Home meant Sherlock's flat. 221B Baker Street was now bustling with activity, John checking Rory over. Moira, now dressed and showered, leaned against the doorway frowning, watching with careful eyes. Mary sat next to Rory, rubbing her shoulders as Sherlock sat in his chair and Moriarty paced the room. "But you're okay," Moriarty breathed.
"She looks fine," John sighed, standing up to stretch.
"Of course I'm bloody fine," Rory hissed. She looked over at Moira. "It's strange… Seeing you in the same room as Sherlock."
"Well, you had to go and get yourself kidnapped," Sherlock muttered. Moira glared at him sharply and he shut up.
"Yes, I was stupid. Just say it. I'd rather be treated like that than a poor child," Rory sighed, rubbing her temples. "I need a shower."
"Go on and get one. It'll do you some good," Sherlock encouraged. Rory nodded stiffly, getting up and leaving.
"D-Do you want some company?" Moriarty inquired. Rory turned to him.
"I, well, yeah, yeah that'd be nice. Better than in that room," Rory agreed. They walked down the hall.
"I'll, um, put on some tea," Mary muttered, walking to the kitchen.
"She may not want to be treated like a victim, but we should be careful," Moira pointed out. "At least until we have a better idea of things."
"She's going to do him in my bloody shower," Sherlock growled.
"Sherlock, I doubt she will. She's too shaken up," John argued.
"It's Rory. She'll do as she pleases. I think they'll be too concerned with the idea of being parents," Moira sighed, shaking her head. She walked over to Sherlock, lightly brushing an eyelash from his cheek. He looked at her in a bit of shock.
"What was that?" Sherlock asked. Moira shrugged.
"Habit, I suppose," Moira muttered.
"Something's changed between you two," John pointed out.
"Perhaps so and perhaps not," Sherlock mused. "Either way, that's more between us. We are the ones married to each other."
"Yeah… Still getting used to that," John sighed. Moira flashed him a smile.
"Well, I'd suggest adjusting quickly," the woman winked. She looked at her phone. "I should see Greg found anything at the scene. Then I'm going to see if my mother wants to make a weekend trip to London."
Moriarty had his hands wrapped around Rory's waist, his head in the crook of her neck as she tried to focus on washing her hair. Damn the hot water felt so good. She sighed at the sensation. "I'm pregnant," she muttered.
"I had a notion," Moriarty muttered, lightly nipping at her skin. She jerked her head away.
"Not now," she warned. "I'm really not in the mood." Moriarty pulled back, studying her.
"I love you," he reminded her.
"I know," Rory replied, turning to rinse out her hair. "I'm just… I just need some rest and some food. Some bloody time to think through what's going on. I get kidnapped. You sitting in the same room as my family not dead on the floor. Mo talking let alone seeing my brother again…"
"They told me and John about what happened. To Ford I mean. I didn't realize Sherlock was married with children," Moriarty sighed. Rory smiled.
"The Holmes family isn't small, James," Rory pointed out. Moriarty chuckled, hugging her tightly from behind.
"I was so worried," he muttered into her shoulder. "I could never sleep with you again and perfectly content knowing you're safe." Rory looked over at him.
"This is why I love you, and I know you love me. We… Bring out the best in each other and cover the worst," Rory mused. She turned to face him. "Now… just hold me and let me enjoy this shower."
Moira had slipped back into the bedroom after making arrangements with her mother. Sherlock opened the door and stepped in. "So?" he asked.
"I made a promise. I keep my promises, Sherlock," Moira pointed out. She sat up. "They'll be here, in town, for the weekend. I figure if we see them around Mycroft we might be able to keep them safe."
"No… We will," Sherlock insisted, sitting down next to her after shutting the door. "I've, uh, been thinking through what was said. Well, what you said to John. I-I have to say, Mo, I love y-" He was cut short by Moira kissing him.
"No words, just actions," Moira breathed, pushing him back on the bed. Sherlock grasped at the hem of her shirt, happy to have her back exactly where she belonged, where she had always belonged. He let himself get tangled in that once again, feeling her so close to him once again, and it became like old times. Tangled in each other and in the sheets, they looked at each other after, panting for breath. With a simple smile from Moira, Sherlock knew for the first time in a good while that the two of them might actually be okay.
Rory and Moriarty sat next to other looking at John. "They, uh, should be back out," John coughed. Rory laughed.
"Those two? Oh, bloody hell no," Rory argued. She crossed her arms. "They make the two of us look tame."
"Really? Sherlock?" Moriarty inquired. Rory shrugged as Mary brought out some tea.
"I'm not surprised considering all the shocks we've been having," Mary sighed.
"The box is gone," John muttered, looking around the room.
"What box?" Mary asked.
"He had a box on the mantle. It's gone," John pointed.
"Well, surprised is right if that's the box I think it would be," Rory mused, leaning forward.
"Well, what would it be?" John inquired.
"Drugs, his special stash. If that's gone then everything else is. So, he's given it all up," Rory explained.
"I didn't realize he still did them," John remarked.
"Why the hell do you think Mo didn't come back once he was out of rehab? She knew it didn't mean anything. She knew he would go back into it all," Rory argued.
"So now it means something," John pointed out. Rory nodded.
"Yeah, we may as well move forward like they don't exist for a few hours," Rory sighed. She stood and stretched just as Mrs. Hudson came up.
"It's Mycroft," she announced just as the other Holmes stepped in.
"Oh god, you're safe," Mycroft sighed.
"Oh, don't act like you care," Rory growled, crossing her arms. The two chuckled.
"Where is our brother dearest and his wife?" Mycroft asked. Rory and John pointed down the hall. "Well, it looks like they're making amends. So, tell me everything you all know about what's going on."
A/N: I am so sorry for not uploading in a while! I've been really busy writing for a friend (I may be using some of those plot line ideas here after this) and life in general has been chaos. I've been going back and forth and finally settled back home, have been getting some help with some mental health issues, and am graduating at the end of the month. Needless to say I have not been writing! However, I was in the mood suddenly for this and decided that I'd get something done. Things are looking up here, but will they stay so forever? Rory may be back, but that means that the Holmes and Watson families have to deal with Moriarty once and for all. Also, we may just meet Sherlock and Moira's kids rather soon. The two are also finally getting along, which could be interesting. Hopefully I can update again soon. Do check out my profile for information on what's going on in my life, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and as always please leave a review! Thanks!
