here it is the last of this series :'( -mickey

A few weeks had past since Sherlock and I's fight but it was fine that we hadn't spoken plus I hadn't gone out of my aunt's home to even have a chance to see him. Mary and Molly had stopped by a few times to hang out with me but mostly I was  alone in my room eating whatever Aunt H. made me. I stopped thinking about Sherlock's words and I got up and stepped into my shower and then I entered my mind palace

"Enough of this Veronica" Mycroft said

I hated the fact he was in my mind..."I refuse to speak to him"

"You can learn to forgive him. He thinks loves a disadvantage when your spoken of he changes"

"Mycroft I can't" I said

"Veronica if you and my brother are still together after everything you've both been through in the past years I don't doubt you can't not survive through this"

"It's our child I'm worried about"

"Sherlock is unaware of how this child came to be"

"I know, Mycroft, I know"

"Do you know?" He asks

"No I don't it isn't possible"

"Your not possible either. Does this give you any ideas?" he said twirling his umbrella.

"No, it makes me question more and more about my own existence like where the hell I came from or why I can't just die already." I wasn't joking when I said this infact I mean't it I wanted to know what death actually felt like not this die and ressurect multiple times.

"Now Veronica that isn't a good thought is it?"

"What do you know about good thoughts?" I asked

"That you have good thoughts when your with my brother Sherlock who you know you despretly need."

"Is this your way of telling me I need to be with him"

"Finally you get it Miss Hudson."

"Fine, fine okay-I...I guess I'll talk to him or something" I say unsteadly

"It's been four weeks since you have been with him I think it's time you go to him" Mycroft says and I shake myself awake because I fell asleep in the shower

"I've got to go!" I said

My aunt was boiling tea "Sweetie your up and ready this morning"

"Yeah, I am it's just I think I need to talk to him"

"Him as in John or the man upstairs?"

"Sherlock Aunt H." I said

"You've changed sweetie, what made you change?" She asked

"A friend of mine you could say" Thinking of Mycroft

"Well, Veronica I think you should talk to him it's a great idea"

"I'm going" I slip my shoes on and I run out the door and stop on the first step because I hear a distant song playing a violin playing sharp chords it's rythmic also it pulled on my heart strings. Was he playing this song because of me?

I shake it off, alright Veronica go up there and talk to him.

And so I do I walk up each step taking deep and finally I was on the top stair right up to his door he had the door closed I hesitated to knock and my nerves did it without me telling them too.

"Alright 'little thing' let's hope for the best." I pat my stomach and Sherlock opens the door

Sherlock's Pov

Yes I knew she'd come to my flat some day after the predictable fight but Verona had a right to be mad. Her emotions are unstable.

"Veronica" I said trying to not scare her off because I knew she was about to walk away at the look of my face.

"I'm sorry" she says to me

"Come in" I tell her not wanting to discuss this in the middle of the hallway

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled I know you Sherlock and you kissing Irene isn't a thing you would have gone for. If you truly loved her you would have been with her not me."

"Correct" I said wanting her to go on

"Do you want me to go on?" She asked

"Please"

"Okay, Sherlock about this whole baby."

"It isn't whole yet." I smile at her and then she giggles

"Mr. Holmes I have missed you so much." Verona smiles and I can't help but hug her ignoring the oddness

"In these past four weeks have you written anything?" I ask her

"I did. I wrote the case of myself and how I was kidnapped."

"That could be a best seller. Possibly a New York Times in America." I said

"Haha yeah I suppose so" She says