Beautiful Liar

Stayin' Alive: Part One

A/N: This one includes the best thing known to man, DRAMA. ;] Get your tissues ready, OK, there will be a MAJOR cliff-hanger here. So bring on the hiatus. ;] Some of you may be shocked? Some of you may figure it all out? Only time will tell... ;] Oh and it comes in three parts. A little bit like a series of Sherlock. ;]

PART ONE:

2 MONTHS LATER: JULIET'S P.O.V: 9 MONTHS PREGNANT: MYCROFT'S OFFICE:

Pain. That was all I felt. Some days I would be happy. Some I would sit and cry. Some would say I was bipolar, however, they would be proven wrong. I had a plan. It was all thought through. All I needed now was Mycroft and luckily, I had him just where I wanted him. Sherlock and John had taken a short break up to Scotland to retrieve some things from home. It was a kind gesture, but I didn't need anymore reminders that my life was ruined enough. Currently, I was seated in Mycroft's grand office. And the man himself was seated across from me, head rested on his palms,

"What can I do for you Mrs Moriarty?" He asked in a condescending manner. I placed a hand on my bump and pulled out a paper file. Mycroft looked surprised but regained his composure in time for me to speak,

"I'm not here to fight. I can't, you know that. However, there is something I want you to do for me. In this file is the contents of my plan. It is to be looked upon by no-one but you. Sherlock cannot even know about what lays inside. This, is my last resort and I need you to help me." I pleaded. Mycroft took the folder away and started to skim through. His eyes widened the further he looked. Suddenly, he placed it down onto the desk abruptly,

"Why?" The tone of his voice was icy. I looked down at my bump and sighed,

"You know why. I don't need to tell you." Mycroft nodded and sat back in his chair. Looking away from the 'ice stare', I began to examine the room. It was far too grand for my liking. However, I was brought back to planet Earth when I felt a sharp pain come from my abdomen. Crying out, I clutched onto Mycroft's desk and looked back into his eyes. "Mycroft. My waters broke. Will you help me or not?" I practically screamed towards him. He stood up from the oak desk and took my hand,

"Whatever you need, I will help." Smiling, I squeezed his hand. But my smile was soon wiped away when another contraction came. Mycroft pulled his phone out and dialled for an ambulance to come. Within ten minutes, one had arrived and in no time at all we were on our way...

SCOTLAND: GLASGOW: JOHN'S P.O.V:

Lifting the final box into the car, I took a seat on the wall. Sherlock soon came sauntering out, holding what appeared to be one of Moriarty's famous suits. Laughing, I stood and moved closer to Sherlock,

"Moriarty would kill you." Sherlock turned his nose up,

"He's already tried to do that John. I doubt he could now." Chuckling once again, I started to feel my phone vibrating.

"This'll be Mycroft." And I was right. It was. Smiling, I answered it quickly. "Hello?"

"Hello John." Mycroft answered sadly. I opened the car door and got inside,

"Is everything alright?"

"John. There's something I need to inform you about." He sounded serious. I looked over at Sherlock and he pulled a curious face. He then snatched the phone rudely out of my hands,

"What do you want Mycroft?" Sherlock barked. Shaking my head, I motioned for the man to hand the phone over. But Sherlock was fixed on something. He had started to go white. Suddenly, he ended the call and handed my phone back to me.

"Sherlock? What is it?" I asked calmly. He didn't move an inch,

"I-Uh. It's Juliet." Sherlock took a deep breath and slammed his fist against the dashboard. Making me jump in the process. "She's DEAD. Mycroft told that there were some complications during the birth. She died along with her daughter." I couldn't quite believe what Sherlock was telling me. Our Juliet was dead? The only thing playing over in my mind was what Jim would do. Surely he would be going insane?...