Hey guys! So, I know how much you guys want to see Sherlock get a taste of his own medicine, but sadly, this isn't the chapter. But, don't fret, its closer than you think. Meanwhile, I have a gut feeling you'll hate me for this one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Only the plot and some OC that you'll come to know.

The doorbell rang and Molly quickly answered the door. She was waiting for him. After reading the note, she can called the one person who will listen.

"Molly, what's wrong?" Molly let John in and as he shut the doors, she threw her arms around his waist and cried.

"Oh, John! I-I didn't know w-who else to call. I-I panicked. I-I didn't know what to do." She sobbed into his chest. John lead her to the sofa and sat down with her. He held her shaking hands, hoping to calm her down.

"Its alright, Molly. Let it out... Tell me what happened." He said reassuringly, patting her back.

"T-The father... visited me." She said, carefully treading through the facts. She doesn't want John to know that his best friend was the one who screwed her. Not yet. Not like this.

"Well... That's good, isn't it?" He asked hopefully.

"No, it's not. In fact, its far from it... H-He... He told me that he didn't want the child. Today, he gave me money for the child and myself." Then, she showed him the manila folder and his eyes went wide when he saw the stack of money. By then, Molly already threw away the note that Sherlock sent him. John just sighed.

"John, he won't even help me through this. I-I'm alone in this."

"No. No you're not, Molly. You have me."

"B-But Mary-"

"Will help too," He said, giving her a reassuring smile. "In fact, all of your friends will be with you. Me, Mary, Mrs. Hudson... Hell, even Sherlock might even care." He said jokingly, hoping to keep a light mood, but judging my the look on Molly's face, he knew it was a wrong move.

"Sorry. Bad Joke. But, the point is, Molly, we're all here for you. If you need us, we're just a phone call away," Molly turned into a wreck of sobs at the reassurance. John then pulled Molly into a comforting hug. "What kind of sick bastard has turned you into this?"

The door of 221B Baker Street slammed shut with full force that it might have shattered the door itself. Then the angry footfalls and the door slamming again... Won't it ever stop?

"Whatever I did now, It must have upset you in a way." Sherlock drawled. He was sitting on his usual leather chair, cleaning his violin.

"What's with all the noise?" Mrs. Hudson said as she went up to Sherlock's flat.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson, and no, Sherlock, it isn't you this time." He said, pacing around the room. Mrs Hudson was at the doorway now, listening to whatever John has to say.

"Then if its not me, why the childish tantrum? Did you and Mary get into one of your silly fights again?" Sherlock said, clearly uninterested.

"No, Sherlock. Its about Molly Hooper."

Sherlock felt his breath hitch to his throat.

"Oh! Is that the pretty girl from Christmas? The girl Sherlock-" Mrs. Hudson asked but Sherlock cut her off.

"What about her?" He knew that it must have hurt her. Who was he kidding? Of course he did! He felt badly about it and wished that he could take it back. But the past is the past. It was for her own good.

'"What about her?' Sherlock, she's pregnant. Molly wouldn't tell me who the father is, but he is a complete, and utter prick! He thinks that he could just knock her up and leave her like that? And today, the moron sent her loads of money saying that he doesn't want to be involved with the child anymore!" From John's outburst, the only thing that could be heard was Mrs. Hudson's muttering of 'Oh, that poor girl' and her retreating footfalls. As John calmed down, he sat on the couch and faced the ceiling. "Its just that... Why would he do that to her? Out of all the people, Molly? She's a sweet woman and now, he's ruined her."

Then after a long silence, Sherlock finally spoke.

"You're right about one thing, John."

"What is it?"

"He is a moron."

Its been nearly seven months now. Molly was 7 months pregnant and the baby was due within a month or so. Of course, as John promised, friends were there to support her, and as expected, the only one who never even bothered to check her was Sherlock.

'Just one phone call, Sherlock! Not even a simple reassuring text wouldn't hurt.' John exclaimed.

'Not now, John. I'm busy.' He drawled as he continued scribbling down notes and looking through the microscope in his kitchen lab.

'Sherlock, after all she's done for you?'

Sherlock didn't reply.

Of course, it still hurts Molly that he never bothered to contact her but its less, now that some of her love for Sherlock has been replaced with the love for her growing son. She held her round stomach and smiled sadly.

"If only your dad could have loved us." And as if on impulse, there was a kick from him. She collected the paperwork on her desk. She insisted on working at Bart's since its her only source of income and they agreed, but they only gave her paperwork and avoided strenuous activities.

"Molly, what are you still doing here?!" Mike Stamford said as he entered the lab.

"Just finishing paperwork, sir."

"Well, stop it now and go home. Its not healthy for you."

"Alright. Let me clean up and I'll-"

"No, no, no. You will do no such thing," He said, handing her her coat and bag. "I'll do it. You go home and rest." She thanked him as she wore her coat and took her bag.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow."

"Okay. See you tomorrow." She said, before walking out of Bart's and hailing a cab.

Big things happen because of the timing of series of events from different people in different situations. Now the cab driver who fetched Molly Hooper at St. Bartholomew's Pathology Center had a fight with his wife, which caused him to be later than his usual schedule. His first passenger was a businesswoman who forgot her keys at home, so she asked him to go back to get her keys. After dropping her off to her workplace, he picked up a young man who's having an affair with another young woman and accidentally stayed the night in her flat and needed to go back before his wife gets home from the airport. He arrived at the young man's flat at around 12:30 only to forget his phone in the cab, therefore running after the cab. After that passenger, the cabbie went back to his wife and reconciled over lunch. The cabbie left at about 12:00 pm to continue with his day. He picked up an old man who needed to go to Cardiff to get the letters that he never knew about from his late wife. On the journey back, the old man had a stroke and the cabbie brought him to the nearest hospital, so he had to go back to Cardiff. Being a kind man, he waited a few hours before he was assured that the old man would be alright, before heading back to London. While he was in London, he managed to pass by St. Bartholomew's Pathology Center and Molly Hooper, who had to go back in the lab to get her scarf, hailed his cab. Meanwhile, a banker got a call saying that his house was set on fire, which got him jittery. He went to his car, which was parked at the corner and therefore, needed to be reversed. Since his nerves got the best of him, he immediately stepped on the pedal without checking his back. Now, if the cabbie didn't have a fight with his wife, if the businesswoman remembered her keys, if the young man didn't stay over his mistress' flat or remembered his phone, if the old man didn't have a stroke, or if Molly remembered her scarf then the chances of Molly Hooper getting his cab would be 70% less and if the banker looked at the side car mirror before going in reverse, the cab that Molly was in wouldn't be in time to hit the banker's car. But alas, such thoughts of regret only come after the big event itself has happened.

So, that's it for chapter 3! I know... What the f*ck was I thinking? Please, I hope you don't hate me enough not to leave a review. I love your reviews. I can't believe I actually made you semi-hate Sherlock. Anyways, to that guest who was like 'Molly knew she was pregnant?', yes, she does. It wasn't mentioned, but it was implied. Anyways, I love you guys, but I'm afraid I won't be able to update within this week and probably half of the next. I'm sorry guys, but like what I said, internet here is complicated. So, thanks for reading, please leave a review and I am sorry if I disappointed you in any way through this chapter- whether its this message, the accident, or the shortness of this chapter.

~Gabrielle