I do apologise, I appear to have discovered Supernatural. Just started Season 3, wish me luck...
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Faye swivelled around on the barstool after thanking the bartender for her Coke. She propped her elbows on the bar behind her and looked out into the dark club, taking a sip as she surveyed the room critically. It wasn't incredibly busy, it being only a Tuesday but there was still enough to keep the club out of the 'lonely singletons' area.
"Right." She started slowly, "How about him?" She nodded to a bunch of men chatting around one of the tables they had in clubs designed for standing around, "The one in the green shirt." Molly looked over, scrutinizing him closely before wrinkling her nose and shaking her head.
"Too young." She replied over the music, "And short." Faye laughed and nodded.
"Okay, I can see that." She conceded, "What about..." She scanned the room as she kept the word trailing out of her mouth, "Him?" She pointed to a taller man in a tight white shirt and black trousers, grooving to himself, blind drunk. She looked at Molly, eyebrows raised until they both broke out into laughter.
"Definitely not." Molly replied, taking a sip of her Bacardi and Coke. Faye sighed.
"Okay, so there's no good blokes here for us to ogle. What about women?" Molly realised Faye was staring at her expectantly and blushed, shaking her head.
"Oh no, not me. You can, though. Of course, it's fine." Faye nodded.
"I know it's fine." She replied, drinking the rest of her Coke and placing on the bar, "This is getting us no where fast."
"I'm sorry." Molly replied guiltily, "I guess these men don't fit my 'type'." Faye nodded.
"Should have seen that, really." She admitted, "We'll go to the library tomorrow." Molly giggled, trailing off when she saw the serious look on Faye's face and realised she actually meant it.
"You don't have to." Molly stuttered out uncomfortably and Faye sighed, chucking her head back, her rounded stomach silhouetted by the mood lighting.
"I'm just so bored!" She cried angrily, "Sherlock used to take up so much of my time, now I have nothing to do and it's so tedious!"
"I'm guessing you didn't get your job back again?" Molly asked and she shook her head, taking another sip of her Coke.
"3 times, Molly!" She exclaimed in frustration, "3 times I've tried to go grovelling back and each time all I've got is 'we're sorry, we'd love to have you back but it's just not what we can offer right now'. Which is their way of saying 'We're sorry, we'd love to have you back but the British Government won't let us'." Molly laughed again, feeling slightly giddy because of the alcohol she'd taken to drinking for their night out.
"You don't know that." Faye nodded with a grimace.
"I do." She retorted, "I've been rejected for many things and whether it be a job, a date or a credit card I can always tell which is an actual rejection and which is a Mycroft-fuelled fear rejection."
"Maybe he's punishing you for not telling John." Molly offered, "I still don't know how you can keep it from him. He's going to notice when you go into labour."
"If he hasn't noticed with me walking around with this," she motioned to her stomach, "then it's his own fault at this point. Quite frankly, I don't know how anyone couldn't tell I'm knocked up, let alone a doctor." She slid off the stool, landing standing upright, "This is boring, let's go." Molly rolled her eyes, amused by her more and more everyday then finished her drink, jumping off her stool and linking arms with her.
"I know a brilliant karaoke bar." She offered with a sly grin and Faye stared at her with fake offense.
"And you've been keeping it from me? Molly Hooper, you're such a tease. We'll get you laid yet."
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John smiled to himself as he heard the door downstairs open then slam shut. There was Faye now. He closed the lid on his laptop and twisted in his chair, ready to watch her drunkenly fall into the room. She was quite entertaining when pissed, so he wanted a front row seat. He heard her start up the stairs, then frowned when she didn't seem to make it all the way up. Must have fallen. Or fallen asleep, she'd done that before. He smiled sadly at the memory of her and Sherlock curled up on the stairs, fast asleep. Sherlock had placed a hand on her hip, pulling her closer as they'd spooned. It had been adorable, actually. If not slightly strange to see them in such a compromising position. He stood up with a sigh, ready to go fetch her when he opened the door the same time she was trying to on the other side. With a yelp of surprise, she fell into him and they tumbled to the floor, Faye using her arms to support herself before she squashed him completely.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry John." She apologised, embarrassed but John wasn't paying attention, his focus pulled to her stomach, which was pushing into his firmly. She noticed, the astonished look on his face showing her everything he was thinking in quick succession and she struggled to push herself off him, brushing herself down. He stared up at her, mouth agape and eyes wide.
"You're... You're pregnant." He exclaimed and she nodded.
"Do keep up, John." She retorted. He scrambled up, finally taking in the baby bump that seemed to suddenly appear.
"Is it Sherlock's?" He demanded and she rolled her eyes.
"Of course it's bloody Sherlock's, you arsehole!" She snapped back, pulling her extra large cardigan around her stomach, "Who else would it be? It's not like I can go anywhere without you or Mycroft watching." His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You told me you weren't pregnant." He accused and she nodded.
"That was a lie." She replied simply, "I was going to get rid of it, so what was the point in telling you?"
"What changed your mind?" He challenged and she shrugged.
"Molly, mainly." She admitted, "She pointed out that maybe having a baby would be the catalyst for me being able to let go of Mycroft's shirt tails and stand on my own two feet for the first time in my life." She walked over to the sofa and sat down, which was harder than it used to be and she dreaded thinking about how harder it was going to get as she got bigger, "With a baby, I can't be concerned about how I look, or whether or not I can go another day. I have to, she can't live without me, can she?" He sat down next to her, his eyes dropping to her stomach for a moment then back up to her face. She looked down, uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze.
He felt hurt, betrayed by the fact she had so blatantly lied to him and had continued to do so. The fact he only found out by a chance stumble was the only reason he knew. And Molly knew, and Mycroft knew. He would bet his gun that Mrs Hudson knew as well. He was outraged and devastated that he'd been kept out of the loop.
Then there was the fact it was Sherlock's child. The little thing growing inside her was his best friend's, who also happened to be dead and buried. John's heart broke for the fact neither would know the other. Sherlock would never meet his only child, and the baby would grow up never having had it's dad. What if he couldn't look at it without thinking about Sherlock? What if it had Sherlock's eyes? Jesus, that expressive yet cold and collected stare looking at him, could he even bare to be in the same room knowing the baby was there but Sherlock wasn't?
Faye shrunk slightly as he locked eyes with her, another thought popping into his head, overriding everything else.
"It's a girl?" He whispered and she smiled, nodded and resting her hand on her stomach.
"Yes." She whispered, "My little bastard Holmes is in fact, a girl." A grin spread across his face and he laughed in celebration, Faye joining in on the giggles.
"It's a girl!" He pulled her in for a hug and she clung to him, closing her eyes and burrowing her face in his shoulder.
"It's a girl." John whispered.
