknownst to him Samuel Hooper's daughter watched him sensing his sadness. He was slowly becoming a shadow of the man he was before. Molly wasn't ready to lose her dad, she wasn't ready to parent on her own. Knowing that Sam would only have her to look up to. She held herself back from crying knowing it wouldn't be right to upset Sam. Wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand she joined Sam on the floor with Toby. "He likes you, Sammy."
"Well of course he does." Her father chuckled, "That's why I got her this one."
Molly looked up at her dad. He was back to being cheerful. "You okay dad?"
"Of course," he lied "I've never been better."
"Molly" Sherlock's voice warned with irritation.
Molly continued as if Sherlock didn't speak, "You look sad. When you think he can't see you." She looked over at John. "Are you okay? Don't just say you are because I know what that means, looking sad when no one can see you."
"You can see me."
"I don't count. What I'm trying to say is that if there's anything I can do, anything you need anything at all, you can have me." 'Oh god he's going to think I mean sleeping together again' Molly mentally kicked herself. "No, I just mean … I mean, if there's anything you need. It's fine."
"But what could I need from you?" Sherlock confusedly asked.
"Nothing. I don't know." Molly bluntly replied. "But you could probably say thank you, actually. 'Thank you for raising our child, keeping her safe and always knowing she knew the best parts of you.' Molly wanted to add.
Sherlock thought about it for a moment. "Thank you."
"I'm just going to go get some crisps. Do you want anything? It's okay. I know you don't."
"Well actually, maybe I'll …"
Molly cut him off "I know you don't." she swiftly walked out of the lab not looking back. She waited until she was out of the lab before she allowed herself to cry.
The case was driving him mad. He needed to get to the bottom of it. He told Lestrade what the next move would be; it was just a waiting game now. The detective sat at his laptop typing while John looked out the window. "He'll be deciding."
"Deciding?" John asked.
"Whether to come back with a warrant and arrest me."
John turned his head to look at Sherlock. "You think?"
"Standard procedure."
"Should have gone with him. People will think-"
"I don't care what people think."
"You'd care if they thought you were stupid or wrong."
"No that would just make them stupid or wrong."
"Sherlock, I don't want the world believing you're-" he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
Sherlock's head snapped up "That I am what?"
"A fraud. How do you think Sam is going to feel about all this if it comes out that everyone thinks you are just one big lie."
"She knows what I am. She is a part of me. Her mind works the same."
John stared at him blankly.
"You're worried they're right about me," Sherlock said sitting back in his seat.
John watched as Sherlock got arrested. "He's not resisting."
"It's alright, John," Sherlock said coolly as if he was not getting arrested.
"He's not resisting," John repeated. "No, it's not alright. This is ridiculous."
"Get him downstairs, now," Lestrade instructed.
"You know you don't" John began but Greg cut him off
"Don't try to interfere or I shall arrest you too."
"You done?" John turned on Sally
"Oh, I said it. First time we met."
"Don't bother."
"Solving crime won't be enough. One day, he'll cross the line. Now ask yourself, what sort of man would kidnap those kids just so he can impress us all by finding them?
"Not Sherlock. He has his own child taken he wouldn't do that. "
"As if Freak even cares for that child. I think she is just another fabricated lie of his."
"Sam is Sherlock's." John angrily spat.
"Well let's hope the apple falls far from the tree. Two freaks would be too much to handle."
John saw red but held back his anger. Before he could say anything, someone else walked into the room.
"Donovan?"
"Sir" she replied.
"That's our man?" he asked.
"Uh, yes, sir."
"Looked a bit of a weirdo if you ask me. Often are, these vigilante types." John's anger got the better of him. "What are you looking at?" The chief superintendent asked as John's fist hit his face.
"Joining, me?" Sherlock asked when he was thrown against the car next to him.
"Yeah. Apparently, it's against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent and Sally said something things about you and Sam and well attacking him seemed like a good idea "
"Mh, Thank you." Sherlock paused for a moment "Bit awkward, this."
Before John could catch his breath Sherlock executed their getaway plan by pretending to have John as his hostage. Before the police could do anything, they caught them escaping into the streets of London.
After he met Kitty Riley and Richard Brooks there was only one person he wanted to see. The only one that he knew could help him. Standing in the dark corner of the lab he could hear Molly walking closer in the distance as she prepared to leave work. She didn't know any of it yet.
He knew Molly was the right person for this she had been there for him in the past. He allowed himself to enter a relationship all those years ago with her. Molly had also saved him from a close drug overdose. Sherlock remembered her telling the story of how she found him in the street. If she helped him then he would help her now.
"You're wrong, you know," Sherlock said, making Molly jump. "You do count. You've always counted, and I've always trusted you. But you were right. I'm not okay."
"Tell me what's wrong."
"Molly I think I'm going to die."
'No' Molly's inner voice screamed. 'I can't let Sam lose her dad. I can't lose Sherlock. We both need him. "What do you need?"
"If I wasn't everything that you think I am, everything that I think I am, would you still want to help me?" he stepped closer and closer to her.
"What do you need?" she asked him again
"You."
To state that John Watson was angry was the understatement of the century. He was one hundred percent fuming. He sat waiting in a chair at The Diogenes Club for Mycroft Holmes to turn up. He soon heard the familiar footsteps.
"She has really done her homework, Miss Riley. There's things that only someone close to Sherlock could know."
"Ah" Mycroft replied, shutting the door for privacy.
"Have you seen your brother's address book lately?"
"There's two names, yours and mine. And Moriarty didn't get this stuff from me."
"John…"
"So, how does it work, then? Your relationship? You go out for a coffee now and then, Eh? You and Jim? Your own brother and you blabbed his entire life to this maniac. You didn't tell him anything about Sam that is impressive."
"I never intended… I never dreamed…
"This, see, this is what you were trying to tell me, isn't it? Watch his back cause I've made a mistake. How did you meet him?" John asked.
"People like him, we… know about them, we watch them. But James Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal mind the world has ever seen, and in his pocket lies the ultimate weapon, a key code. A few lines of computer code that can unlock any door."
"And you abducted him?" John questioned. "To try and find the key code."
"Interrogated him for weeks."
"And?"
"He wouldn't play along. He just sat there, staring into the darkness. The only thing that made him open up… I could get him to talk. Just a little. But..."
"In return, you had to offer him Sherlock's life story. So, there's one big lie, Sherlock's a fraud. But people will swallow because the rest of it is true. Moriarty wanted Sherlock destroyed, right? And you have given him the perfect ammunition."
"John." Mycroft cleared his throat. "I'm sorry."
John scoffed, "Oh. Please. Leave that sorry for Sam when she finds out you're the one who sold her dad out. The reason she might never get to see him again." Without looking back John walked out of the room.
"Tell him would you," Mycroft spoke.
Sherlock and Molly were in the lab preparing; they needed to execute the plan with complete accuracy. The detective was pleased Molly had agreed to help him. He liked having her near him. She kept him calm in a way no one else had ever been able to.
Molly walked over to Sherlock "Sam and I… we can go with you, Sherlock. We can all just go away and never come back and start a new life. Just the three of us."
Sherlock couldn't deny he didn't mind that idea, but it wasn't practical, "It wouldn't work. What about Sam's friends and doctors?"
"She'd understand." Molly said with certainty. "Mycroft can always sort something. Sam wouldn't care if we can explain to her. She won't mind."
"Wouldn't she?"
"No, she wouldn't because we could try and be a proper family just as long as it's me and you."
Sherlock thought long and hard for a moment. He was about to admit something that had been on his mind for a while. "But she doesn't even like me."
Molly rolled her eyes. "She loves you more than you know."
"She doesn't even call me da..."
Molly jumped in "She does at home all the time 'dad showed me this' or dad said when you were at uni' or 'dad's deductions' ... Oh and after you gave Sam her birthday present all she said when we got home was, 'Dad gave me a key to Baker Street. Dad wants me at Baker Street more. Dad got this key just for me.."
"She said all that?" Sherlock questioned. A small gentle smile appeared across his face.
"Yes she did. So, I was thinking we sort all this. Your death. Then Mycroft can get someone to get Sammy out of school and then we can go stay with my brother in America and Mycroft can maybe give us new identities or something. I don't know as long as we're together. As a family."
The idea did sound half tempting. "I wouldn't mind Molly Hooper, but it can't work like that. This trip will be me taking down the Moriarty network. It will take time and it will be dangerous.
"So, we can't go with you?" Molly sighed.
"No."
"Is Sammy going to know that you're alive?"
"I'd want her to know but knowing Mycroft I would expect him to want very few people knowing."
"So, we're going to lie to our little girl for possibly years?" Molly asked as tears began to drop down her cheeks.
Sherlock pulled her into a hug and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "If it keeps both of you safe and everyone else, it's what we have to do."
Molly looked up at him. "There is no other way, is there?"
"I'm afraid not Molly."
"I'll make sure Sam knows, though she does anyway she is half of you. That it's not all just a trick. That you are real."
"Tell her to believe in Sherlock Holmes. Tell her he will protect her in her dreams. And the east wind. And more importantly, he lov… cares for her from the moment he knew about her and always will."
Molly nodded, "I can do that."
"Before John gets back, I'm going to record her a video and text it to her before I get to the roof. She should get ten minutes before English class, she'll watch it straight away. And then when my death is announced that should be another thirty minutes, she'll be twenty minutes into the lesson. I'm going to make Mycroft have everyone on the phone who is in class with her get a text saying I'm dead. Everyone except Sam."
"What will the text say?" Molly asked.
"That" The detective swallowed a lump in his throat. "Sherlock Holmes has died. She will contact Mycroft right away in order to get back to London as soon as possible. I'll tell him to have a helicopter on standby. She did say she wanted a go in it. Mycroft will tell Greg to go in it. Sam will need someone she likes to comfort her. Someone who is close to me."
"That sounds like a good idea we should get on with it."
"Yes, Molly Hooper," Sherlock said, kissing her on the forehead before walking out the door of the lab to find a quiet space to begin filming a video for his daughter.
After finding an empty room Sherlock sat down, propped his phone up. Sitting there quietly for a few minutes he reflected on what he wanted to say. What he wanted his final direct message to Sam to be for the time being. When he was ready, he hit the button record.
"Sam, I know watching this you are going to be confused. I promise it will all make sense very soon. You have to promise me you don't contact anyone asking why I sent you this video that is particularly important. I wish I could be there in person with you, but this video is the best I can do at such short notice.
Getting to know you over the last year has been enjoyable. I loved going over the old case with you and seeing how you would work them all out. Your mind is most certainly sharper than John's. Please keep practising, the next generation of consulting detectives depends on you.
I cannot express enough what an amazing job your mother has done in raising you. She has made sure you are kind and respectful, most of the time you have put me in my place when needed. You get that from Molly. She has done a better job than I ever could.
Please remember me as I am the person you have spent time with. The person who you understood. You'll know what is true don't forget that."
Sherlock picked up his phone, so it was now at arm's length. "Please know that none of this is your fault. It's not because of you. You've made this last year worthwhile. Sam Hooper. Sam Holmes. I care for you very much and will watch over you. I…" Sherlock stumbled on his words. "Care for you more than you will ever know. Drive Mycroft crazy for me and look after your mum. Goodbye daughter mine."
Sherlock hit the stop button and put his phone back into his pocket. He wiped away a few tears he didn't realise had been there. He walked back to the lab and found Molly clearing up.
"Did you record the video?"
Sherlock nodded.
Molly walked over to him. When she stood close to him, he pulled her in for a hug. "She will understand one day."
"Yes." Sherlock agreed. "But for now, she needs to grieve to be safe. She will hate us but that's just a price we have to pay to keep her safe."
A little while later once Sherlock had gotten John out of the way making him think he needed to go back to Baker Street he knew it was the perfect time to head to the roof. Luckily, he got a text from Moriarty. It was showtime. Before ascending the stairs to the rooftop, he texted Sam the video. This was how it was meant to be.
"Now, shall we finish the game?" Moriarty asked after to explain how he got away with everything. "Go on for me."
Moriarty continued taunting Sherlock about Newspapers and how he would now be known as a fraud and asking him to kill himself just for him.
Sherlock got angry and grabbed Moriarty's coat holding him to the edge of the building wanting to let go and see this man disappear.
"Your friends will die if you don't."
"John?"
"Not just John. Everyone."
"Mrs Hudson?"
"Everyone."
"Lestrade?"
"Three bullets, and a fourth."
"A fourth?" Sherlock questioned.
"A bullet hanging over your daughter's head. A trigger just waiting to be pulled. Maybe a week from now, months or even years? But one day Sherlock it will be pulled, and you'll always be left wondering when."
"No!"
"You'll drive yourself crazy." Moriarty chuckled.
"I said no this stops now."
"Your daughter won't die today or any other day, but you will. Sherlock. We all have our downfalls and Sam is yours.
"I finish your story I kill myself. I die in disgrace."
"Of course, that's the point of this. Sam never really knew you anyway. So, what's the difference? Off you pop."
After watching Moriarty shoot himself in the head, he knew what he had to do. Stepping onto the edge of the roof. He rang John.
"It's all true," Sherlock spoke into the phone when John was in the perfect spot. "Everything they said about me. I invented Moriarty."
"Why are you saying this?"
"I'm a fake."
"Sherlock."
"The newspapers were right all along. I want you to tell Lestrade. I want you to tell Mrs Hudson and Molly and Sam. In fact, tell anyone who will listen to you that I created Moriarty for my own purposes."
"Okay, shut up, Sherlock, shut up. The first time we met. The first time we met you knew all about my sister. "
"Right?"
"Nobody could be that clever."
"You could"
Sherlock laughed to himself.
"I researched you. Before we met, I discovered everything that I could to impress you. It's just a simple magic trick."
"No, all right, stop it now. What about Sam? She isn't a fake or fraud. Is she your daughter?"
"Sam is my daughter and she, like the rest of you, was a pawn in my game. I then trained to carry on the illusion."
John moved forward but Sherlock instructed him not to.
"Please, will you do this for me?"
"Do what?" John asked.
"This phone call. It's, um… It's my note. It's what people do don't they? Leave a note."
"No Sherlock. Think of Sam. She needs you. Stay for her."
"She doesn't need me. She survived twelve years without me, what difference is a lifetime. She doesn't need a fraud. Sam needs a normal life. Not a fraud for a dad."
"No Sherlock."
"Goodbye John."
Sherlock threw his phone back on to the roof. Taking a moment to prepare himself knowing everything was in place for the next bit. Then in a blink of an eye, he took one last step. Sherlock Holmes fell through before hitting the pavement.
Across the country, Sam sat in her English class. Feeling confused about a video clearing it from her thoughts she began to focus on the lesson. 'It was probably just a test. A joke.' She thought to herself. Unbeknownst to Sam back in London her whole world had come tumbling down and it will never be the same.
Notes: So the Fall has happened. How do you think Sam? is going to react? Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Thanks to Colonialfire24 for beta reading this chapter for me.