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CHAPTER 20 - Sonograms & Angel Hunters

The next day, Tabitha got two packages. It was early afternoon, and she had just gotten back from a morning of window shopping and making a list of things that needed to be done before the baby came. She stashed the few things she had bought in their bedroom, and poked John in the shoulder as she passed him to grab the packages off the coffee table. He mumbled a hello and continued to type on his laptop. She saw that he was instant messaging Mary at her office.

She flopped down on the couch and studied the package in her hand.

"Where is Sherlock?"

"Scotland Yard."

"Do you know who sent this?"

"The post master brought it."

"Okay, then," Tabitha answered. The first was the size of two shoeboxes stacked on top of each other, wrapped in simple brown paper. She unwrapped it, and opened the brown cardboard box. Inside, there was a huge load of expensive baby clothes, yellow, green, and grey. Smiling, she picked up the small card inside.

You'll need the best for Baby Holmes. Let's have dinner again soon. Irene x

"Who is it from?"

"A friend." Tabitha glanced over at John, who raised an eyebrow at her. She winked at him and reached for the smaller package. It was the size of a necklace box – jewelry? She unwrapped the white paper, opened the white velvet box, and looked inside. It was a necklace, a heart-shaped locket, silver. She picked up the little card that was on top of it.

You should wear this – it'll help you remember the pain I've caused when your gone – Moran x

She threw the package and card on the floor with a yelp.

"What?" John asked, standing up and coming over to the couch quickly. He bent down and picked up the package and the card. Tabitha gripped the couch beneath her. She swallowed and looked wide-eyed at John. He looked just as worried, but quickly cover it up with a forced smile. "Hey, don't worry. Sherlock or I will always be with you, from now on…"

"I know," Tabitha answered in a whisper. John took out his phone to send Sherlock a text, but the man walked in just then. He took one look at them and frowned.

"What happened?" He took of his gloves, coat, and scarf, then walked over to Tabitha. John gestured to the jewelry box and card on the table, and sat down next to Tabitha. He put an arm around her shoulders, and felt the woman trembling. Tabitha wrapped her arms around her stomach, clenching her teeth. Tears stung her eyes. "I see…" Sherlock murmured, squinting down at the objects. He reached for his gloves, put them on, and picked them up.

"Sherlock… I'm scared," Tabitha said, swallowing. Sherlock looked over at her, and kept his face blank. His eyes, however, said that he was a bit frightened himself.

"Don't worry – I'll be by your side from now on. You'll go with me when I have a case instead of John." Sherlock took out his phone and started to text. John squeezed Tabitha's shoulder once more and stood up.

"I'll make us some tea and find something to eat, yeah?" John said.

"Tea, sounds good," Tabitha murmured, keeping her eyes down on the floor. Moran was really after her – it wasn't until now that she knew it was real. Until now, it had been part of the television show, no matter how long she had been in this world. Sherlock placed the note and box gingerly on the corner of the table, careful not to leave any of his fingerprints, and then stepped next to Tabitha's place on the couch. He looked down.

"I didn't realize Ms. Adler and you were such good friends," he murmured. Tabitha looked up, blinking from being distracted. Sherlock looked a bit cautious about that information.

"Yes. She seems to have a soft side for me, and the baby," Tabitha replied quietly. She took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slowly, then cleared her throat. "Well. Christmas. We still having that party?"

"We don't have to if you aren't comfortable," John answered, bringing a tray with a few mugs of tea and a plate of fruit on it.

"No! We should. It'll be good. There will be lots of people here – no need to be worried, right?" Tabitha chuckled half-heartedly.

"Brilliant," Sherlock mumbled, wrinkling his nose and moving to pick up the violin. He sat in his chair and watched Tabitha and John sip tea and nibble on the fruit. "Lestrade will be over in a few moments to get the gift."

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Sherlock wasn't lying about staying close to her – he never left her side, even when he was on a case. Tabitha was with him at the morgue, the crime scene, at Scotland Yard, and any other places he had to go. Sherlock tried to seem nonchalant about sending John, Mary, Lestrade, or even the Doctor to catch the really dangerous criminals, but everyone that knew him knew he was doing it to protect his fiancée and his child. It was odd to everyone, and their faces would show surprise each time he ordered them to go.

Mrs. Hudson was there when Sherlock absolutely had to go, and Tabitha wasn't surprised that the older woman knew how to handle a gun. She could outsmart anyone that came around, as well. Tabitha felt safe. Sherlock and Tabitha still had not talked about what to do when the baby came – should they get a new flat, should John move out, what should be the name, where the baby would sleep. Sherlock ignored those questions, while Tabitha thought about them quietly in her mind. It still was a long while, no need to add to their stresses.

One day, after a great appointment with Dr. Williams, Tabitha burst in the door of their flat, followed by an excited Mary and John. Sherlock had stayed behind to work on an experiment, reluctant to let Tabitha go without him. He didn't look up as the three grinned and talked excited about the sonogram pictures in Tabitha's hands.

"Sherlock, don't you want to see the baby?" John asked with a chuckle as he helped the women with their coats. John put them on hooks by the door and walked over to his best friend. Sherlock grunted when John put a hand on his shoulder. Mary and Tabitha rolled their eyes one another and giggled as they bent their heads close to look at the pictures. "Sherlock." John shook him a bit and Sherlock blinked up at him.

"Oh! I… see the baby?"

"Yes. Sonogram. I'm sure you know what that is!"

"Well, yes but… I know there's a baby – why do I have to see a picture of a blob in black and white?" He went back to his experiment, but everyone saw his hands trembling a bit. The three adults looked at each other knowingly. John and Mary followed one another to the door.

"I think we'll go get some… ice cream," John stated, getting the coats. Tabitha smiled gratefully and watched them leave.

"Why would they get ice cream in this weather? It's below freezing," Sherlock murmured to himself, his brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate on his microscope. Tabitha picked up the two main sonogram pictures and walked over to Sherlock. She placed her empty hand on his shoulder as she took a seat in the chair next to his. She leaned the table with her elbow and placed the pictures in front of him. He visibly swallowed and glared into the microscope.

"It's just us here, no one will see you show some… sentiment," Tabitha said softly. She squeezed his shoulder then brought her arm down next to her other one on the table. She reached out and scooted the pictures a bit closer to him. "Go ahead. You don't even have to say anything. Just look for a few seconds, and then I'll put them away."

Sherlock pulled back slowly and looked at Tabitha's face. She was smiling softly, understanding why he was ignoring the pictures. They were proof that there was truly a small human being inside of her, with half his DNA. She raised her eyebrows, still with a small smile, and tapped her finger against the pictures. He slowly looked down, and felt his stomach tighten.

The picture wasn't a blob – he should have known that at 12 weeks there would be definitive outlines. There was a head, arms, and fingers. He didn't know how long he stared. He blinked at the tears and looked at Tabitha. She had tears in her eyes as well, and reached out to touch his hand. He responded by fully enveloping her hand in his, and pulling her forward for a kiss. He tasted her softly, slowly, both their eyes closed. They pulled away slowly, and she was looking questioningly at his face.

"You have to say something. Please," she added.

"I wish I could have heard the heartbeat."

Tabitha stared at him before bursting out laughing, wiping happy tears from her eyes. He smiled back, but looked confused. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a quick kiss on the lips.

"I wasn't expecting that from you. You're always a surprise."

"Hm," Sherlock replied with a small smile. He took one of the photos, looked at it for a moment, and folded it up carefully. He stood up, walked over to his wallet on his desk, and stuck it in one of the pockets. "We need to pay a visit to the Doctor."

"Sounds good to me," Tabitha smiled. The moment had passed, and now they had to get back to figuring out when and where these Angels were going to come after her. They put on their coats and scarves, then left. "The Christmas party is next week. We should invite him."

"Aren't we going to have enough people in my flat?"

"You do realize that two and a half other people live in that flat, now, right?" Sherlock grunted as he hailed a cab.

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The Doctor was happily surprised when Sherlock texted him. He had been visiting Clara, and they had spent a good amount of that time running from a race of humanoid machines. It was like Transformers, but with all bad autobots instead of just some. He made sure the TARDIS was in the same place as before, all those weeks ago, and quickly put up his Christmas decorations. Lights were strung around the console room, and the light in the middle was decorated with green tinsel wrapped around it. The TARDIS hummed, brightening a bit at how pretty she looked.

"Ah, the Holmeses!" he exclaimed happily as the couple came inside the blue box. Sherlock frowned at the decorations, and Tabitha giggled and hugged the Doctor. He pushed her away, still holding her waist while looking her up and down. "You're starting to show!"

"Of course she is," Sherlock mumbled, standing still in his spot right in front of the closed door. Tabitha turned around to send a quick glare at him, then put a smile back on her face. When she wasn't looking, Sherlock's lips turned up into a smirk, eyeing the woman's stomach. It was a bit firmer, and a little bump was noticeable if you knew what you were looking for. His stomach flipped with excitement, but no one would have been able to tell if they had been looking at him.

"Happy Christmas! Did you hear that Moran contacted me?"

"Yes, the Detective Inspector mentioned it to me. We've been a team, him and I, you know. He knows I'm an alien. Mycroft, as well. We're like a team – Angel Hunters. Kind of like the Winchester brothers – have you seen that show?"

"Supernatural? Yes! I loved watching it back home – I haven't even checked to see if it's in this universe…" Tabitha hummed, frowning in thought.

"It's here." The Doctor and Tabitha turned to look at Sherlock. He shrugged and gave him a bored look. "What?"

"You watch Supernatural."

"No, I don't watch it, it's just on sometimes when the telly is on."

"Right," Tabitha said, holding back a snort of laughter. She turned back to the Doctor as Sherlock started to walk slowly around the console room. "So, did Team Angel Hunters come up with anything?"

"They are slowly starting to target people that are connected with the Holmes brothers," the Doctor said, sighing. He looked concerned, staring into a screen attached to the console. Sherlock and Tabitha moved to stand on either side of him, and she placed a hand lightly on her stomach. "They are getting closer."

Sherlock's arm went around her waist protectively, pulling her into his side. The Doctor looked at them, determination and reassurance in his eyes.

"I promise nothing will happen to you. To anyone else. I need to find the Mother Angel, see how Moran is using her as a means to control the Weeping Angels," the Doctor and the couple stared at each other for a long moment, letting the meaning of his words sink it. Instead of waiting for them to come to Tabitha, they were going to have to go to them.

Tabitha looked up at Sherlock.

"It'll be better to tackle this head on instead of waiting. It's been three months – I'm tired of waiting."

"I agree," he murmured, glancing down at her. The Doctor nodded, and pushed the two of them towards the door. Sherlock frowned and Tabitha looked confused as they were all but thrown out of the TARDIS.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but I need to go to Lestrade and Mycroft to come up with a plan before anyone else gets hurt." Tabitha and Sherlock both noticed that his face had changed. Instead of curiosity and playfulness, there was pain and sadness.

"You've dealt with these Angels before."

"A few times," he replied mysteriously. He sent them a reassuring smile, although it wasn't a very big one. He closed the door, and they stepped back, standing close to one another, as the wind blew around them. The TARDIS groaned and faded, until all that was left was shaking branches and their breath in the air.

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