I don't like sequels cause it makes it seem like they are dragging the story too long, but I may do one for this. This one will go through the first few months of pregnancy, at least. It may even go through the hold pregnancy. The sequel may deal with SHerlock having a baby to take care of... anyway, thanks for the reviews and stuff!

CHAPTER 17 - Scott?

While Tabitha was with Ms. Adler, Sherlock and John were at the morgue with Molly. All three stood over a pale body, looking undamaged on the outside, but completely obliterated on the inside. Molly was even effected by the thought of the insides turning to mush, and bit her lip nervously as Sherlock studied the body.

"This is like something out of a crime scene television show," she murmured, pulling off her gloves with a snap. She tossed them in the trash, followed by John, and they wondered over to the desk to put the finishing touches on some paperwork. Sherlock didn't seem to notice that he had been left to stare at the odd male body. "Has there been any news with, what was her name, Tabitha?"

"No. It's been decided that she is going to be starting over with the life she had built in the last two weeks," John answered, not wanting to give away the impossible secret of Sherlock's woman. He glanced at Molly, who was studying Sherlock.

"Sherlock and her…?" Molly turned to him with a questioningly look. A few years ago, John would have seen a look of longing and jealousy on the woman's face, but Molly had surprised him through the time that Sherlock had been gone. Instead of those emotions, curiosity was evident on her face. John chuckled a bit and crossed his arms over his chest, turning back to watch Sherlock.

"He says they are trying an emotional experiment. Of course he'd never use the word dating, but there it is."

"Good. I like her. She's good for him." Molly smiled softly and took her papers to Sherlock. "Do I need to write anything else in the report before I file it, Sherlock?"

"No, I think we have everything, Molly, thank you," he murmured, putting his scarf and coat back on.

"Do you mind giving me Tabitha's number? I wouldn't mind getting to know her more – since she is going to be around more often," Molly asked with a hint of a question in her voice. John put on his coat and held back a laugh at Sherlock's uncomfortable look.

"I suppose I can – she did say she would like to get to know you," he replied. John walked out and waited for Sherlock. After a few moments, they walked out of St. Bart's together. They called a cab and made their way back to their flat, where Tabitha and Mary should be waiting for then. John froze at the thought.

"This is so strange," he murmured to himself.

"What is?" Sherlock asked.

"We have women. Waiting for us. At our flat." Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed, but he kept his eyes out the window. John chuckled happily. "Seriously. I would have never thought a month ago that we'd have woman in our apartment for more than a case. I could barely keep a woman for a few dates!"

"She has stirred our lives up a bit, hasn't she?" Sherlock murmured with a smirk. The thought seemed to be pleasant to him as well, John saw. He agreed with a hum and the boys were smiling when they got to the flat. When they entered, however, their faces turned into surprise.

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She had no idea what had gotten into the three of them, but Mary, the Doctor, and her decided to have a spontaneous party when she got back from her dinner date. The Doctor had procured decorations – rainbow ribbons covered the ceiling, confetti was thrown all over the living room, and the table was covered in sweets and biscuits and fruity drinks, sans alcohol.

They were still wearing their attire from before – Tabitha in her yellow dress, Mary in her pant suit from work, and the Doctor in his usual braces and tweed jacket. Mrs. Hudson was in the chair, clapping to the music. The Doctor had put on a classical jig of sorts, saying it was from the planet of Ubon, wherever that was. When Holmes and Watson opened the door, the three of them were laughing and clapping and dancing around the room. The music wasn't loud enough to be a disturbance, but there was no mistaken that they heard it from outside the door. The four partiers didn't notice the door swing open.

"Oh, you're home!" Mrs. Hudson suddenly exclaims, standing up hurriedly and pulling the boys inside. The Doctor immediately turned down the music, swiping at the confetti that had gathered on top of the record player. John and Sherlock's jaws are down, and the girls start to giggle as the Doctor took John's coat off of him.

"We were bored, so we decided to throw a party!" The Doctor laughed.

"There are scraps of paper all over my living room." Sherlock seemed to have a hard time processing this issue.

"Rainbow scraps!" Mary replied, taking a handful, walking up to John, and throwing it over their heads. She pulled him into a heavy kiss as the confetti dropped around them and on them. John held her close as they kissed, and Mrs. Hudson laughed. The Doctor took Sherlock's coat and throw it next to John's on the couch.

"Well, this is certainly… odd," John chuckled, pulling away from Mary and shaking his head to get the confetti out of his hair. Sherlock was fighting a smile, and Tabitha came up to him.

"I hope you aren't upset," she said with an exaggerated pout. "Come join us."

"No, thank you," he said, his lip twitching. It was obvious to everyone that he was trying desperately to keep his cool outward appearance. As everyone else in the room did their best to hide the grins on their faces, he turned abruptly and headed to his bedroom. After he shut the door behind him, the rest of them looked at one another. It only took a moment for all of them to dissolve into laughter.

"Oh, dear, it's getting late! I am off to bed. Good night!" Mrs. Hudson waved as she left, followed by various goodbyes. The Doctor looked giddy to be included, and let out another goodbye. John and Mary decided to take their leave, heading to his bedroom. They were whispering and giggling to one another, and the Doctor's face flushed when he overheard a particularly personal comment between the two of them.

"Doctor, remember, my letters?" Tabitha reminded the man as he went out cleaning out what confetti and streamers he could.

"I remember! Don't worry!" he replied with a wink. She helped him for the next half hour clean up the mess they had made. "I wonder how it will be in your universe…" he murmured as they stuffed some red streamers into a trash bag.

"What do you mean?" she asked, taking the last few cookies into the kitchen. He followed her with two trash bags full of rainbow scraps of paper.

"Well, this is technically a television show. You may be in it!" He looked around the living room and kitchen, and with a nod he seems satisfy at their hasty clean up. There were still bits of confetti adorning the floor, but most of it had been picked up. Tabitha made a mental note to take out the vacuum tomorrow to get the rest of it.

"I'm glad I won't have to see it," Tabitha chuckled. She let out a yawn, and the Doctor fluttered around the living room trying to find his coat. His hair flopped around as he bent down to check under the couch. Tabitha leaned against the kitchen entry frame and crossed her hands over her chest, watching him. "I don't think it's there. Check under John's desk."

"Oh, yes, of course!" The Doctor did as he was told and found the coat. He put it on and straightened his tie. He made sure his sonic screwdriver was in his pocket before looking back to Tabitha. "I will take these letters after I get some rest in the TARDIS."

"What about the whole crossing universes thing? You said it wasn't good…"

"I've learned a lot in my 1200 years. I think the old girl and I can figure something out. It's important. I may not be back for a while, though," he added. Tabitha's ears picked up a hint of warning in his voice at the last part.

"Okay," she answered in a low tone.

"You need to be on the watch for statues. Any statues, really, especially Angels. Never blink. They'll take your energy in less than a second! Remember that – always have an eye on them, no matter what." He walked close enough that their toes were touching. His hands landed on her shoulders, and he looked straight into her eyes. "Remember. Do. Not. Blink."

"I'll remember," she whispered, mesmerized by the old soul that swirled in his eyes. He grinned suddenly and pulled away.

"Good! Now, I'm off to deliver the letters. Take care of yourself, Tabitha. I'll be back as soon as I can!"

He left in a flurry of floppy brown hair.

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Sherlock was dozing off when Tabitha stepped into the darkened room. He laid still, on his back with a hand under his head and the other on his stomach, as she slipped off her dress and changed into a tank top and cotton shorts. His body responded to the image of her naked body, and his stomach flipped when she slid under the blankets next to him. She sighed, content, as she snuggled into his side, her head on his chest and her arm wrapped around him. He let a rare smile appear.

"I know you're awake," she commented in a hushed voice. Sherlock hummed a reply and brought the hand under his head down to wrap around her waist. They lay quietly for a while, dozing in and out of sleep. When Tabitha ran a hand softly up his bare chest, his eyes popped open.

"I remember you saying that intercourse was on hold for a while," he murmured with a gravelly voice. Her hand froze on his chest, and she huffed a sigh of annoyance as she pulled her hand back to wrap around his waist.

"It's a good idea. I hate it."

"Have you changed your mind?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope."

"Of course."

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The next month went by rather normally. Tabitha continued to give Mycroft weekly updates on the antics of Sherlock and John, although there was nothing major. They had a lot of cases, and Tabitha kept busy by spending time with Mrs. Hudson or Mary. Detective Inspector Lestrade seemed to pop in more often than he needed to, but Tabitha was glad. There had been no advances from these assassins that were after her, but she made sure she was always with someone.

There had been no contact from the Doctor. Tabitha wasn't surprised, but she hoped he was safe and well. She had taken up the habit of joining Sherlock at the morgue. Molly and she would leave the boys to their own devices as they went up to the cafeteria for a meal or coffee. Tabitha was a bit bashful around the brunette, but after a few moments of conversation, they fell into a nice friendship. Molly admitted to her feelings for the consulting detective, and Tabitha kept her mouth closed about how she had already known.

Tabitha was glad that Molly had moved on. She was dating a man who taught at St. Bart's, and were hitting their six month anniversary. The two woman, along with Mary, turned to each other when the boys were off on a case, or just needed some girl time.

One time in those four weeks, Sherlock and Tabitha discussed going on a 'real date'. He was confused about the whole idea, considering they had spent quiet nights together already. He assumed that the point of a date was to get to know the other person – since he already knew everything about her, what was the point. Tabitha just rolled her eyes and left him to contemplate as she let out her frustrations to John.

Another time, Donovan had accompanied Lestrade to check up on her, and while Lestrade was murmuring to Sherlock and John about a case, she pulled Tabitha to the corner of the room.

"Scott's divorce has gone through," she said quietly.

"Who?"

"Scott… Anderson, that's his first name," Sally sighed, her face showing a bit of irritation.

"Oh! I didn't know that! Well, that's good. I'm glad you guys are figuring it out." Tabitha glanced over at the boys, who were still talking, and saw Sherlock glance in their direction with a suspicious look on his face. She turned back to Sally. "Do you still believe that Sherlock is a freak?"

"Yes, but I don't think he's a killer anymore," she admitted. Sally cleared her throat and straightened her suit jacket. "Sir, we have a few stops to make before we had back to the office."

"Right! Right. Say, have you heard of John Smith? He has information on Tabitha's pursuers," Lestrade asked, looking at each person as he said it. They all shook their heads. "Um, floppy brown hair, wears a bow tie and braces?"

"Oh! Oh, the – John Smith. That John Smith," Tabitha chuckled. She tucked her hands into her pockets. "He's gone out of the country. Major emergency, I think."

"Of course," he murmurs, looking a bit frustrated. He sighs and follows Sally to the door.

"What kind of information does he have?" Sherlock asked. Lestrade turned around with a shrug.

"He says to watch out for the Angels. Not sure what that means – maybe a gang of sorts? I'll let you know more once I get more information." They officers left.

After that, Tabitha told Sherlock and John what the Doctor had told her the night he left. She was sure they were skeptical, but since a lot of odd things had happened in the last few weeks, they decided to take what they had and go with it. From then on, someone was with Tabitha at all times.

Now, four weeks after she had last seen the Doctor, she was in the morgue, sitting on a stool next to Molly at one of the lab counters while Sherlock and John poked and prodded at a body. She was dressed in casual jeans and t-shirt with slip on flats, while Molly was wearing khakis and a pink button up t-shirt. They both had their heads propped up on their hands, mirror images, with their elbows on the table. Their hair was up in similar pony tails. They looked like twins, except for their coloring and clothes.

"What's so special about this one?" Tabitha whispered to Molly, keeping her eyes on the men.

"He's supposed to be 23." Tabitha blinked and sat up straight to turn to Molly.

"He looks in his 70s."

"I know. That's what is so confusing. We've run tests to see if he had anything that could make it happen, but he's perfectly healthy. Well, for a man in his 70s."

"Seriously?"

"Tabitha, come here," Sherlock called, standing straight in his signature coat and scarf. John had his arms cross over his chest and looked over as the two women walked toward them. Tabitha stopped at the head and Molly walked to the feet. "What did the Doctor tell you about these Angels?"

"Well," she said, then stopped. Tabitha looked at Molly, waiting for her answer. "Uh, have you told Molly about my… past?"

"No… what do you mean? Does this have to do with these Angels?" Molly asked, confused. Sherlock and John glanced at once another. Tabitha rolled her eyes as the men glanced around the room, making sure no one was coming.

"Oh, come on, I'll tell her," Tabitha smiled. She took a deep breath. "Molly, I know it's weird, but I'm not from here. This universe." Molly's jaw dropped, and she looked at the two men. They both nodded silently. Her eyes went back to Tabitha. "For some reason, a time-slace-space machine sent out a wave of energy for giggles and sent me to this universe, which is a television show in my universe."

"Space machine? What?" Molly looked scared to ask, but curious enough to do so.

"Molly, it's exactly as she said. A Time Lord's TARDIS was damaged, sending out some kind of energy wave, which caused Tabitha to be transported to this universe, which is on the telly in her universe." Sherlock's voice had a hint of impatience in it, and Tabitha smacked his arm with the back of her hand.

"Don't be mean. I know, this is crazy," she said to Molly. "But it's true. I know things that I shouldn't know. Especially about Sherlock and John. Not sure about you, though," she said as an afterthought. Molly looked at both men again, and they watched her for a moment.

"Tabitha, you were saying about the Angels?" John said, finally breaking the silence.

"Oh! Right!" She glanced at Molly, who still had confusion on her face. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. Yes, of course. It… well, oddly enough, it makes sense," she admitted. "Your memory loss would be a good way to cover that up. Does Greg know?"

"Nope!" Tabitha replied. "Now, back to the Angels. He said that they were statues who took my… or people's… energy. He said never to blink, because that's when they move."

"Wait. Statues are the assassins?" John asked wryly.

"The Doctor himself is an alien, so to speak," Sherlock replied.

"Alien?" Molly squeaked. Tabitha sent her a sympathetic look. Everyone else ignored her.

"Why do these statues want Tabitha?" John seemed to be thinking hard, by the look on his face.

"Sebastian Moran."

Everyone turned to look at Tabitha when she said the name.

"I've heard the name before…" John murmured.

"Moriarty's partner," Sherlock answered for him. "Was he mentioned in your universe?"

"Yes, in the books."

"We're in books?" John commented.

"Are you finished with the body?" Molly asked.