Faye pulled back the blinds on the window slightly, looking down on the road outside, her eyes scanning as she tried to... Oh yeah, there it was. The black government car. Mycroft was still having her followed. More than likely he'd know that she was in St Bart's, but they were probably waiting for her to appear on the roof. She didn't have much time. She let the blinds swing shut as she turned back to Molly, who was staring at her, stunned.

"So, questions?" Faye asked and Molly nodded.

"You're pregnant?" Faye nodded, "With Sherlock's..." Faye nodded again, "Why are you telling me?"

"Honestly?" Faye started, "Because I don't think you'll try and make me keep it."

"Wait, you don't want to keep it?" Molly exclaimed and Faye shook her head.

"No." She replied instantly, before hesitating, "Yes, maybe. I don't know!" She sat on one of the stools littering the room, "I mean, the window of opportunity is rapidly closing and I don't know what to do! I mean, I'm not fit to be a mother. I can barely look after myself, Mycroft does everything for me. I just..." She smiled sadly at Molly, "John would try and convince me to keep it and Mycroft would try and convince me to get rid of it, regardless of what I want to do. I thought you might understand, or at least understand it's my choice." Molly sat awkwardly in front of her, the two women huddled together.

If she was perfectly honest, Molly had no idea what to say. She wanted to tell Faye that Sherlock was alive, more so than ever now. She deserved to know more than ever, but the fact was she had no way of contacting him at all. She had no idea where he was, or what he was doing. She didn't have a phone number for him, so telling her about Sherlock would accomplish nothing except to add to her stress.

"Maybe this baby will be the making of you." Molly said without thinking and Faye tilted her head to one side, not as offended as Molly thought she was going to be.

"What do you mean?" She asked curiously. Molly shrugged, sitting up straighter.

"Well, you say that Sherlock's brother looks after you a lot." Molly held her hands up defensively, "And I only know what you and Sherlock may have told me, so please don't get the wrong idea, but you've had no other reason to look after yourself, have you? Maybe this baby is it. You won't be able to let Mycroft look after you, because you'll have to look after them."

"I thought that too." Faye replied lowly, "But I don't know if it's enough." She looked over her shoulder at the window, "Please, don't tell anyone, but I've been seeing her again a lot lately." Molly frowned in confusion.

"Who?"

"Mary." Faye clarified, "I'm having serious issues with her, because Sherlock was calling me by her name and I was finally becoming comfortable again, and then he died and now her name's floating around my head again."

"I thought all that stuff in the paper was fake." Molly stated and Faye shook her head.

"Oh no, most of it was true." She replied, "Everything about me and Sherlock's past was true. My old name was Mary. I suffered with terrible self-esteem issues my entire life because of her. When I get really bad, it's like I can see her. She stares back at me in mirrors and stuff, taunting me." Molly stared silently as she studied her, the analytical side of her brain kicking up into full gear.

"You see yourself as two separate entities, don't you?" She asked.

"Yeah." Faye replied as if it was obvious.

"Why?" Molly pressed.

"Because if I didn't, she'd kill me." Faye replied bluntly, "And that's just it. I can't look after myself without creating another personality to keep me safe from the voice in my head telling me I need to starve myself. One parent commits suicide, the other has tried before. It's not exactly a safe gene pool to be splashing in, is it?" She ran her hand through her hair as her phone began ringing, "There he is now."

"John?" Molly asked as Faye reached into her jacket pocket, pulling it out. Yep, 'Mikey', in plain letters across her screen. She didn't even call him that, but she knew it pissed him off so she kept it like that.

"No, Mycroft. He has people follow me about when he's worried." She pressed the answer button, "Hello Mycroft."

"Dr Watson will not be happy to learn you're in St Bart's." He told her pointedly and she rolled her eyes.

"Why would 'Dr Watson' even find out?" She snapped in reply, "Surely you also know I'm not on the roof."

"You are still in the building." Mycroft replied and she nodded.

"Yes, I came to see Molly. We're going out for lunch."

"And that was something you couldn't do without that particular goldfish?" Molly almost started as Faye's face dropped into a scowl.

"That little 'goldfish' is my friend, Mycroft." She practically shouted into the phone, "I won't have you belittle her. And stop following me!" She hung up and her face immediately broke out into bright smile, "There, that should keep him away for a few days." She shot up off the chair and skipped to the window, looking out just to see the car drive away, "Oh brilliant, he sent his minions away as well." She cheered.

"Did he... did he call me a goldfish?" Molly had to asked and Faye nodded.

"Yeah, but he does that to everyone. I wouldn't worry about it." She dismissed, "Come on, lunch." Molly frowned, still completely lost. One minute they were talking about the fact she was pregnant with Sherlock's child, now they were going out?

"We're actually going to lunch?" Faye nodded.

"Yeah, I want a jacket potato." She frowned slightly, bewildered, "You didn't think I was just using you for an excuse, did you?" At Molly's guilty look she rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on Molly. Keep up." Molly couldn't help but laugh at the very 'Sherlock' exclamation.

"But, what about the, you know..." She nodded at Faye's stomach and she shrugged.

"I haven't a clue." She admitted freely, "But just because the car's driven off doesn't mean no one's watching. We have to go now." Molly scrambled up, and after fetching her coat and purse, they headed into the hallway.

"When's your next appointment?" Molly asked, "I could go with you, if you like. For support." She offered her help nervously and Faye shook her head.

"I've not been to the doctor's yet." She replied, "I can't. If it gets put in a file, Mycroft will get his sneaky paws on it. Then he'll know." She didn't blame Molly for looking horrified, she didn't feel great about it herself. Still, with her decision on the whole 'baby' thing constantly changing, she didn't know if getting a check up was even necessary.

"But, how do you know if you're healthy?!" Molly exclaimed, "Or the baby? Sherlock wouldn't..."

"Sherlock wouldn't have wanted it." Faye interrupted harshly, "End of. If Sherlock was here, this decision would have been a million times easier. Truth is, it's because he's not here it isn't." Molly shot her a look.

"You'll start showing soon." She pointed out and Faye sighed as they left the building.

"I know." She mumbled before smiling gratefully at Molly, "When I go to the doctor's, I'd love you to come with me. I'm terrified." Molly nodded, smiling back at her.

"That's fine."

~0~0~0~

Faye was watching some soap, Eastenders John guessed but he'd never given any of them much thought. She didn't seem to be either, her feet on the coffee table in front of her, wrapped up in her dressing gown as she stared blankly ahead. John looked up from him computer, where he spent the majority of his time trying to blog, and failing miserably. He couldn't bring himself to write anything, without Sherlock it seemed pointless. So he'd taken to reading others, trying to find something else to write about. So far nothing was standing out.

"Do you fancy Chinese?" He called over, shutting the lid on his laptop. They ate too many takeaways, but he needed to get out of the flat. He turned, but she didn't reply, "Faye?" Still nothing and he frowned in concern, "Faye?" he called louder, but she stayed lost in her thoughts. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the onslaught of anger coming his way, "Mary?"

"Yeah?" She called back vaguely before catching herself. She turned to look at him, surprised at herself, "Did you just call me Mary?" He nodded.

"And you answered." He replied, worriedly. She bit her lip, turning back to the television.

"That's not good, is it?" She muttered to herself, catching just the outline of herself in the screen as the show changed scenes. Not good at all.