In truth, Moira and Sherlock's story began when they were children. They were both the odd ones, reading on the playground while the other kids played. They were never exactly friends despite being neighbors, but they got along well enough. She fell in love first, or at least they think so. Neither could remember exactly how it happened, but it did. They were fifteen when they first kissed. They were sixteen when they started dating, and almost eighteen when they decided to give up their virginities to each other. Eleven years ago they eloped and spent a week in the country. Two years later it all started falling apart.

It was two days before Ford's death that Moira first felt unwell. Two days after the funeral the woman had decided to just go to a doctor. "Congrats," he had smiled. What congratulations were there? Sherlock was already starting to slip. The night before they had been arguing viciously because he was not only taking drugs but smoking heavier than he ever had before. She'd cried herself to sleep after hearing the door to their flat slam shut. Moira felt almost numb as she drove home. There was no one to call. In fact, Moira expected Sherlock would be missing for a few days. Pregnant. She'd always wanted children, but now she wasn't so sure. It was the worst timing possible.

By some unforeseen grace, Sherlock sat on the couch when Moira stepped into the flat. He looked up with tired eyes. Moira felt a chill run down her spine. "Where were you?" Sherlock asked. His tone was near dead.

"Doctors," Moira muttered, setting down her purse and going to the kitchen to make some tea. Sherlock stood, walking over to her.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked, a flicker of the man he had been before the accident in his voice. Moira closed her eyes and she shut off the water.

"I'm… Sherlock, I'm pregnant," Moira confessed, a tear rolling down her cheek. Sherlock froze for a moment before his hand snaked around her waist.

"Y-You're… All the sickness… Everything," Sherlock breathed. Moira slowly nodded. Sherlock pulled her back into his embrace. She flinched.

"Sherlock, don't act like this makes anything better," Moira hissed. Sherlock let go of her.

"Sorry," Sherlock muttered. Moira looked back at him.

"You're high, aren't you?" she asked. "I just told you you're going to be a father, but you're high."

"Moira… Please," Sherlock pleaded with a groan. Moira shook her head.

"Get the hell away from me," she hissed, storming off to the bedroom. It was only a few weeks later when she had her next appointment. Sherlock had stayed off the drugs a bit more finally, or at least that Moira could tell. She was almost excited to tell him the news. Twins. Then she came home to find him overdosed. Within seconds Moira had called Lestrade. She didn't exactly know if Sherlock would make it through. She would have left after that time but felt the need to stay.

The next two times he overdosed did it for Moira. The last one was the worst, but it still wasn't his last. They'd been arguing the night before. It wasn't even a full month since the first overdose. After finding Sherlock in the bathtub, it was clear to Moira. She packed her things and was gone the next day. The last overdose came shortly after Sherlock realized Moira was gone. He had almost died. He should have died. That was when he went to rehab, Lestrade and Mycroft forcing him into it. The last time they talked was when Lestrade insisted that Sherlock be there when the children were born- Samantha and William. That was when Moira told him goodbye, and that she never wanted to see him again.

For a while, Moira heard nothing. Then John started his blog. Moira kept away from it, busy as a mother and working on top of it. She could still remember the day she turned on the news to see the headlines that Sherlock had jumped off a building. She'd never felt that numb. She didn't just love him. She absolutely was intoxicated by him and every bit of time apart was torture. It still stood though. He had let his brother die. He had let himself get near death so many damn times. She couldn't trust him around her, let alone the children. She'd been all too grateful to have them elsewhere while she tried to finish work.

They all sat in silence. John's eyes were wide. Sherlock and Moira were tense, glaring at each other. The strong woman was actually on the verge of tears. Sherlock's expression was softening to something human. "You didn't… You never mentioned how much," Sherlock breathed, his voice trailing off.

"How much I love you?" Moira asked, her voice rasping as she stood. She shook her head. "You're a bloody idiot for ever thinking anything otherwise!" She stormed off to the bedroom.

"I don't think you guys have been that brutally human with each other in years," Lestrade pointed out. Sherlock just glared.

"How come you never mentioned any of this?" John demanded. Sherlock let out a heavy sigh.

"John, the man I was… Mo wanted me out of her life, out of their lives. I couldn't tell you. I couldn't… Not without talking about what happened," Sherlock muttered.

"Ford's death hurt us all," Lestrade agreed.

"H-How did he die? Rory never would tell me," Moriarty inquired.

"He stepped in the way of a bullet. It should have been me," Sherlock growled. He stood up, straightening his clothes. It was only now that they realized that Mrs. Hudson was standing right there.

"Sherlock… I never would have thought," she breathed.

"I don't need pity," Sherlock snapped.

"Sherlock Holmes, look at you! Your own wife is in your room crying after this and you won't even go after her. She wants you back. All you have to do is take better care of yourself. She doesn't want you killing yourself and leaving her alone with your children. For heaven's sake, can you blame her? Go and talk to her," Mrs. Hudson ordered. The room fell silent again, Sherlock's eyes widening. Still, he caved and went straight to the bedroom. Opening the door slowly, he noticed Mo curled up on the bed holding a picture as she cried.

"Mo," Sherlock cleared his throat. Tensing, Moira looked up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Moira demanded. Sherlock sat down at the edge of the bed.

"We need to talk," Sherlock coughed. Moira sat up. "What you said… About after I faked my death… Did you mean it?"

"Of course I did. Why the bloody hell would I lie to you?" Moira sighed.

"You deserve so much better than I can give you," Sherlock confessed. Moira looked confused as Sherlock rested his hand on her knee. "I told you that the day we got married as well. I didn't think… I couldn't think I'd hurt you like that. Back then I didn't care. Being around John, it's changed me. I don't deserve another chance, but I am asking for one anyways."

"Sherlock, what the hell are you trying to get at?" Moira asked.

"I… I love you, Moira Holmes, and I want to try this all again," Sherlock explained. Moira studied him for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Finally she handed him the picture she had been holding. Two children no older than 7 or 8 stood smiling at a playground. They both had Moira's hair and Sherlock's stunning blue eyes. The girl was missing one of her front teeth, and the boy was laughing.

"That's what they look like," Moira muttered. Sherlock looked up at her. "I won't have them come here until the case is over, but when we get Rory back… When we put these damn bastards away, I'll let you meet them. They always ask about you."

"You're serious about this?" Sherlock asked. Moira nodded stiffly.

"I still love Sherlock, and I might be the stupidest person on the planet for this, but I want you back because I see that you've started changing," Moira replied. Sherlock reached over and brushed away her tears.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've done," Sherlock breathed, pulling her into his arms. Back in the living room, Lestrade had stood up.

"I'm taking Rosalyn to my flat for now. I'll be in touch," Lestrade explained, grabbing his coat.

"What was he like when all of that happened?" John asked. Lestrade froze.

"He was the coldest man I'd ever known," Lestrade confessed, walking away to get his adopted sister.

A/N: That was a heavy chapter! Sorry it was so long in coming. This was one of those chapters I just had to be in the mood to write. I have also been very busy. Hopefully you all can forgive me. I know there wasn't any Rory in this chapter. I'm sorry. We will start off with her next chapter, which should be fun. I love the dynamic of this chapter though. Anyways, check out my profile. I'm actually about to start posting for a new Supernatural fan fiction, so if you like Supernatural go give it a look. I may or may not even eventually decide to do a Superwho fan fiction with this and that one later on down the road. It's just a thought, something I've wanted to do. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and as always please leave a review!