Some very extreme reactions to the last chapter. And Twilight hate, which I like XD

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Faye shifted again as she sat in Sher- the chair she'd chosen to sit in, nervous and looking so terrified that John reconsidered the entire exercise. Her hands clenched and unclenched on the armrests as she looked over again, wide-eyed at him and Bella.

"You don't have to do this." John reassured her calmly and she shook her head.

"But I kinda do, don't I?" She replied before taking a deep breath, "Okay, pass her here." He held the baby out to her, and she reached out before freezing, "You're not going anywhere, are you?" She asked desperately and he shook his head.

"I'll be right here." He promised.

"And if you think I'm going to hurt her..."

"I will stop you." He again promised before showing her how to hold Bella correctly, "Make sure you have her head, her neck's very fragile at the moment." He instructed and Faye was holding her baby for the first time since she'd been born two weeks ago.

Once the pair had been released from hospital, and John still had no idea how Mycroft had managed that one so quickly considered her behaviour there, Faye had stopped being so angry and lashing out, rather just was terrified of the tiny baby in her arms. Seeing that Faye wasn't exactly turning her daughter away and was, rather, frightened of herself with the baby, he'd moved the Moses basket into his bedroom and had taken over the role of new parent. He wasn't sure why he'd done it, most people would and had told him he was going above and beyond doing this for her, considering they weren't even dating and he wasn't Bella's father. He was inclined to agree, but, well... he loved babies, what else could he say? And it wasn't like he slept very well these days as it was. Every little thing she did, and there wasn't much because babies didn't do much, was astounding to him, and the last couple of days he'd seen Faye take more of an interest, watching him feed and fuss over her. Then, a couple of minutes ago, out of the blue, she'd asked if she could hold her. Of course she could, he'd replied, Bella was her daughter, not his.

"Hello, Bella." Faye said to the little girl in her arms, "My names Faye. I'm, well, I guess I'm your mum." She bit her lip nervously, "How are you?" She asked before cringing, "She asks as if you can reply, or in fact have any idea what I'm saying to you. God, I hope you have your father's brains, because I'm a moron."

"You're not a moron." John told her, "And it doesn't matter if she doesn't understand, she likes the sound of your voice." Faye looked down, letting out a shuddering breath before smiling as the girl seemed content to just lay there, blinking at her with huge, bright, always-changing eyes.

"I suppose she does." She agreed cautiously. The doorbell rang and Bella gurgled as if she was about to cry, "John!" Faye cried in panic but she settled back down straight away and John chuckled.

"She doesn't like the sound of the doorbell." He explained, "I'm guessing she gets that from you." Faye smiled again, almost proud that her child was as anti-social as both her parents.

"Hey, you can't just barge in..." Mrs Hudson's voice floated up, indignant as she followed the footsteps rushing up the stairs. John and Faye both looked at the door as it swung open and a panting Anderson was stood there. John's eyes narrowed and he stood up.

"Get out." He snapped harshly and Anderson shook his head.

"Just listen for two minutes." He begged, "There's been a drug's bust in Budapest..."

"And?" John snarled, "She's just had a baby, get out."

"She deserves to know!" Anderson cried as Mrs Hudson appeared.

"Sorry, John, he pushed right past me." The older woman explained apologetically.

"It's all right, Mrs Hudson." John replied firmly, before turning back to Anderson, ready to forcefully remove him if he had to, "There's nothing for her to know. You'll just upset her. Leave." Anderson, desperate for someone to listen to him, turned to Faye.

"There was another, same set up, same outcome just west of the city. I think it's..."

"Sherlock?" She interrupted, "No, it wasn't. Mycroft told me about that, they'd been working on the cartel for years."

"He might be lying." Anderson tried and Faye tensed, a furious look on her face.

"What? You think Mycroft is lying to me?" She exclaimed, "After I'm just had a baby? His brother's baby? Do you really think he'd keep that from me?" In her arms, Bella began to fuss as Anderson looked sufficiently chagrined, "You've upset Mrs Hudson and you're upsetting my daughter. Get out." With his head bowed, he apologised and left, crestfallen. Mrs Hudson, smiling at the two and feeling very happy they still had each other, made her way back down to her own flat. John turned to Faye, a surprised but happy look on his face.

"So, you don't think Sherlock's out there somewhere anymore?" He asked her and she shook her head.

"Mycroft wouldn't allow me to give birth and not tell me if he knew his brother was alive." She admitted sadly, "But I'm keeping the coat." John held his hands up in surrender.

"That is absolutely fine." He told her as Bella began crying. Faye took a sharp inhale of breath, the terrified look, that had been replaced by the one of fierce protection at Anderson's intrusion, fell back on her face and she stared at John, wide-eyed.

"What's wrong?" She whimpered.

"She's probably hungry." He told her gently, "Do you want to feed her?" Faye shook her head wildly, holding Bella towards him as safely as she could.

"No." She insisted, "Take her off me, please." She begged and he nodded, softly scooping her back into his arms and Faye shot up from the chair, "I'm going for a walk. Want anything?" He shook his head as he headed to fetch a pre made bottle of formula for the crying bundle in his arms.

"You could always cook us something for tea." He prompted cheekily and she laughed, grabbing her coat and purse.

"You got it." And she rushed out. Outside, as always when he was worried about her, sat one of Mycroft's cars. She scrambled into the back and smiled at the woman sat there. Sally, a regular to sit and watch her when told.

"I want to go to the supermarket." She instruction, "Then, I want you to take me to Anderson's house and to not tell Mycroft." Sally shook her head, barely glancing up from her phone.

"Sorry, Mr Holmes' instructions are to keep him fully informed on where you go if you leave Baker Street." She rattled off.

"You won't tell him, or I will tell him what happened to the sixth glass in his antique Victorian sherry set." That caught Sally's attention and she looked up, worried.

"You wouldn't." Faye leant in closer, a smirk and a raised eyebrow,

"Wouldn't I?" She retorted, "Don't tell Mycroft, or I will." Sally sighed in resignation, nodding.

"Yes, Miss."

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Anderson blinked in surprise and he opened his front door to see Faye stood there. Immediately he looked apologetic and his head bowed slightly. He hadn't thought about the fact the woman hadn't been out of hospital long, and with a newborn. He shouldn't have just burst in, he knew that. He just wanted someone to listen to.

"I'm sorry about..."

"I think Mycroft's lying to me." She interrupted, contradicting her words from his flat an hour or so before, "I think Sherlock is alive, and I need help finding him." Dumbfounded by her u-turn, he stepped to the side and let her in.

"How long..."

"Oh, always." She replied quickly as she headed straight for his living room, "Sherlock wouldn't just jump of a building. And now all this stuff about Moriarty is coming out, I think this was his plan all along." She turned to face him, arms crossed, "What proof do you have?"

"Oh!" He jumped into action, leading her over to his collections on newspaper reports and printouts from online blogs, "There's descriptions of him all over Europe. This one, for example," He handed a transcript of an interview, "Is a young sex trafficking victim in Bulgaria, who was helped by a man in a long coat and a scarf to bring down a whole ring in one of the larger cities there." Faye nodded.

"I saw this in the Times, I think." She remarked, handing it back, "Little article. I find him more prevalent in the back of the papers." Anderson agreed with a nod.

"There's more of us." He explained to her, "Only five or six, but there's a blog going about it. The Empty Hearse." She grimaced at the name and he nodded, "I know, I didn't make it up. That was Jemma."

"And Jemma is..." Faye asked.

"The founder of the Empty Hearse. We met online." Anderson explained. Faye rolled her eyes, she had kind of figured she'd founded the little group. The Empty Hearse, though? It was a bit on the nose, wasn't it?

"And there's a blog?" She asked instead and he nodded.

"I'll show you." He dashed to his computer, eagerly opening up the website. Someone was finally listening to him, and Faye felt slightly sorry for him because he'd been screaming for so long and no one was paying attention. She leant over his shoulder, shooting him the kindest smile she could muster up.

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"...She held her, but the moment Bella needed feeding she ran away. I'm getting quite concerned now, what if she never comes around? I love this little girl, but I can't look after her forever." John sighed tiredly, "If you think something is really wrong, will you contact me? You know her better than anything, Mycroft." There was a pause, then the sound of John hanging up. Mycroft picked his mobile back up, turning off the hands free and placing it against his ear.

"I have always supported your foolish decisions, Sherlock." He said into the device, "But as I predicted, Miss Newbarns is not coping with your apparent suicide. Perhaps it is time to bring her in on your little secret." He hung up. Sherlock, once again, did not answer his phone call. Sherlock was no longer answering any communications, and as his older brother Mycroft was becoming increasingly concerned at the lack of news from his side. He knew he was just trying to scare Sherlock. Faye would come around, and pretty soon if he knew her well enough. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and he needed to know Sherlock was still alive.

Mummy was worrying.