Beautiful Liar

Words Of Wisdom

SOME HOURS LATER: BAKER STREET:

When the Bentley arrived at the flat, I hadn't realised that I'd fallen asleep. Sherlock gently awoke me and helped my out the car. I looked around at my surroundings. The sun had just started to rise and all of London was awakening from their slumbers. Glancing back to Sherlock, I smiled and entered the familiar building. Walking in, I could feel the sense of comfort spreading right through me. Sherlock closed the door and lead me up the staircase. At the top we were greeted by John, Mary and Mrs Hudson. Mary was the first to speak,

"Juliet. Look at you, how far along are you?" She asked, getting quite excited. I gave her a smile and placed a hand on my bump,

"Seven months. I'm getting quite nervous now. However, that's probably because I won't have my husband next me." I said sadly. John moved next to his wife, a baby in his own arms. His face was full of glee and happiness. I was proud to say John Watson was my best friend. "And who's this?" I cooed over to the small infant.

"William Watson. He shares a certain someone's birthday." John motioned over to Sherlock. Letting my mouth hang, I tried to hold down my laughter.

"Seriously? He shares Sherlock's birthday? Poor soul." I said mockingly. Sherlock just smiled and moved over to his violin. John then handed William over to Mary and pulled me swiftly to one side.

"How are you, Jules. I know this can't be easy for you. We heard it on the news last night and called Sherlock straight away. Jules, don't give up. Please don't give up. I didn't like Moriarty, I mean, he tried to bloody blow me up. However, that isn't the point. Now that I'm a father, I see your situation in a kinder light. You and he are in love, just like Mary and I. I've always wanted you to be happy and I know you won't be happy without him. So please, just don't give up." John pleaded. I took hold of John's shoulder and squeezed it,

"I appreciate your kindness John. But, Mycroft has made it quite clear what his intentions are and I have no choice but to comply. Jim is a smart man and he will figure something out. The hope is slowly fading John. I don't want it to, but I fear it is. Now, I'm going to get some sleep. I'll see you later." Placing a kiss on John's cheek, I left the room trying to hide my discomfort and tears. Jim would come through and save us. He would be there for the birth of his child. As he said, our goodbye wasn't a goodbye. It was only goodnight. I stand by that and know for a fact, he will save us from the hell that is Mycroft's wrath.

3RD PERSON:

John Watson watched his friend hastily exit the room. He hated seeing her in this state. Juliet was always a happy girl, never depressed. Mycroft had done this to her and so had Sherlock. John took a seat and stared over to the Consulting Detective,

"Sherlock?" He asked anxiously. Sherlock turned to face John and took the seat opposite,

"Yes?" He replied sternly.

"Is there anyway that we can help Juliet. I hate Moriarty's guts but I don't want to see her like this. Sherlock, can we stop Mycroft from using Jim and arresting him?" John asked again, this time more frantic. Sherlock unbuttoned his jacket and reached for his mobile,

"What are you suggesting John?"

"I'm suggesting that we help Juliet. She needs Jim and he needs her. Mycroft has done so much wrong in the past few moths and it has to stop. She's falling apart. I mean, that's Mycroft's plan, isn't it? Make Juliet loose hope so he forgets Jim. But he's forgotten something, hasn't he Sherlock? No matter how much you hate him and his final plan, Juliet needs our help. We have to save her from herself before it's too late." Sherlock shifted in his seat and sat forward, listening intently to John's every word.

"Mycroft's too powerful John. He's out to ruin Jim. But-" Sherlock paused and turned towards the window. "I agree with you. We need to help her. The sadness in her eyes when he was arrested was unbearable. I had never thought about murder up until that point. Mycroft is powerful alright. But he hasn't taken into account the power of love. Most likely because he has never loved himself. Let's wait until the trail before we decide anything. I think we have to be rational about this." John nodded along in agreement and folded his arms. Both however, were interrupted by Mrs Hudson running up the steps. She had a look of anguish on her face,

"Oh boys. We have lot's of those paparazzi downstairs. All wanting a picture of Juliet. I told them to lump it."

"Why do they all want a picture of Juliet?" Mary piped in from beside the landlady. Sherlock arose from the chair and pulled back the curtains. Beneath, he saw the crowd of journalists and scoffed in distaste,

"She is the wife of the worlds biggest criminal. And her being pregnant isn't going to help, either. You're right John, Juliet needs help. All of kinds..."

JULIET'S P.O.V:

From Sherlock's bedroom, I could hear it all. Their plans and what had to be done. Would they really help me? Would Sherlock honestly do that? Standing, I shuffled over to the window and opened it slightly. The buzz from outside was un-real. paparazzi and news crews stood, awaiting my departure. I sighed and closed the hatch. Life was going to get much harder for sure. For a moment, I stood gazing out into the street. Then there was a small knock on the door,

"C'mon in." I said softly. Mrs Hudson appeared in the doorway holding a small tray. On this small tray, it held a neat pot of tea and a slice of my favourite cake. This woman knew me well.

"Thought you could do with a cuppa." She set the tray down on Sherlock's bedside cabinet and moved over to where I was stood. I hadn't realized how close the woman was until she placed a hand on my back. Breaking my trance, I turned to face her,

"Thank you Mrs Hudson." She smiled and looked down at my bump.

"Do you know yet?" I gave Mrs Hudson a curious look but then realized what she was talking about.

"A girl..." Trailing off, I turned towards Mrs Hudson and collapsed in a fit of tears. She started to rub my back, most likely in an attempt to calm me down. "Jim doesn't even know. I need him Mrs Hudson. I can't have this baby without him. I just can't."

"Well, from what Sherlock and John we're telling me, I think that they're going to help you. I know he can seem like a robot at times but he loves you Juliet. Both of those men would take a bullet for you. I know I would. Now, dear, drink that tea up and relax. You've got a stressful week ahead of you." Mrs Hudson placed a kiss on my forehead and exited the room. Looking over at the cup of tea, I smiled and reached for it. For years, Mrs Hudson had been like a mother to me. Cared for me and loved me. Unlike my own mother, she had never been there for me. Very carefully I sipped the tea, rubbing my belly at the same time. I wasn't going to give up Jim. I would fight for us, for this baby.

A/N: Next Chapter: The Trail of the centaury... ;] Let me know what you thought! :0