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“Forgot he had an appointment,” Mary said.  “Can we get it to go?”

Author: Mrs.Monster Pairing: Sherlolly Word count: 853 Prompt: mayacakaia wanted: he's so into crap telly (of course he denies it) and Molly doesn't think naming their baby after TV characters is a very good idea. Looking back on your prompt, I don't really think this is what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy anyway. * “Do you have that list I asked you to put together?” Molly Hooper asked her partner, Sherlock Holmes. “I'm meeting Mary for lunch and I'd like to take it with.” Sherlock was sitting in his chair, knees pulled up to his chest, eyes riveted on the television. Molly had to repeat his name twice before he waved his hand toward the mantle in response. “Yes, yes, it's right there.” After she retrieved it from under the skull, Molly folded it twice and slipped it in her trouser pocket. “I do wish you'd take this a tad more seriously. It is the name of our child we're contemplating here.” “I am taking it seriously! Made the list, didn't I? Put a lot of thought into it too. There's a whole page of names.” Sherlock turned his face toward her, but his eyes were still glued to the episode of Big Brother that he was watching- he had a whole season's worth recorded. Molly stopped and dropped a kiss on his cheek. “I'll be back after awhile.” “Do you have your taser?” “Yes, Sherlock.” Molly didn't stop her course for the door. “And your pepper spray?” “It's illegal.” “Yes, and?” Molly gave him an indulgent smile. “It's just lunch- we'll be fine. Don't worry.” The closing door didn't muffle his sound of derision. When Molly had first told her partner of nearly two years that she was pregnant, to say that he had made her safety a priority would be a severe understatement. When she found him standing guard at the bottom of the steps with his harpoon after nearly a week without sleep, Molly and John had staged a quiet intervention. It'd taken a lot to convince Sherlock that while it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that an old foe would target Molly and their unborn child in an attempt of vengeance, he might be taking his constant vigilance just a tad too far. A short cab ride found Molly at the cafe she and Mary frequented. She sat across from Mary at a table near the back of the cafe, greeting her friend with a smile and ordering a glass of water with lemon from the waiter. “I've finally got the list of names from Sherlock. Hope you don't mind if I take a look- he's been ages getting it to me, and we haven't got a whole lot of time left,” Molly said, dropping her hand to her rather large belly before retrieving the paper from her pocket. “Not at all! I'd love to see what he came up with.” Mary craned her neck to scan over the chicken-scratch list. “Well, some of these are certainly... interesting, aren't they?” Molly couldn’t help but agree. Some were lovely, but others were- she felt a stab of familiarity the further she read. He wouldn't- “If you'll excuse me, Mary. I need to get back to the flat.” Molly pushed her chair up and began to lever herself out of it. “Oh but we haven't even eaten yet-” “I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have a certain bone-headed detective to murder.” * Molly stomped her way upstairs and knew that she must look horrible- huffing and puffing, she knew that her face was flushed red. But just in that moment she didn't really care. “I thought you said that you took this seriously!?” she demanded, shouldering through the door and into the sitting room. Sherlock looked up, startled. “What on earth are you going on about? I did take it seriously!” Sherlock insisted when Molly waved his list of names in front of his face. “We are not naming our child after bloody Big Brother contestants!” Molly shouted, face darkening from strained red to apocalyptic purple. “They are perfectly good names-” “No. I should have known better than to leave this in your hands.” She balled up the paper and tossed it into the unlit fireplace. “We are naming her Lillian and that's final!” Molly dropped down into the chair across from him but when she turned to glare at him, Sherlock was smiling. The pieces clicked into place. “Sherlock Holmes, did you do that on purpose?” “I told you from the beginning that I liked the name, but you were the one who insisted that I didn't have enough of a say in your pregnancy and decided that I should name her.” “Why in the world didn't you say anything?” Molly asked, an entirely different type of irritation welling up inside of her. Sherlock looked at her incredulously. “I did! Your hormonal brain just blocked it out.” “You really are a git sometimes,” Molly said, like she did every time he brought her pregnancy hormones up. He shrugged and remoted off the television. “Yes, but you love me anyway.” Someone help her, but she did.

Hullo! Sorry for the long wait! I hope I have given justice this awesome prompt! Thankyou so much for giving me your trust for this :). An early apology for grammatical errors, OCness, horrible dialogues, and for my suckishness. Sorry lovely :(. I'm also sorry for not reading this right after I finished it, it's already 10:30 pm and I'm really dizzy ahhhhh @.@. Warning: Mentions of C section pregnancy-.-.-.9:00 A.M.Sherlock automatically opened his eyes as soon as he felt a pair of wet lips collide to the skin of his cheek. Instead of going stiff and harsh-like how he would've reacted five years ago, he instead, mumbled a morning between his smiling lips. The culprit giggled and whispered a breathless greeting next to his ear. The voice was too familiar that he didn't even looked for her face, he just wrapped his arm around her and buried his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling the smell of her bathed state, especially the smell of her daisy scented body scrub. Normally, whenever Sherlock would act like this, she would tilt her head, plant a few kisses on his face, and scoot closer to him. But today, he sensed that it would be different. When his arm had connected to her skin, he felt her body went stiff and her breath quickened. He clenched his jaw, getting suspicious all over everything. The way he felt her eyes clench and the way she woke up earlier than him made him have no choice but to deduce her. "Anything you have to tell me Molly?" "..Deduce it Sherlock"He opened his mouth, about to tell her to spill it already. But then, he decided that he likes a turned-on Molly rather than an annoyed Molly.She stood up, turning her back to him and he followed suit. Not bothering to look to him, she walked straight to the slightly opened bathroom door and sighed. "Well?" she askedHis eyes trailed to the opened room, too narrow to reveal the entire space but was enough to reveal what she intend for him to witness. Below the pristine sink sat the trashcan with a white stick sticking out, staring at him as if mocking him. He inhaled a deep breath, his heart tugging erratically inside his chest."You are with child" he said. She nodded weakly with hot tears pouring down her smooth skin. They had always been scared with child birth. It was 5 years ago, a week before he proposed, they had their first child, Johanna Blithe- First name came from John's name; Sherlock's choice, and the second name was Molly's. She was unexpected, produced after the night Molly was rescued from Moriarty's grasps. Johanna, the little miracle had been brought to the world by C section. Everything was risky. Every moment counted like a clock ticking. Surprisingly, everything went alright. When he thought that Johanna was a luck, Molly believed that God had answered her prayers. But both of them have believed that if ever they would have another child, it will all be easier.In the spun of two years, while getting in synch with parenthood and taking care of little Johanna, came Greglyn Lucille; Greglyn came from Lestrade's name-Sherlock's choice, and again, the second was Molly's own doing. Her entrance to the world was hard. Everything was so critical. Molly had been knocked unconscious through the whole process. He had seen it all; Molly's hardships throughout her labor. The painkillers might have eased her senses but her internal being have experienced being stirred to oblivion. It was all to painful, the way she would silently stare at the ceiling, her eyes blank with no familiar sparks in them. She had been in that 50-50 state. Right after the doctor had cut the umbilical cord, everything slowed down, especially her heart. It was almost as if she just really wanted her child to be brought to the world then she was ready. He had begged, gripped, and cried, but the heart monitoring device had slowed down. Along with the five seconds of her heart lost it's function, Sherlock was so nervous, so worried, so scared. He could not think. He could not breathe at all.On that day, right after her heart pulse grew pulsing little by little. He promised not to hurt her ever again."Sherlock-" Molly sobbed, clenching her eyes shut as soon as she felt him drift away from her. She knows that look too well. The absent eyes and stiff form. She knows that she had lost Sherlock in the midst of the announcement. She would've accepted it, been used to Sherlock locking himself away inside his mind palace, but today, right after his deduction was announced, she felt a pang of sadness and disappointment. If only he knew how much she really needed him right now."I'm having brunch with Mary today, so I'm probably out for the rest of the afternoon. I hope you won't forget, it's your turn to pick up Greglyn from day care-since Johanna will be spending her evening with Shawn. Erm, Sherlock-" She cleared her throat, blinking away the tears from her eyes. She stared at his stiff back for a moment, waiting for him to say something. The tears from her eyes were being cleared away by the back of her hand, almost angry with herself for being so angry with him. After a moment of silence, she finally shrugged and twisted the knob of their door. With the clicking noise of the door being closed, she scurried off of 221B Baker street with a sad smile in place.2:00 P.M.Miss Lewis, the daycare teacher, was about to go home when she saw the little genius sitting alone at the swings of the playground,absentmindedly humming a tune she once shared in-front of her daycare mates. With her face imprinted a surprised expression, she approached the three year old child. "Are you alright there little Greglyn? Why are you still here? Where's mummy or daddy?" She crouched down to her height, making eye contact to the child's green-slightly-blue eyes. Little Greglyn only shrugged, her fingers getting lost to her thick curly hair."They're still not here, aren't they? I can give you a ride if you want, dearie" Not waiting for a response, Miss Lewis made herself comfortable to the swing next to Greglyn's. She looked to her left and right, searching for the complicated consulting detective or his sweet pathologist. Most of the time, Greglyn would be one of the first ones to ever get the opportunity to leave the daycare; God knows just how much a worried father Sherlock is. But surprisingly, the slightly complicated father was no where in sight. The little lady nodded, her curls bouncing softly along with her action. "We wait fo' Daddy. An' not call Grewyn. Want Lucille" she responded, flashing the teacher her annoyed look; Miss Lewis pursed her lips together, amazed by how the little girl assemble a lot like her father. Greglyn, who would rather be called Lucille, continued to hum from her nose, her feet dangling from the space between her swing and the ground.4:00 P.M.Greglyn had grown impatient after all of the waiting. First, she stopped her humming. Then, she jumped out from her swing and started crying silently. The daycare teacher, who's only in her late twenties, automatically went into motherly mode. She stood up and gathered the child inside her arms, cradling the little Holmes back and forth. "Is Daddy o'wight? Does he has bwuses fwom cwime scene?" Greglyn whispered, her lips quivering as her tears soaked her pinkish cheekbones. The teacher felt her heart ache as she felt the love pouring down from the eyes of the little girl. It was a rare sight to witness, for such a young age, little Greglyn cares and loves too deeply. And what surprised her even more was that the little girl understood what her parents actually do for a living. At first, she was concerned for the child. Crime scene pictures pinned on the walls, animal body parts in a restricted refrigerator, a skull for a friend, she feared for the growth of little Greglyn Lucille. Yet, when the child speaks about her parents, her eyes twinkles and her lips forms an excited grin as if they were talking about her favorite; the solar system. In those moments, she would always grin, disbelieved with how she seem to forgot that the child was the production of the famous Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper. It was all clear that she has no reason to be worried. "Daddy wikes murder, he wis stwong. Like David fwighting Gowiath" 5:00 P.M.Miss Lewis sighed as she carried the sleeping toddler in her arms. When the clock turned to 5:00, the child gave up and decided to just let her daycare teacher do all the work."Hello, Is this St. Bart's? Yes, I'm looking for Molly Holmes. Is she still in her work shift?" "Ah, she had just went home a few seconds before you rang. Any emergencies Ma'am?""Erm, no. Nothing. Thank you"5:15 P.M.Molly stood in front of Sherlock, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at her still frozen husband. She felt migraine taking it's course inside her head, immediately stressing over what had just happened- or the lack of it there of.She strode left to right, then, back and forth repeatedly."I'm going to strangle you William Sherlock Scott Holmes, just you w-" she stopped as a knock began to fill the room. Giving one long hard glance at her husband, she strode off to open the door."Mummy?" one word and Molly Hooper Holmes came crashing down into a fitful of worried sobs. Immediately, the child latched to her mother, burying her chubby face to the comforts of her shoulder blade. The little lady, who was tired just a moment ago, has sprung to life as if she didn't got tired. She smiled as if the waiting didn't took her a great deal of her time. "Mummy, why're you cryin'? Mummy, I'm oday! Daddy's odaay!" the girl squealed as her mother's tears connected to her neck; she is very ticklish. She hugged Molly as tight as how a little three year old can, showing her affection and appreciation to her mother, in hopes of making her better. Instead, Molly absent-mindedly turned her eyes to Sherlock, a frown automatically set on her tear streaked face. The scene went noticed by Greglyn and she pouted in response. She hated it whenever the Queen and King disagrees with each other. "Daddy?" Greglyn turned to look at her father's stiff form and frowned. She knew that there was a dragon in her daddy's mind palace, and she has to do something about it. "Daddy, carry me" she used her much more higher voice, grabbing his trousers with her open palm. "Daaaddy" she shook the fabric as hard as she could, trying to reach for her distracted father. At first, it didn't work. But as she shook him much harder with an even higher volume of voice, his muscles twitched and eyes blinked twice."Greglyn?" his voice trembled, frowning in confusion as to why her daughter is already in his presence. He thought he only had his conversation with Molly a few seconds ago?.Unless.. Oh, bastard."Miss Lewis was kind enough to help Lucille-" Molly said, her voice as soft and as low as a whisper. Sherlock nodded lamely, opening his mouth as if about to say something but eventually closed it, deciding that he has 99 percent of probability of getting her feelings hurt. "Daddy? Wha's wong wif you and mummy?" Greglyn spoke right after Molly slid into the comforts of their bedroom. He glanced towards the girl, lifting her up into his arms as she continuously stare at him. He smiled sheepishly to his daughter, feeling guilty of what he had done to his younger child. He felt lucky though, for having such brilliant children such as Johanna, Greglyn, and soon, the growing baby; whom no doubt, is also going to be brilliant and undeniably lovable. He deserved to be left behind. Yet, here he was, carrying his second child as if nothing had happened and all the waiting was a normal thing to accomplish. "Forgive me my sweet, I have done you wrong" he caressed her curly hair, tightening his grip to her young body as he fought the urge to tremble in her presence. "Are you twuly sowy daddy?" she pushed herself to look at her father, blue-slightly-green pair of eyes met the same ones, and Sherlock nodded sincerely."You aw' silly daddy. Oh course, I wove you" "And I to you-" he laid a kiss on her forehead, and with hesitation;fearing for the answer for his question, he added: "-Your mummy is still mad at me, isn't she? ""You aw' silly, so silly. Bu' mummy woves you too"9:00 P.M."Molly?""..Yes?""-Speak to me" "I'm already talking to you, Sherlock" She said, turning to her side for a comfortable position; or just trying to avoid the imbalance of her hormones."Yes, but I know that you do not want to" He climbed to their bed, wrapping his arm around her. "It's not that I don't want to-" Molly turned to face him, a feeling of calmness inside her system as soon as his warmth was wrapped around her. She clenched her eyes shut, balancing out her annoyance and the need to just snog him out off of her negative mood."-I understand that it would be risky. To be fair, I'm really nervous for my life. But look at what we had received with all of these taken chances-" she raised herself up, sitting upright and Sherlock followed her lead. They were infront of each other on the center of their bed, reading each other with curiosity and understanding inside their eyes. Molly smiled, lifting her hand to set aside the curls that were threatening to fell to his forehead. "-our children, Sherlock" she added."I cannot allow myself to watch you getting hurt, Molly. Especially when I know it is I who is at fault. I had promised myself not to ever hurt you again. Do you know what would happen to me if something would happen? A broken man" Sherlock's lips parted, swallowing the air that his lungs could muster. He furrowed his eyebrows as he tries to control the rapid flow of his emotions. Molly sensed his distress for her decision. She moved closer to him, cupping his face inside her palms as she rested her forehead to his."Your denying with this child is already hurting me-" she said plainly, trying to swallow the bitterness form her voice. Sherlock swallowed and began to speak up , to fight for what he thought, but Molly hushed him with a peck to his lips. When she was sure that he was silenced, she started again"-I know, and I am afraid too Sherlock. But this child is ours to love and protect. Another half you and half me. It will be difficult yes, but it will all be worth it. I love this child of ours already and I know that you will too" He gazed to her eyes, seeing confidence and hope in her sweet brown orbs. He is scared, afraid for what would have to come. But with that he had hurted her. He knows deep in his logical functioning brain, it will be more dangerous that the second pregnancy. But then, as Molly turned to him without any hidden anger but with pure trust and love, he feels himself believing that maybe it will all be alright too. He closed his eyes and laid a lingering kiss to her forehead. Slowly, Molly's arms went around him, and his found their way around her waist. "Alright""Thank you darling"9:30 P.M."Mummy? Daddy? I can't sweep. Johanna's not there""There's always a room for you love"10:00 P.M.Sherlock was caressing his daughter's curls, staring at her sleeping state as he was finishing his thoughts. He finally agreed, and he knows deep inside that the new member of their little family has already earned their father's love. Yes, it will be hard."Drawons, Donut faiwy" Greglyn muttered in her sleep, giggling as her dreaming state went on. Shelock sighed from his lips, closing his eyes as he finally let go of every doubting thought inside his head. "Cwime scene.. pwincess"And yes, it will all be worth it.

Thank you for the prompt :D I was about to post this yesterday but something went wrong with our internet so yup... :). A very early apology if it sucks or if the characters are a bit (or a lot) oc.. Sorry :(Hope you like it :).------------"Come on Sherlock, it is already bloody midnight!" John scolded him with eyes sending daggers straight to his own ones. He didn't need to check his wristwatch just to know the proof of the time-judging by the darkness that surrounds the streets, and the seemingly empty road, it was to be deduced that it is now the time of what young children would fear; the start of the danger, when their nightmares and fears would slowly creep out from their dark places if they are still awake. ."Oh it's fine, I can handle walking alone-" Molly responded, a hint of fear written behind her words. Sherlock raised his eyebrow, impressed about the sudden bravery of the small petite woman. He grazed his eyes to her frame, observing her as she tries to squirm out from his pointed glare. She inhaled a sharp breath and tilted her head, making sure to straighten herself as her eyes met his. Immediately, her back went stiff from the contact, and Sherlock was sure that he was the one who caused it; he deduced that it was not because of the chilly air that passed through the skin of her exposed collar bone. It was something else. Was it attraction?. Or the aftermath of her 'moved on' state?. "-N-Not that I'm making you f-feel guilty. It's fine.. really" "No, I insist." he nodded his head, and automatically , his curls bounced along with the action. "Good luck with the baby John-" his eyes turned to the receiver of his sentence, a small smile visible to his lips. With that gesture, John returned a much more genuine back and the two shared a familiarity such as a nod. Molly stared at Sherlock through the sides of her eyelids, she saw the way his lips twitched and eyes lost it's fiery nature when John's attention wasn't on theirs anymore. She knows that gesture, it was all too familiar. That special day; John and Mary's wedding. She saw that look on him. It was truly heartbreaking. With that face and eyes, she remembered being certain that she can't just move on from someone as complicated as Sherlock Holmes. No matter how dismissive and cold he is to her, she will never leave that bastard. She knows what it was like to feel so alone. To feel like you were left by people you cared about. It was something she had welcomed with open arms. On that saddest day of her life; when her father died, she had always knew that she had to move on, but things aren't that simple. Not even if you have a mind palace.As quick as the raw emotion came, it was gone with a blink of an eye. "-Mary. I will visit you lot as soon as I can" She watched him plant a peck on Mary's cheek, waiting for her turn to exchange familiarities with the pregnant woman. When he was done, she mentally shrugged the thought of Sherlock Holmes off of her mind and smiled brightly to Mary, whispering her congratulations and deep gratitude for even bothering to invite her in their party.-----"You really didn't have to if you're just forced to participate Sherlock, I can hail a taxi for myself" She spoke, her voice squeaking at the end of her sentence. The chilly wind made it's way to them, playing out with the hair that she had difficulty to curl. "Nonsense, it is my duty to take care of someone I value with my trust-" she clenched the collar of her oversized jacket to her body, trying to soothe herself as his words registered themselves in the data of her mind. "-And have you seen your reflection? Collarbones and a hint of legs visible, dress hugging the curves hidden beneath, a complicated undergarment women uses to push up the breasts to make them look fuller, thin lips were applied with red lipstick; again, to make them look fuller, and hair styled to curl freely to your back; I deduce that you are trying to impress somebody. You rarely wear things such as cosmetics, and judging by your choice of hairstyle, you chose a different approach. I can say that this person that you are trying to impress is a special one since you never liked to apply anything that can ruin your natural straight hair. Having your hair curled is not a coincidence. I assume that you have had a rival with natural curly hair, and you fear that the one you are trying to impress has a type" they stopped walking as he inhaled a deep intake of breath. Molly stared dumbfounded at him, mind whining with embarrassment as Sherlock Holmes once again spoke the truth of something she had thought about when she was just dressing up a few hours ago. "Janine and well.. erm, the 'Woman' have curly hair, and I cannot do anything to miraculously make my breasts and lips bigger." she whispered, too embarrassed to reveal her insecurity with the two dashing women. She hugged the jacket to her body closer, if that was even possible. She hoped that she would choke to unconsciousness to escape this conversation, she was not prepared for this. But then, when will she even be prepared with the subject such as Sherlock Holmes anyway?."My deepest apology that I made you feel that way. However, Molly, this is not you. Honestly, I prefer the pathologist inside the morgue, minus the stuttering that is. I am fond with the Molly who slapped me to oblivion. And besides to that revelation, having you dressed up like that can endanger you. And I do not want you in harm's reach" he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Little did he knew, she was having a hard time to squeeze inside her daddy's jacket. Trying hard not to squeal with joy as he was so close to admitting that she looked strangely beautiful. However, she didn't want to push him on. She never liked pushing Sherlock's buttons, Sherlock being uncomfortable is something that she tried a really long time to mend. So instead of making him admit things straight, she shrugged it off. Thankful for his way of caring. Or atleast, that was what she is trying to believe on.They continued to walk, hands on either sides of their bodies. Once or twice, she had felt his eyes dart to her face, but she pretended to be oblivious to the whole scene. She can feel him trying to fight to say something, just like how she was currently doing. She raised her head and darted her eyes towards the gleaming moon. Concentrating to stop her thoughts from nagging her further.But what if he would pull back from her? her subconsciousness said.'He needs to know that you care Molly.' and her nagging thoughts replied.She sighed, deciding that it was now or never. Growing up the courage and releasing the doubt, she finally spoke:"Sherlock, you're not alone-""Your lips and breasts are fine Molly, no need to get insecure about them-"The playful smile on his lips that was applied along his playful confession disappeared, but he didn't made any move that he would remove his eyes from hers. She held his gaze, the courage that she is trying to have is erupting inside her body, strong as how she desperately wanted it to be. "Alone is what protects me, Molly Hooper" His voice went cold and body went stiff. He turned his head straight and began walking faster that her strides. She rolled his eyes to herself, mentally slapping her own cheek as she forgot how Sherlock is the most complicated person she would have ever met."I saw it in your eyes. The way you look at John" She tilted her head on an upward gesture, her eyes looking for his own ones. "Is that why you fell back to cocaine Sherlock?. You fear that he is going to leave you, and you are scared that maybe, you will feel so alone again. You're scared that the feeling would spread to your system that it would destroy you like how it did before" the quietness was what she had received from him. She felt like she needed to ignore it. However, the silence was too much that it felt like it was banging right to her ears. Images of her dad shoving themselves inside the conscience of her own mind. The guilt. The sadness. The regret. Immediately, she felt tears beginning to well on the sides of her eyelids. "You remind me so much of my dad-" "Molly, don't-""-He died. It was during my graduation in medical school. He felt so useless.. so alone. And everyday, I feel like I have to blame myself. For not making him feel loved enough.. Oh, I don't know why I'm telling you all of these-" she grasped the jacket tighter to her body, imagining her dad wrapping his arms around her, the way he did that day before the incident. "-What I really want to say is, I don't want anyone I care about to feel like that. You will always have a way to me, Sherlock. You always say such horrible things, yet, you never fail to creep in to my system. I may mean nothing close to a friend to you, but I care. And I will do everything in my power to help you" She blinked her brown eyes, offering a small smile to his way. Slowly, her hand that was next his raised, hesitating for a moment, but soon found it's way to his palm and pianist liked fingers. He stood shocked for a moment, clearly not expecting the contact, but eases as soon as he recovered. "You have always seen me Molly. I.. am in deep gratitude for your patience and loyalty. I have always trusted you. Do not think for one second that you mean nothing to me" She nodded, a small sigh came out from her parted lips. The hand inside hers gave her a squeeze, which she returned with a much more meaningful one."I'm sorry, should I remove my hand from yours?" she asked"No, no. This is quite... lovely""Ah" there was a slight tease visible inside her voice, making him roll his eyes at her."For science Molly, for science" But instead of seeing irritation inside his eyes, she was surprised that she saw a hint of playfulness in them. And she just smiled back.Yes. For science.They continued their way to the streets in silence, wild thoughts ringing inside their minds. Her flat is a few blocks away from them, a thought that she had found herself being disappointed to. Walking under the moonlight with Sherlock Holmes was something that she had imagined about when she was a year younger. Her imaginations have always got the best of her. When she was just that Molly with a school girl crush on Sherlock Holmes, she imagined flirty smiles, and all of that teenage dreams. But tonight is real. Not some Sherlock Holmes that her infatuated mind had produced. This is better. The Sherlock Holmes standing beside her is human. Complicated, clever, and slightly an arse. To see him right now is a new match being lit. He is indeed beautiful.Not the most charming liar like Moriarty, not the sweetest man like Tom. He is The Beautiful and mysterious Sherlock Holmes."Molly?" They stopped as they reached the bottom of the stairs of her flat. She had already stepped on the first stair when he registered her name on his lips."Yes Sherlock?""I'm really glad with the lack of ring"

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