Wrapping your coat around you tightly, you kept walking and walking. You had hoped after strolling down the street, with your eyes red and sore from crying, you would find some shop which you could use to drown your sorrows.

It was nearly 12am, and you heard music and chanting which drew you towards it. It being a pub. A manky looking pub, but the way you were feeling you needed it. You felt sicker than normal and you dwelled on a thought, a thought which scared you. Instantly, you erased it from your mind.

You then walked into the pub, the smell of beer and nicotine burning the inside of your nostrils. You sniffed but that only made it much worse. Walking up to the bar, you sat yourself down, a man flirting with you as you tried to ask for a drink.

"Can I have a... beer please?" He wiggled his eyebrows and you frowned. "Are you deaf? Can I have one? Or three..."

"All right... You look like a lovely lady." Rolling your eyes, the man talked to you as he filled up a rather large glass. "Where are you from? Heaven?" You snorted, the man placing the drink on the counter. You gave him a glare, quickly taking a big sip from the glass. Swallowing it, you coughed. Man, did the beer taste awful. That wasn't normal...

After a few minutes, you asked for another glass. You felt so sick, but you thought that drinking more and more would get rid of it.

And so you did.

Around four glasses later, you slammed the cup on the table. Pleading for more, until you were interuppted by your phone. Picking it out of your pocket, you answered, you voice slightly slurred because of how drunk you were.

"Hello?" You coughed.

"[Y\N], where are you?" You recognised that British accent.

"Ahh, Ben... What thoo you want?"

"Are... are you drunk?" You chuckled.

"Why do you care?"

"I'm coming to get you, where-"

"Can't you just leave me alone? I'm f-fed up with it... I thought..." You began to cry, your feelings all over the place.

"Don't cry. Where are you?"

"At that pub, down the road. And I'm leaving!" You pressed the end button hard, stuffing the phone into your pocket.

You picked yourself up, swirling all over the place. Making your way outside, you walked back up the street, using the wall to lean on. You stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, sick crawling up your throat. All of a sudden, a man grabbed you by your arm. It was the same man from the counter. The one who served you.

"Hey gorgeous. Why don't we... go back to my place?" You frowned.

"N-no..."

"Oh come on..." He grabbed your cheek, leaning in for a kiss until within a blink he was on the ground.

"She said no!" Benedict shouted, you gazed at him.

"Ben...?" It was too late, the sick entered your mouth and you threw up, Benedict holding your hair back.

"That's it... Let it all out..." He patted your back and you fell back onto the wall suddenly. You rubbed your eyes, saly tears covering your hands.

"I... I want to..."

"You're not doing anything. I'm going to take you home." He grabbed your hand but you moaned like an angry child.

"No! I don't want to!" You rested your head onto your knees, and cried for a moment. Benedict sighed, leaning on the wall with you.

"Look, I'm sorry if I... came into you suddenly..." You patted his leg.

"It's... no problem. I guess it's my turn go be drunk." He chuckled with you. "I... I think... I'm..."

"You're what?" He said frowning.

"Remember... Sherlock... Sign of Three?" You said, the knowledge all in your head. He nodded. "Change in... taste... perception..." Your eyes grew tired and you rested your head onto his shoulder. "Feeling sick... I think I'm... Deduce it Mr... Holmes." Your eyes were closed and Benedict didn't notice. He realised what those signs were and he said it out loud.

"... Pregnant..." He gulps hard, lifting your head up. But you were asleep.

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