"I feel sick," Scarlett complained as she and Sherlock sat on the sofa, the pregnancy test still in its box, sat on his coffee table, looking at them with expectancy. Scarlett hadn't brought herself to do the test and Sherlock hadn't even been able to think of what he would do if the result was positive.
"You feel anxious," Sherlock replied. "Not sick."
"I don't want to know..." Scarlett worried.
"It's best if you did," Sherlock said, his voice raspy as he spoke. "That way it won't come as a shock when you begin to become fat."
"But what about...well..." Scarlett hinted, wanting to add the word 'us' desperately onto the end. Sherlock just simply shrugged.
"You mean us," he stated. "And I don't know. But if you had managed to take your pill then we wouldn't be in this situation."
"I know," she said, trying not to cry at his harsh and blunt tone. "I know it's my fault...I told you something and I was wrong...I'm sorry Sherlock..."
"Well an apology isn't going to solve this mess now, is it?" the rhetorical question chimed in their ears.
"If...Sherlock...if you don't want me to stay here...then I can find somewhere else..." she informed him and managed to bring herself to look onto his cool and calm face. His cheekbones seemed more pronounced as if he was sucking his cheeks in, his lips were pursed and his eyes were cold and staring at the pregnancy test.
"Just go and do the test," he told her and she looked at him, wondering why he hadn't said anything about her previous query.
"Sherlock..." she began to speak but he shook his head.
"Do the test. Then we'll talk." He promised her, still not looking at her. Scarlett quickly grabbed the packet and walked briskly into the bathroom, slamming the door behind as she went and then beginning to cry as her hands shook whilst opening the packet.
Meanwhile, Sherlock jumped from his seat on the sofa and climbed over his coffee table, pacing on the floor near the fireplace, his hands running wildly through his hair as he heard her sniff from the bathroom. He didn't know what to think. He didn't want a child. Scarlett and he were too soon into their relationship to begin even contemplating setting up a family. Hell, even if they were thirty years into their relationship then he would consider that too early to be contemplating a family. His job was what he lived for. But if the test was positive...then what? Would he accept responsibility? Probably. He couldn't simply just simply abandon her on her own when he was clearly the father. He would make sure she would be alright.
"Have you done it?" he asked, resting his hands onto his hips when he saw the bathroom door open but she didn't appear from it. Quickly, he rushed up to the bathroom and saw she was stood at the sink, cold water splashing onto her face.
"We have to wait," she informed him. "It shouldn't be too long now."
"Well," Sherlock clasped his hands together and settled himself down on the closed toilet seat, looking at the pregnancy test which was settled on the side of the bathtub. "You've certainly added something into my life."
"Hmm," Scarlett agreed slowly. "What if it is positive?"
"Then that means you're pregnant," Sherlock informed her and she simply just shook her head in complete and utter disarray.
"What do I do?" she asked him. "To have a child...it's a big thing...and...we're only...I can't do it."
"Yes you can." Sherlock informed her. "If needs be then yes you can do it. What else are you supposed to do?"
"I don't know," Scarlett replied and settled down onto the floor, her back resting against the panel of the bathtub as she looked to the side at the test.
"If after this...you don't want me anymore...then I would-"
"Shut up." Sherlock demanded her.
"Sorry?"
"I said shut up," he replied. "You're in shock and talking irrationally."
"But you don't want a child...not like this anyway...you said so...you have work..." Scarlett blathered and Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"I didn't want many things in life," Sherlock replied.
"What does that mean?" Scarlett asked him.
"It means," he drawled, "that I don't plan to burden all of this upon your shoulders when I suppose some of it is partly down to my fault."
"It's done," Scarlett suddenly began to panic and she looked at the result, her mouth hanging open slightly as she looked at the result and her eyes began to glitter before she looked up to a paling Sherlock.
"It's negative," she informed him. "I'm not...we're not..."
"Well," Sherlock said, his face still emotionless as he stood up and looked at the test result. "That's enough excitement for one night."
"I'm not pregnant," Scarlett couldn't help but smile slightly at the news. Sherlock helped her up from the floor and took the pregnancy test from her and threw it into the bin.
"Tea?" he asked calmly.
Two weeks later
Scarlett could not think of what to buy Sherlock for Christmas. What did one buy their boyfriend who thought the ideal Christmas gift would be parts of a dead body? And so she wandered around the shops in London, not knowing what shops to even begin looking in. She had managed to buy herself some new clothes from River Island but nothing for no one else. She had picked up the boxes of chocolates Mr High had ordered in for his staff and some of his biggest clients. And they weren't cheap either. Scarlett continued to walk around and noted a cot in one shop and she looked at it, a vacant smile entered her face as she continued walking. She couldn't help but think how she was fortunate not to be pregnant. One day...she may want it. And then she suddenly stopped.
"Eight days," she commented to herself as she stood on the middle of the pavement and looked down at her stomach. She was eight days late for her period. But the test had come back negative...surely the stress was just making her late. Nothing else. It couldn't be...and yet she managed to rush off to the clinic John was working at.
...
"I need to make an appointment!" Scarlett demanded as she stood at the counter for the clinic and the receptionist looked up at her.
"When for?"
"Now," Scarlett said and the woman raised her eyebrows at Scarlett.
"You have to book in advance," she informed her.
"But this is really important. Like life or death important," Scarlett wheezed out, people in the waiting room beginning to look at her.
"Life or death?" the woman quizzed her again.
"Look," she said. "I need an appointment with Dr Watson."
"He's fully booked," she informed Scarlett who slammed her fists onto the counter in annoyance.
"Okay, here's the deal, recently I thought I was pregnant because I forgot to take my pill the next morning after having sex and anyway, I thought I was off the hook because I took a pregnancy test and it came back negative but now I'm late for my period and so I am extremely confused as to what is going on. And the possible father...well...let's just say he doesn't want kids. End of. And that's because he is some form of detective and puts his work first and everything else second and so if I am having a child than I need to know as soon as possible and I need it to be John because he lives with us and he knows what I went through last time with my boyfriend and so he has the complete story. So please, just do me a favour and call him out here because none of you have any idea what it could be like raising a highly functioning sociopath's child!"
And with that, Scarlett Jenson managed to make the room fall into silence.
"Scarlett?" a sudden voice asked and the blonde turned around to see John stood with a clipboard in his hands as he looked puzzled at the young woman.
"I think it's the mental asylum this one needs Dr Watson," the receptionist informed John and Scarlett turned to glare at her.
"Can you ask Sarah if she can cover some of my patients?" John asked the receptionist. "I need to talk with Miss Jenson."
Scarlett quickly rushed forward and took hold of John's outstretched arm as he led her down into his office.
"Everything you said back there..." John motioned to the door.
"I'm eight days late John," she told him. "What does that mean?"
"It means," John sighed, "that you could possibly be in trouble once again."
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So...what do you think? Deep down you should know the answer really! Anyway...thank you to all of my lovely reviewers and thank you for sticking with the story! More to come tonight or tomorrow, depending on work and social stuff!