I went through and re-read unexpected. It seems a whole chapter never got uploaded. It mostly has to do with Sherlock being a teenager and finding out Marcus wasn't his father. Dammit. Oh well. I'm going work it in to this story instead of uploading it to first story. If anything in this story conflicts with my other story please tell me so and I'll fix it.

If John hadn't heard Aaliyah's word's straight from her mouth he wouldn't have believed she said them. How could she say that? What the hell was that bastard doing to her head? He knew Moriarty knew how to get into someone's head but he couldn't understand how she could choose him over her family. He had seen that in the past.

Despite the fact she wasn't his mother he still felt hurt. He had stood up for her so many times. He thought Sherlock needed his mother in his life. He thought his kids needed to know their grandmother. He had been wrong to do so. He felt very guilty.

"I don't blame for you being mad Sherlock. But sometimes its best to forgive."

It was going to cause more harm than good. It was clear Sherlock's mother wasn't willing to be a mother. She wasn't willing to put aside her own selfish needs to do what was best for her son.

John's mother died from cancer shortly before he joined the military. He wished she still around. He knew she would be a good grandmother. It would have broke his heart if his mother had got involved with a man like Jim Moriarty. Part of him wished his own father would come back into his life. He was missing a lot. John couldn't even remember his name off the top of his head.

He had a good feeling that finding out his mother cheated on her husband was what led to Sherlock to turn to drug use. Sherlock almost never talked about it. John knew he had a bad past with drugs but never asked questions about it. Sherlock might decide to tell him about it one day.

John sat on the couch for a long time staring at the wall trying to take sense of it. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Wisteria crying.

"Dada!" the girl cried looking around. "Dada! Me!"

He picked up the child, changed her diaper, and fetched a sippy cup. He took her to his bed and laid down next to her. Normally he would have carried her up stairs and laid her down in her crib. He thought it was important for the little ones to sleep in their own beds.

Yet, that night he wanted her near him. He loved his children and he wanted them to know just how much he loved them. He could never imagine betraying his children in the way Aaliyah had. He would be there for him no matter what.

"My little angel," he said brushing her hair out of her eyes. "You are so adorable. How could anyone choose anything else over you?"

Even at her young age Wisteria seemed to sense her father was in pain. She curled up against him and pulled the sippy cup out of her mouth.

"Dadda?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Dadda...sad?"

"A little honey," he said. "I think I have something you might like."

He got out of the bed and walked over to the closet. He dug a box out of the back and opened it. Inside was the deerstalker hat the police department had given Sherlock. After Sherlock 'died' John made sure it was saved. It reminded him of the funnier side of Sherlock. John smiled shaking the dust from it.

He thought of handing the hat down to Isabell since Sherlock hated the thing. She took one look at the hat and turned her nose up to it. She was too much like her Papa. Perhaps Wisteria would like it.

"Oh," Wisteria said as her father sat down with the hat.

"You like it?" John asked holding the hat out.

"Mine?" she asked holding out her hands.

"Yes," John said handing to her.

She took it in her small hands and put it on her head. It was too big of course but she didn't seem to mind. She looked so cute with it hanging over her eyes.

"Sad Dadda?" she asked again looking at him.

"Not anymore," he said kissing her cheek. "You always cheer me up. I love you. Go back to sleep."

Wisteria put the sippy cup back in her mouth and closed her eyes. Soon the sound of drinking stopped and the sound of Wisteria's loud snoring filled the room.

John didn't know what to do. He knew if he told Sherlock what his mother said it would hurt his feelings.

He wanted to talk to Moriarty. He wanted to confront him about what he was doing. He knew that wasn't a good idea. He didn't know what he might do if he saw him. He wouldn't be able to control himself. He doubted Mycroft would even allow it.

Even if he didn't show it he knew it would. He decided to sleep on it. He knew he couldn't do anything at that time. He curled up next to his youngest daughter and feel asleep.

Aaliyah's eyes were filled with tears as she left her son's flat. She didn't know why was she doing it. Jim had caused so much pain in her life. He had nearly killed her youngest could she choose that man over her own family?

She didn't even know why she cared for Jim so much. She knew he was just using her. She wasn't stupid. She guessed part of her just wanted to feel like she was in control of the situation. Yet, she wasn't. She was being played like a chess piece. She didn't want to admit she was being had.

Marcus was the only good thing that happened to her and she threw him away. She remembered the hurt look on his face when he found out Sherlock wasn't his.

"How could you do this Aaliyah?"

"I'm so sorry Marcus. It was an accident and swear it will never happen again. Please forgive me. Don't push the kids away."

"I won't abandon you. I won't leave you or the kids. I'll take of this one just like my own. Things will never be the same. I'll take care of the kids and you but I don't think I'll ever love you again."

Those words had hurt Aaliyah so much but she knew Marcus was in his rights. She was able to deal with it. It wasn't until Sherlock came to her and questioned that the real pain hit her. She couldn't look into her son's eyes and tell him the truth.

She knew that night was what led to her son's drug abuse. It was so hard to watch him slowly kill himself and know she was the cause. Her choices had forced him into that situation. It wasn't even her that reached out to him then. Marcus tried to get him clean. Once Sherlock cleaned up during his second year old college Marcus cut communication. It couldn't handle seeing Sherlock anymore. It was just too painful for him.

She took a cab back to her place having already made up her mind. She felt she had done enough damage to her family. She needed to cut all ties with them and start over. If she stayed in their lives she would just cause more damage. They were better off without her.

Marcus stayed at the hospital with Isabell until she finally fell asleep. He didn't want to leave her but he knew he could see her again. Sherlock told him he could see her anytime he wanted. He wanted his father in his children's lives.

It took a lot of courage to walk in there and talk to Sherlock. He thought Sherlock would hold it against him for not talking to him after he left home.

When Sherlock was sixteen Mycroft hinted that they didn't have the same father to Sherlock. Why Mycroft told him that always haunted Sherlock. Sherlock never asked his older brother why he told him. Did he really think it was a good idea to tell me? Sherlock didn't believe it and had gone straight to his mother. She hadn't been able to lie to him when directly confronted.

"Mother it isn't true is it?"

"Sherly...baby...please..."

"Don't lie to me."

"I did cheat Sherly and you aren't Marcus' son. The dates don't match. Marcus has been a good Dad. Please...don't reject him as a father."

He got high for the first time that night. He had never thought of using drugs before that. Yet, when he heard what his mother had done he knew he had to hide. He couldn't handle what he had been told. He went to a boy he knew from school and bought his first hit. After that there was no looking back. It was years before he could handle the pain.

Sherlock blinked and jerked himself out of that thought trail. He looked at his sleeping daughter and back at his mobile. There were no messages from his mother. He quickly typed up another one.

You are starting to get on my nerves. Text me back. I need to speak to you.

S.H

The door to the room opened just a crack. Sherlock looked at the door and was surprised to see his mother standing there. Her eyes were red and it looked like she had been crying.

"Mother," Sherlock whispered not wanting to wake Isabell up. "Where have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you."

"I..." Aaliyah said walking all the way in the room. "I needed some time to think."

"Think about what?" her son asked getting to his feet. "I think you have some explaining to do. Something is going on."

"I've already explained the situation to John," she said holding out an envelope. "I don't think he will tell you the whole thing. I don't think he wants to hurt you."

John. No doubt John had told her the same thing Sherlock was thinking of telling her. His husband hated Moriarty as much as he did. The man had strapped explosives to him. He could have killed him. No doubt he hated the idea of Aaliyah being with Jim as much as Sherlock did. He knew Jim was pure evil.

"What's this?" Sherlock asked taking the envelope. "Mum, what is going on?"

"Just read it," Aaliyah said glancing at Isabell. "I can't say it out load. Just read it please. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I know I've caused you so much pain the past. I'm sorry that things have turned out the way they have. I don't think I can be your mother. I don't think I can be their grandmother. Not right now. I can't."

Aaliyah walked out of the room. Sherlock knew what the letter said. He was sure his mother was still seeing Moriarty. He guessed from her tears she had decided she'd rather be with him than her own family. Sherlock had already made up his mind that if his mother was still seeing him she would never see the kids or him again. It hurt him deep down.

Sherlock looked at the envelope and flipped it over. If he knew what was in it than what was the point in opening it. Wouldn't it case more problems than it would solve?

He knew deep down that Moriarty was a dangerous man to let in your head. His mother had slipped and let that man in his head. He knew that it would be nearly impossible to get him out.

He folded the envelope in half and ripped it right down the middle. He folded it again and ripped it again. He could live his life without knowing what it said. If his mother decided she wanted to tell him to his face he would listen. He would always be there to listen. Perhaps one day he could get through to her.

He ripped the envelope up until it was in tiny pieces and then he threw it in the trash. Somethings were not best not to know about.