Chapter 14

The thought of pregnancy had never crossed my mind at all. The signs were already there, right in front of me this whole time! Oh I am such an idiot! Puking a lot, being a little more stubborn than I usually am suggests something, and of course, the most obvious: I haven't had my 'visitor' for a while now. And of course, Sherlock can always tell when a woman is pregnant, even before she knows it herself! And he's always right, almost never wrong about these kind of things.

Lestrade was just staring at me intently, like I was a newfound species of animal that was never seen before. He was actually quite handsome for his age, not that I think he's handsome or anything. I've always liked people with salt and pepper hair.

"Jim Moriarty knocked you up...wow." He whispered. I am going to kill him when I get home! I stood up to leave, but Lestrade held up a hand to stop me. "We're not done here." He warned in a dangerous tone. I put up both my hands and sank heavily back to my seat.

"Now, you have to tell me, why did you go into the vault of Worth Tech? A smart girl like you wouldn't really get yourself caught like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar. I'd say you wanted to get caught. You were doing a Moriarty, like he did two years ago." Lestrade wagged his finger at me.

"Actually, I was tricked by some idiot who threatened to hurt the people I love." I said flatly. Lestrade was silent. "I suggest you do not try to deduce. You'd fail to even deduce correctly."

At that moment, Sherrinford burst into the interrogation room, two officers trailing behind him. "Let's go." He said, pulling me up.

"What's this? She's not leaving!" Lestrade got up from his seat and angrily yelled at the officers.

"Sorry sir, but we've got orders from the government." One of them answered. Sherrinford and I walked out of the room.

"Who in the right mind would let her go?!" We heard Lestrade in the distance.

"You should thank me." Mycroft said. Sherrinford and I were sat at Mycroft's office. Sherrinford hadn't said a word since we got here. I knew he was uncomfortable with Mycroft being 'the British Government'.

"What do you want, Mikey?" I called him with our mother's nickname for him, because I knew it would annoy him.

"I have a name. Use it." He scowled.

"Fine. What is it that you want, that you had graced us with your help, Mycroft?" Sherrinford stiffled a laugh.

Mycroft took no heed of my sarcastic remark. "You do know that dear brother Sherlock is, regrettably, still alive." I nodded. "You will not assist Moriarty in any attempt of injuring or killing Sherlock."

"What the fuck?! No way!" I spluttered. I've cussed so much today than I have in my entire life!

"No chance, brother." Sherrinford answered. "If we are to agree, we would be dead."

"Sherrelyn wouldn't be dead, as she is bearing his child."

"Oh, my god! Can you not?!" I yelled at Mycroft. I hate how both Sherlock and Mycroft knew.

"What?!" Sherrinford repeated, glaring at me. "You could've told me! I'm your brother! A better brother than Mycroft, obviously." He added.

"Not good enough in his deduction skills. Shame. You would've known."

"I may not have the sharpest of minds, but I have the strongest of arms." Sherrinford retorted.

"Strength is no use in the long run, brother mine."

Suddenly, I realized that Jim might be looking for me. He might be worried. Oh, and I also need an explanation on how he got me pregnant, even if he had a condom on. "Come on, Sherrinford, let's go." I said. He nodded and we got up.

"At least consider what I've said." Mycroft called out from behind us. "It might be of use in later times."

As the door closed behind us, I asked Sherrinford, "What the hell does that mean?"

"Not good." He answered.

Jim was watching TV when I barged into the house, with Sherrinford trailing behind me. "You are in deep fucking shit right now, Jim." I said darkly.

"Yeah, hey sweetie how's your day?" Jim said absent-mindedly. He kept his eyes glued to the telly.

"Oh, it was fine, right until I got arrested." Sherrinford was trying not to look like he was listening in, but of course, he's never discreet. He grabbed a drink and sat on the dining table, his laptop opened. He had full view to us.

"You were arrested?!" Jim asked me, shocked.

"Yes, I was arrested." I said, annoyed.

"Explain." Jim said, furrowing his eyebrows at me, his arms folded across his chest.

"Why not you explain why I'm pregnant, when you used a condom?" I tried to keep my tone as calm and collected as I could, not giving in to what he wants.

He stared at me, shocked. He was blinking rapidly, trying to process what I've said. "But there was a 5% chance..." He mumbled to himself, not thinking that I would overhear.

"5% chance for what?"

He took a deep breath. "I…made a hole in the condom."

"Why the fuck would you that for?!" I yelled at him.

"I...I wanted a child that was ours. Little Sherry and Jim."

"Yeah, well you should've asked me before you did it! I'm barely 20, and you're 8 years older, and we both have no clue on how to take care of the child of two psychopaths!"

"You would've said no!" He too, started to yell.

"I would've said yes when we're ready! You just wanted to fuck up with my life again!"

"You know that's not quite true." His voice dipped into a low tone.

But I couldn't stop my word vomit. "ALL YOU EVER DID WAS FUCK UP MY LIFE FOR 5 YEARS NOW! YOU'VE KIDNAPPED ME FROM MY SAFE AND COMFORTABLE LIFE, YOU'VE TORTURED ME, YOU'VE SHOT AT ME, YOU SUCKED ME INTO THE TERRIBLE UNDERWORLD, AND NOW?! YOU FUCKING GOT ME PREGNANT ON A BABY I CAN'T HAVE!" My chest was heaving with all the things I wanted said but never did, until now.

"I gave you a better life than the boring, ordinary life you had!" Jim yelled. "You should thank me!"

"WHY WOULD I THANK SOMEONE WHO FUCKED UP MY ENTIRE LIFE IN A DAY?! WHY ON EARTH SHOULD I EVER BE GRATEFUL FOR YOU BARGING INTO MY LIFE?! ASSHOLE!" I yelled and grabbed his mug of tea on the coffee table and hurled it at him. It smashed into pieces. Sherrinford stood up and walked over to me, trying to calm me down. "Get off me!" I wriggled away from Sherrinford's strong grip. Jim was silently watching, his head hung low. I knew he was looking so sad just to gain my sympathy. "You ruined me! You've ruined everything I ever lived for!" I spat at him.

I stormed upstairs to get my hoodie. I'm getting the hell out of here. "Sherry." Sherrinford appeared at my door. He was leaning against the door, his hands in his pockets. I couldn't take it anymore. I burst into tears and sat down on the edge of my bed. He sat down next to me, pulling me into a hug. I sobbed into his shoulder, him rubbing my back soothingly.

"I don't want to be pregnant..." I said, my voice slightly muffled by his shoulder.

"Shh...it's not your fault."

"I never should've gone to Paris."

"You didn't have a choice."

"I'm pregnant and I don't want the baby. D'you know how terrible it is to want to reject an unborn baby?"

"What makes you think you can't take care of the baby?" He asked. I looked up to him with red eyes and a confused expression. "You might be too young, or unprepared, but there's me. I could take care of the baby. I like playing with babies. They're my weakness." He grinned.

"You'd do that? For me?" I asked, awed.

"I'd do anything for my little sister." He squeezed me into a really squishy hug. Suddenly pregnancy wasn't that bad anymore, once I've got my big brother.

"Come on, let's go get ice cream to celebrate." He grinned and pulled me up on my feet. I couldn't help but smile at how he's always knowing when to make me feel better.

"Big fans of cookies and cream, huh?" The worker joked. Both Sherrinford and I ordered four scoops of cookies and cream...each. Yes, I loved it, so did Sherrinford. We laughed at his joke. The worker shook his head, amused.

We went walking in the streets of London, eating our ice cream. London was very beautiful at night. People walking in the night, lights burning bright to a dark street, the quiet night and the starry skies. Okay, I'm talking rubbish right now. I better stop.

"Sherry...don't look now, but I think we're being followed." Sherrinford whispered softly in my ear. Of course, being the idiot I was, I turned to look behind us and saw two men who were obviously following us. I gulped. This would be tough.

Sherrinford took my hand in his and we walked briskly to a shop selling fish and chips. Wonderful. I love fish and chips! I should get one later...The men were nowhere to be seen.

"Come." Sherrinford pulled me closer to him and we walked towards a familiar cafe. Speedy's. How did we get to Baker Street so fast? I looked up at the windows and saw light come out from a flat which I was sure was Sherlock and his friend, John's. There was no one nearby.

Suddenly, the two men from earlier came right at us. I threw my empty paper tub at one of them, causing him to be distracted for a moment. I flung myself at him and kicked him hard. He tumbled to the ground. He caught my ankle and I fell down. I trashed about as he hauled me to my feet. Sherrinford was caught in a headlock by the other man.

I caught the outline of a gun, a second too late. A loud gunshot was heard. "Sherrinford!" I yelled. I tried to escape the grip of the man but he was too strong. I felt a sharp sting on my neck as I slumped forward and almost faceplanted the ground. Everything turned to darkness as I slipped into unconsciousness.