Sorry for the late update but this winter break was an especially hectic one with me finishing up my associates degree and moving on toward my bachelors the process of which concerned passing an immensely frustrating math test which I had to spend a month recuperating from by watching murder mystery shows on my laptop. Now that school is up an running again I only have so much time to write.

However, I would like to take some time to clear up some confuse that reviewers have posted as to part two of this story starting from chapter 22. The following chapters are one shots that are designed to allow you to get to know Loki from the time he's a newborn until he's adult of 22. As such the time period tend to vary going back and forth between different point's in Loki's life with no clear direct order between chapters.

As to the matter of Sherlock and Mycroft and anyone else in the Holmes family finding out about Loki this will be explained at some point in the future. So please hold your horses.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock (BBC) or the song All Through The Night by Cyndi Lauper

Chapter 3: Colic, Chicken Pox, & Colds

Colic

6 weeks old

It's the middle of the night when Molly shoots out of bed throwing her covers off her body were they drape the frame in wool and satin. A loud and steady wail resounds in her eardrums arousing her from her deep sleep, where her dreary eyes adjust to the all but pitch darkness of her bedroom. The only light is a faint glow coming from the nearby corner where a fox night light shines a bright orange against the green wall. The light cast its faint beam across a crib where her young son Loki is wide awake screaming into the darkened night.

Loki's throat feels sore from the sickness that has overtaken his little mouth. A sickness that even in screaming relief is not found.

Molly draws her slippers out from under the bed as she quietly strolls over to the crib. With gentle hands that only a mother can poses she picks Loki up blanket and all. Her hands gently cradle him to her chest as she tries to sooth him threw another night of restless sleep.

Loki only screams the louder as his mother holds him to his chest the rawness in his throat is all too much for him to take. The pain is intense and so he flares his arms, up and down, hoping for some relief from these bursts of screaming.

There is redness in Molly's eyes from the lack of sleep these past few days. She just wants to go back to sleep as is evident by the tiredness in her voice. A tiredness that mask the slight bit anger she has been feeling these past few days because of the stress caused by not getting enough sleep.

Flipping on the light to her bedroom and then the living room as Molly makes her way to the rocking chair. Taking a seat she rocked Loki back and forth in her arms her voice coming out clear as Molly began to sing, the lyrics to an old family lullaby, 'All through the night'.

"Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night."

Loki let out a yawn as the soothing voice of his mother washed over him and he snuggled against her chest, before closing his eye to journey back into sleep.

It was later that morning when the first beams of the morning sun and Toby, found his mistress passed out with her head against the back of her rocking chair, while one arm held her sleeping son close to her chest.

With a quick push of the cat flap the tabby made his way out into the world leaving the rest of his family behind to enjoy their much needed nap.

Chickenpox

2 years old

It was a ludicrous idea to start with. Though whose idea it was in the first place was any bodies guess. Because at the present moment John and Mary were engaged in shouting match about whose fault the current situation was.

Molly was thinking about how she was going to keep her son from scratching, now that the dead was done as could be seen by the red splotches that covered her son Loki, and the two Watson twins, Jack and Kaylee.

All three of their kids now had the chickenpox and she was partially to blame.

Loki was the one who got them first she reminds herself from a kid, with several older siblings whose parents didn't believe in sick leaves unless it was a deadly disease, and because chickenpox rarely kills people there had been no cause for concern. Yet, it was defiantly on Molly's radar and so she takes a week or two of sick leave to care for her child.

As she prepared an oatmeal bath for Loki she was reminded that it was another incident with water that caused the current predicament that the three parents are facing with their kids. All because someone had the brilliant idea to stick Loki, Jack, and Kaylee in a plastic kiddy pool together just so they would get the virus over and done with at the same time.

Loki hates the bright red dots along his arms, legs, and everywhere else. His mommy says they're called chickenpocks and tells him not to scratch them. But that isn't what bother him no it's the constant he terror he now finds himself faced with of the feathered fowl.

It isn't until his mother tries handing him a bowl of chicken soup one morning that Molly notices this. He sits sneaking angry glances at it but refuses to touch the offending concoction of bird, veggies, and broth. Molly picks up the spoon trying to force him to take even one spoon full. "Come on Loki its chicken and potato soup, your favorite."

"No." Loki answers turning his head away from his mother as much as he can which is very limited because of the high chair he is strapped into.

"Alright Loki, what is your reason for not wanting to eat this soup?" Molly looks at her son ready for his explanation.

"Chicken gives me pocks," he scrunches his lips, "chicken bad. Me no like chicken."

Molly sighs as she tries to explain to her wayward son the merits of chickenpox not being caused by chickens.

It takes, about a month for Loki's chickenpox to clear up, but by then he's completely forgotten all about his once upon a time inversion to chicken's and all seems right in Molly Hooper's World once more. Until…

"Mom, can I stay home from school and aftercare tomorrow?"

"Why?" Molly looks at her eight year old son as he enters the back seat of the car, sits down in his booster seat, and straps himself in.

"One word," Loki answers as though it's the most obvious thing in the world, "Cooties."

Colds

18 years old

It has happened before in his life the stuff nose, accompanied by ragged coughing with the taste of phlegm in his mouth and this time like the first isn't any better. The only thing different is that this time around he's a college student, whose juggling 5 courses, most of which included class participation as part of the overall grade. Instead of sleeping in even more as he so desperately wished to do. Loki stuffed a box of Kleenex into his backpack, tucked a granola bar into the side pocket of his jacket alongside his cellphone to eat during class, as his first class was starting in 15 minutes, and then slings his book back over his shoulder as he trudges out into the cool morning air. A light snow fall pouring down as he pedals his way across campus to his first class to a find a sign posted outside the main door to the building. "All classes canceled due to inclement weather, have a nice day."

Sure enough the same onslaughts of emails reach Loki's tired eyes back in the warmth of his door room. Although he's grateful for the snow day he just wishes his professors has notified him last night instead of at 8:30am in the morning, because by the next morning his cold has turned into the flue.