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I am so so so late in answering, but it’s going to be a multichapter fic so I hope that’s okay? This was claimed by morbidmegz for Sherlolly Spring Fling but I have no way to let them know, so if anyone could help that would be great.

Nothing’s Changed That Matters (1/?) - When Sherlock comes to Molly in Oxford ten years after their divorce with a favour to ask, she agrees to help. While a lot has changed some things remain very much the same...including the love that Sherlock and Molly once shared.

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Well, he was certainly a...sight.

She was surprised to look up from her lectern and see Sherlock Holmes sitting in the front row. He still looked dashingly handsome as ever, still so bloody gorgeous. She’d melt all over again if her heart had its way, but no. Things had been over for ten years. Ten years and a disastrous attempt at marriage and no, it was better if they simply stayed what they were: exes with no reason to talk to each other.

But if he was here, she supposed that meant there had to be a reason. There always was with Sherlock.

“Was it satisfactory?” she asked, gathering up her papers.

“You are still preeminent in your field,” he said softly, getting up and coming towards her. “You look well, Molly.”

“I am, I suppose,” she replied. Truthfully, she was. She was single, yes, but she had friends, she had her professorship at Oxford, she hadn’t worried for her safety in ten years...it was a good life. And then she spotted his left hand. He was still wearing his wedding band, and her eyes widened at that. “Your hand...”

“My one regret,” he said, reaching over and fingering the band. “A reminder of what I’ve lost, I suppose.”

She stilled and shut her eyes. No, this was not good. He couldn’t come careening into her life again, not after everything. She’d given up London, given up her goddaughter and her friends and her career at Barts, all because of him, and he couldn’t...no, he wouldn’t...do this to her. She had to be resolute and firm and find out what he wanted and send him on his way. “Why are you here, Sherlock?”

“Mycroft was murdered,” he said.

Her eyes flashed open. Unlike most people in his life, she’d always had a fondness for her brother-in-law. He had come to Oxford when he could to see her, the only link to her old life, really. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t know who to trust, other than you and Lestrade. I need you, Molly.”

She knew she should turn him down, walk away and mourn Mycroft in private, but she knew she wouldn’t. If this was a situation where Sherlock didn’t know who he could trust, there had to be a reason, and if that reason was big enough that he broke ten years of silence to ask for her help, chances are that meant she was going to be involved whether she wanted to be or not. It was probably best to help now and have some measure of safety in all this. “Are old enemies at play?”

Sherlock shook his head. “As far as I know, this has nothing to do with Moriarty or any games Eurus might be playing.” He was quiet for a moment. “He had always thought he was going to die like this. I had just hoped he wouldn’t be right.”

She finished gathering her papers. “I suppose I can say a family emergency has come up,” she said. “I assume you want me to perform the post-mortem?”

Sherlock nodded. “And I need your help with...other things.”

“Why not ask John?” she asked, just a tinge of bitterness in her voice. She was rather proud of herself for that.

“I don’t know where he is,” Sherlock said quietly. “Rosie came to Baker Street crying and saying her dad was nowhere to be found. After getting the news about Mycroft and that, I sent Rosie off with Mrs. Hudson and Andrea to somewhere I’m not privy to, for their safety.” He looked down. “I was worried you would be targeted, too. As my ex-wife, you’re someone who figured into my life prominently.”

“And you were worried,” she said. This was worse than she had imagined, all of it. “Sherlock, if anything happens to me and my life here, so help me, I will make you pay. Understood?”

“Clearly,” Sherlock said, looking up and nodding. “I will do everything I can to make sure your life here is still intact when I know there’s no longer a threat.”

“Alright,” she said. She knew that, for the most part, when he made a promise he kept it, wedding vows notwithstanding. She finished gathering her things and then moved to him. “Tell me what you need me to do next, Sherlock.”

“Thank you,” he said, relief in his voice. For now, she would go along with his plans, follow him where he led. But that was all. She was not going to make the same mistake of falling for him and giving him her heart again.

“Your coffin isn’t the only ‘box’ of yours I’d smash with passion.”

  Can we please reflect on the fact the original...

I agree, but holy crap can you imagine that scene the other way? Equally furious Sherlock would be an end result, we may have even gotten a physical Sherlolly moment. Not that I don’t looooove how they actually went.

I would rather not.

The scene we got was beautiful. It was emotional. It was a culmination of four seasons of Molly and Sherlock’s back and forth. I do feel robbed of a proper coda, but that is what fanfic is for.

I see compelling theory, but also wishful thinking. I am really just excited to see more creative transitional shots and continued plot

The majority I’ve seen is definitely wishful thinking and more of that patented Plot Projection (I KNOW from the way he turns his head to the left that IT MEANS THIS) but there are a couple of things that bother me -

The change in the Mr Blue Skull picture.  Why?  Both the change of the art itself, and the fact that the color changes. 

The layout of John & Mary’s flat.  It’s *completely* different, from the placement of the front door to the missing alcove under the stairs.  That’s not just a continuity error.  Set designers keep detailed schematics of wall and furniture placement for continuity purposes.  So why so different?

Wow, this one is even older than some of the other ones I’ve answered. I am so bad at this. ::hangs head in shame:: But after series 4 aired and Sherlock and Molly became the godparents to Rosie, it finally became much easier to answer this. I’m sorry there’s no Molly in this, but I hope you and @morbidmegz (who claimed it) both enjoy it, Nonny!

A Tiny Bit Of Matchmaking - Mary knows her past iscatching up to her, and before it does, she wants to make sure thatSherlock and Molly know at least some of the happiness she hasfelt...even if it means a little bit of deceit to get Sherlock torealize what’s in front of him.

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

Characters: Mary Morstan, Sherlock Holmes

Additional Tags: POV Mary Morstan, Mary Ships It, Sherlock Series 4 Spoilers, Lies, Mary Lies, Matchmaking, Matchmaker Mary, Jealous Sherlock, Sherlock Has A Crush, Surprised Sherlock, Sherlock is a Good Godfather, Happy Ending For Sherlock, Eventual Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

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Something had to be done.

It had been some time since the christening, since Sherlock and Molly had agreed to become Rosie’s godparents. And she knew there was a very good chance that her time in London, with her husband and daughter and all the other people she loved, could be quite short. Her past was catching up to her faster than she would like, and she wasn’t sure she could outrun it, not without the people she had grown to love being hurt in the process, and that was something she absolutely refused to do. Better she leave or die than a hair on any of their heads be harmed.

But she had some time, enough to get things through certain thick skulls that the future was brighter if it was shared with someone you loved, and that a certain someone was in reach if he’d pull his head out of his arse and just look. And Mary Watson thought she had just the idea of how to do that…

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Sherlock always took Rosie when he came over. Mary wasn’t even sure if he noticed it, that it was his first move to go to his goddaughter now that he wasn’t on his mobile all the time, but that was the plain truth of it. Oh, he loved this little girl, so this part of the plan was probably going to break his heart.

Still, what needed to be done needed to be done.

“So John and I have been putting our affairs in order,” Mary said, beginning to serve them both tea. She’d made sure there were ginger nuts there but somehow she doubted he would touch them. Or who knew? Maybe he’d eat them all. She wasn’t sure. “It never hurts to be careful.”

“I suppose not,” he said, looking down at Rosie, letting her play with his finger, which she had a good time grasping and trying to gnaw on.

“We’ve decided, while you and Molly are both godparents, it might be best if legal and physical custody went to Molly,” she said, trying to break it as gently as she could. Still, Sherlock’s head snapped up to look at her and his eyes were as wide as he had ever seen them. “With all that room she has the proper space to care for a child, and she can have set hours at her job. She and John have agreed, of course, but we wanted to make sure you knew.”

“She can’t raise Rosie without me,” he said. “As her godfather, I have a say.”

“Of course you do, dear,” Mary said, patting his knee when she set his tea on the table next to him. “I mean, she’ll make the final decisions, of course, but she does value your input. And until she gets engaged again and eventually married and has a husband, I’m sure it will be the most important.”

His eyes narrowed at Mary. “Is Gavin making advances towards her?” he asked.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Mary said, going to the tea service she’d brought out and getting her own tea. “I mean, she has mentioned since the engagement ended and she stopped dressing so cutesy there’s been interest, but I’m sure it’s not going anywhere.” She waved her hand as she sat down. “Not with Greg, I mean, but other men.”

“Who?” he asked. “Names, please.”

“I’m not even sure,” Mary said, taking a sip of tea to hide her smile. “I don’t think it’s serious interest, really. No one she’s told me by name at least. I mean, sometimes there’s extra portions of her food, free coffees, free drinks when she goes out with her friends...things like that.”

He scowled at that. “So I suppose I should bribe her to get back on her good side,” he muttered.

“I don’t think bringing her a coffee every so often would hurt,” Mary said. “Or taking her to lunch for no real reason and you paying for it. Or maybe seeing a film together after a long day?”

“Dates,” he spat out.

“You are interested, Sherlock,” she said, dropping the teasing tone. “It’s plainly written all over your face right now. You’re nearly green with jealousy.”

He pursed his lips together, scowling at Mary, and then he seemed to deflate. “I...care. But I don’t deserve her. She’s done so much, without asking anything in return, and all I do is use her and in the past, I’ve mistreated her as well. I doubt she still cares, not after I ended her engagement.”

Mary raised an eyebrow at that. Oh, she knew the story behind that, of Sherlock using her bedroom as a bolt hole and timing an exit in nothing but his pants while Molly was asleep in the guest bedroom for the full view of Tom. The row that had caused had been extraordinary and had been the death knell of Molly and Tom’s relationship. And yet she also knew Molly may have forgiven him soon afterward if it hadn’t been for Janine’s tabloid story. Things had settled between them since he was allowed his second chance to stay in London, but it was still a bit icy at times. But she knew that through it all, Molly still loved him. And she would admit it, too, if he told her this, simply, with no airs of needing anything from her or wanting anything more than her returned affection.

She set her tea down and went to him, picking Rosie up off his lap. He looked up in surprise. “Molly deserves to hear what you just told me, and when you tell her, if you tell her the same way, I expect you’ll find, in fact, she does still care. A great deal.”

“You’re sure?” Sherlock asked, standing up.

Mary nodded, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I may have fibbed about the guardian thing, but on this I’m telling the truth.” He shook his head at her, giving her a small grin as he realized he had been fooled but for a good cause, and went to get his coat. “Tell me how it goes!” she called after him as he left.

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The next morning as she was tending to Rosie and making breakfast, her mobile’s text alert went off. She saw it was from Sherlock and opened the message.

Went to Molly’s. Told her. Stayed over. Just left. SH

She smiled at that message and then entered her reply. Same bed?

It didn’t take long for him to answer. Yes. SH

for @morbidmegz. I hope this makes your day a little better hon. And I hope you don’t mind my very loose interpretation of the prompt you gave me (blanket burrito)!

Molly Hooper was cold. No, she was absolutely freezing, and it was all Sherlock Holmes’ fault. Even he had to admit that it was his fault that they’d been locked in a freezing room full of hanging slabs of meat; if he hadn’t insisted on insulting the suspect - the manager of the place rather than one of the butchers, thankfully - to the point of locking them in the freezer, they’d be safe and sound while Lestrade and the Met took him away in handcuffs.

“Yes, it’s all my fault,” Sherlock said, clearly reading the murderous expression on her face as she wrapped her arms around her shaking form. Her teeth were chattering, but his weren’t, the git. And why should they? HE was still wearing his Belstaff, while SHE had only come in her favorite jumper over a blouse.

Well, and her trousers, shoes and socks of course, but still...

Molly’s unhappy thoughts stopped short at the feeling of something warm and heavy settling on her shoulders; she looked down to see that Sherlock had shed his coat and wrapped her in it. She looked up at him, her anger melting at the sight of the very real regret on his face. “I’m sorry I got you into this mess” he said, carefully wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

MorbidbyDefault  Um...I don't know if you want more prompts, but if so...here's one. Molly can't seem to stop crying, much to Sherlock's dismay. He tries to figure it out, and is taken by surprise when he finally figures it out. (Can be any sort of surprise...Teehee. I just like Sherlock jumping through hoops to make Molly happy...and surprised Sherlock)

“Is she in any kind of pain?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Has someone said something hurtful to her lately?”

“No, John! I’ve been taking care NOT to say anything hurtful, thank you very much!”

A heavy sigh from the other end of the mobile. “It doesn’t necessarily have to be YOU, you git. What about coworkers, friends, online trolls?”

“Online what?”

“For her blog, Sherlock.” John was oozing patience now, a trait he’d been forced into with Sherlock and had honed upon the birth of his daughter, now deep in the throes of her terrible twos. “Has anyone been saying crap about her on her blog? I know you monitor it,” he added.