We find out here if she's really pregnant or not, thanks to the Doctor! I have a bit twist coming up soon. I also have a little scene with Anderson that I LOVE and a scene with Irene that is freaking awesome, if I do say so myself. Thanks for the lovely words and reviews and follows! I know this story is under CROSSOVERS so there isn't as many views as my other stories, but I appreciate it nonetheless!

CHAPTER 13 - The Sonic Doesn't Lie

It had been over an hour since Tabitha and Sherlock had discovered the TARDIS. She mentioned she was getting hungry, and Sherlock commented about one of the three kitchens he had found being the second door on the left. Tabitha was amused at the fact that Sherlock was trying his best to look bored, but had spent the last hour running around the TARDIS, never hitting the same room twice. He had liked it, and Sherlock couldn't hide it from Tabitha!

The Doctor chatted about his friend, Clara, who was brilliant at making soufflés. Tabitha walked close to Sherlock, purposefully making her arm touch his. He didn't react, and it was making her disheartened. They had a life-changing issue at the moment, and he was carrying on like she was still his play toy. The Doctor seemed to notice the scowl on her face, and stopped talking as they found the kitchen.

"Oh, do you need to talk? You should talk. Why don't you talk? I'll leave. You stay. And talk!" he mumbled a few more words as he walked out of the kitchen. Sherlock looked confused, and Tabitha sighed.

"Why do we need to talk? Do you have any more information about the assassins after you?" he asked. Tabitha felt nauseous as the mention of assassins.

"What are you talking about? Assassins? No! We need to talk about our future!" she cried. She hopped onto a silver stool next to the silver island in the middle of the silver kitchen. It gleamed cleanly. All the latest gadgets, and some seemingly futuristic ones, were organized throughout the room.

"That was Mycroft when I answered the phone. He says it's confirmed there are assassins after you," Sherlock said, eyeing the room. Tabitha's face went pale, and she wasn't even noticing how uncomfortable Sherlock was acting.

"Please don't leave me," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She gripped the metal counter in front of her, stiff and fighting back tears as she sat on the stool. She heard Sherlock shuffle next to her, but kept enough distance so even his coat wouldn't touch her.

"I won't leave you," he murmured, staring ahead at the silver pans hanging above a part of the silver counter. Tabitha sniffled, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Sherlock pressed his lips together tightly, and Tabitha jumped when he felt his arm settle around her waist. It was stiff, but she realized he was trying his best to comfort her.

She leaned against his side, placing her head on his shoulder. His body seemed to relax, but it was clear that he didn't know what to do past this moment. Tabitha sniffled again, and he pulled her tighter against him.

"Please, don't cry," he said, his voice softer and more comforting. She relaxed a bit and wiped tears from her eyes.

"I know you won't let anything happen to me. I trust you. Completely," she stated confidently.

"Good," he murmured. They stayed in that position for a while, the TARDIS whirring around them. They heard the Doctor making noises in the console room. From what he was mumbling, it sounded like he was trying to fix whatever was wrong with his blue box, but it wasn't working very well.

"Sherlock, this is reality. We need to talk about the possibility –"

"I know," he interrupted. He hesitated, and Tabitha was quiet as she let him gather his thoughts. He pulled his arm away, and Tabitha pulled herself back, leaning on the counter with her elbow, her chin in her hand. "You can disappear at any moment, even if the Doctor didn't take you back. That is how you came to be here, an energy wave coming from this device."

"I've decided to stay," she blurted, surprising even herself. Her eyes widened at her confession, and she turned to look off towards the wall, her mind reeling. She was going to stay, even if she wasn't pregnant, even if Sherlock didn't want more than sex from her. She liked this place. "I'm staying. Even if I'm not pregnant. I'm sure the Doctor can whip up some excuse back in my universe as to why I'm not going back."

"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked, turning to face her. She turned her body to face his. Her mouth turned up into a wide grin, emotionally and exciting. His eyes showed a bit of panic at her decision.

"Yes. I know you don't want anything more than sex. I can get a job – there was a help wanted sign in the book store a few blocks from the flat," she commented. She chuckled at her use of the English word 'flat'.

"Of course. Thank you," he answered. Frowning, she turned toward him. Thank you? For not asking him to be responsible for their child if she was pregnant? She opened her mouth to voice her anger, but as interrupted by the TARDIS shaking violently. She fell off the stool into Sherlock, and knocked her head against the counter corner as they fell down.

The last thing she saw was a worried look from Sherlock before her vision went black.

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Sherlock watched as the Doctor scanned Tabitha with his sonic screwdriver. He had looked over the device, and it had stumped him. He vowed to figure out what made it work, but right now, he was worried about the woman lying on the console room floor. When the TARDIS had shuttered, she had been knocked off the stool and hit her head. There was a small bit of blood on her forehead, but the Doctor said it wasn't fatal.

"She's fine, just knocked her head a bit," the Doctor said with a grin. Sherlock scowled at his excited mood, and the Doctor cringed from the look. "Oh, the TARDIS was just getting back to normal. She didn't mean for this to happen. She'll be fine, Sherlock, I promise!" He softened his face to sympathize with Sherlock, using his hand to pat Sherlock's shoulder. "By the way, she is pregnant," he added quickly before jumping up and scurrying away.

"It's only been two weeks, how can you be sure?" Sherlock asked loudly. He heard Tabitha groan and crouched down next to her.

"The sonic doesn't lie," the Doctor shouted from his spot across the room. Sherlock felt his stomach drop as he leaned over Tabitha, who was waking up with a hand to her forehead.

"How did I get out here?" she muttered, scrunching her nose and raising a hand to her forehead. "My head is hurting like hell." She brought her fingers down to see a speck on blood on them. Her face turned pale. "I'm bleeding!"

"I fixed it, don't worry!" the Doctor commented from afar.

"Tabitha, are you alright?" Sherlock asked, his voice low. He put his arm around her shoulders as she sat upright. He took her hand in his and studied her eyes. She sighed softly as she held onto his uncovered hand – it was rare he didn't wear his gloves when around people.

"Yes. What happened?"

"This TARDIS decided to throw you onto the table corner," Sherlock answered with a smirk. "You were knocked out for only a few moments – the Doctor and I brought you in here."

"I think I want to go home," she muttered with a sheepish smile. She turned to the Doctor, who looked at them disappointedly. "I mean here. Our home. 221 B Baker Street."

"Oh, of course!" he said, fumbling with some knobs on the console. He came around to them and helped Sherlock pull Tabitha to a stand position. He smiled, but Sherlock thought it was obvious that he didn't want them to leave. He was most likely lonely, wanting company. It didn't concern him, though.

"Doctor, we will keep in touch. See you in a few weeks." Sherlock took Tabitha's hand and pulled her outside the TARDIS door. The Doctor watched them go, leaning on the console, as the TARDIS seemed to whir sadly around them. It seemed the blue box liked the couple.

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Sherlock was quiet as they took walked back to the flat. Tabitha figured it was because of their predicament, but it could also be the mystery of the TARDIS, the Doctor, and the case he was on at the moment. That reminded her…

"Hey, did you solve the earlier case? The woman with the freckle?"

"Her physician grew tired of her constant appointments, and used her as an unknown participant in a new drug."

"Ah. Did you tell Lestrade?"

"Obviously," he mumbled back to her.

Tabitha took a deep breath and gave an exaggerated nod to his answer. She took out her phone and started to play around with it.

Sherlock is being weird. He is avoiding talking to me, more so than usual. What do I do? – to Mycroft.

Have you told Mary about me? I know it's crazy, but all of it is true. Honestly! – to John.

Would you like to have dinner? – to Irene.

Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? I need a break from the boys. – to Mrs. Hudson.

I think it's obvious you won't find anything about me, except what Mycroft Holmes has. Maybe I should just move on? – to Lestrade.

She got a few answers.

Are you sure it's more than usual? Get him drunk, it's a laugh – MH

I told her tonight. She believes it more than I do. Mad, but you have never lied before – JW

Are you hungry? – IA

Of course, dear! Oh, did I send this the correct way? – MH

Mycroft Holmes – of course he would have something to do with it. Can you come in tomorrow morning to have a chat? – GL

She felt excitement in her chest – she was speaking with some of her favorite characters. She answered a few: was convinced by John that he had calmed down over her origin, set up a dinner with Irene tomorrow night, agreed to have simple sandwiches with Mrs. Hudson tomorrow, and set up a time to meet with Lestrade tomorrow morning. Tabitha made a mental note to seek out Anderson – she really wanted to have a conversation with the man everyone hated. Just to say she had.

"I suppose we should take our relationship to the next step, considering you are pregnant," Sherlock said out of the blue. Tabitha fumbled with her phone and held it tightly in her hand. She turned her face to look at him, not surprised to see his face void of any emotion.

"How do you know? What step would that be?"

"The Doctor used his sonic screwdriver. I believe he is called the Doctor for a reason," he answered. He took a deep breath and pulled out his own phone. "The next step would be to technically ask your hand in marriage."

"Marriage?" Tabitha squeaked. She flashed back to her marriage four years ago. It had been small, intimate, and the happiest day of her life. She felt a lump in her throat, and swallowed. Sherlock glanced at her just in time to see tears come to her eyes. He looked at her, confused and a bit concerned.

"I don't understand why you look upset," he commented quietly, seeming to want to understand.

"Oh, Sherlock," Tabitha sniffled, wiping her teary eyes and took a deep breath to dislodge the knot in her chest. "I was married once before. It's just very odd to think of marrying someone else. I know I say I'm over T.J.'s death, but in all honesty, I don't think I ever will be."

"He died two years ago," Sherlock said. Tabitha rolled her eyes at him, but wasn't offended at all. She knew this was how Sherlock thought. He put away his phone in his pocket, stopped walking, and turned to face her. She looked up into his face, and took his hands in hers.

"He was my best friend, my lover, and I was making a life with just him. Now that he's gone, I have to start over. Gain another best friend, another lover, and make life with another person. I know you don't fully understand, but it's there," she explained. He looked down at her, concentrating on her words. "If I'm pregnant, we don't need to get married. I just expect you to take equal responsibility with supporting and raising the child."

"Marriage would make it much easier, financially and legally," he pointed out.

"I know. Maybe you're right," she answered, pulling her hands away. They continued walking, just around the corner from their flat. They walked for a moment in silence, and then she spoke up. "I have feelings for you. I don't know if I can be in a marriage with someone who doesn't return the feelings."

There. She had told him her feelings, it was all in the open. Sherlock was quiet as they walked to their door. He opened it for her, his face soft with thought, and walked in behind her. They walked up the stairs, with Mrs. Hudson waving a greeting as they passed her door. When they went into the living room, John and Mary were sitting close on the couch, watching the television. There was a British dramatic romance on it, and Tabitha had no idea what it was.

Mary and John waved a greeting, both smiling, as they walked in. Mary pushed herself up, and took Tabitha's hand.

"Let's go get some tea started while the boys chat, yeah?" Mary pulled the other woman into the kitchen. John had pulled Sherlock down beside him, and started to murmur. Mary and Tabitha worked together to get the kettle started, and then they leaned against the counter, facing each other. "John told me your story. It's unbelievable," she whispered.

"I know. It's true. I don't need to prove it to you," Tabitha whispered back.

"No! You don't. It's so mad, I know it's true. It's amazing. It means you and Sherlock were meant to be together. Fate!" Mary said quietly with excitement. Tabitha had to smile and raised an eyebrow at that. Mary took Tabitha's hands, again.

"Thank you."

"If you're pregnant, you have friends to help you. Sherlock isn't a bad man. He just doesn't know how to work with normal people," she commented with a chuckle. "I may not have known you for a long time, but our boys are Holmes and Watson. We have to stick together."

"I have a feeling I am pregnant. And I trust Sherlock with my life. Completely. He may not be smart in the ways of emotions and relationships, but he does know how to keep someone safe," Tabitha pointed out. Mary nodded in agreement. "He asked me to marry him."

"What?!" John and Mary cried out at the same time.