John stared at his hands, tears blurring his vision, as the heart monitor went flat. The

falling and rising of Molly's chest stopped, and all signs of life from her face disappeared. First

Sherlock, now Molly. The only people John really cared for-gone. He had not hesitated or

asked questions when he got the call from her, asking him to be there. Although he had not

seen Molly for the last few months, he knew that she was pregnant. He did not ask who it was

with; that was her own business. He thought that it would be a happy ending for her. She

seemed so excited. But here he was, watching as the life left her eyes. Nurses were rushing

around, trying to do all that they could for her, but he knew it would not help. She was already

gone. They stared sadly at John. He watched as they covered her kind, soft face with a sheet,

and wheeled her out. He sat there, for what felt like hours, not wanting to realize what had

happened. Finally, a nurse walked in holding a small bundle of blankets, and headed towards

John. A look of confusion went over his face as she handed him the squirming bundle. A small

smile grew at the corner of the nurse's mouth "You're the one she listed as Miriam Holmes's

guardian"

John stopped, eyes growing wide as he stuttered "What-what did you say?"

The nurse arched her eyebrow "You're her guardian?"

John shook his head, "No… H-Her name.. Holmes?"

The nurse looked at him with confusion "Miriam Holmes" She handed him the bundle,

and left them alone. The baby woke with a muffled coo and opened her couldn't be…

She was Sherlock's? Sherlock and Molly… John slowly absorbed the information he had just received. He was the guardian of Sherlock and Molly's child. He studied her face and laughed.

Even though she had Molly's eyes, every other bit of her face was completely Sherlock. He

felt as if though he had been given a piece of him back.