#sallstrade

Another long over due flash fic where the prompter gives the pairing and the story title. Sorry this took so long, @theemptyquarto.

“Right. So tell me again, in your own words, what exactly happened to delay you, Greg. And do bear in mind,” Sally added, her face and voice both utterly neutral, “that whatever you say right now - it may harm your defence.”

Greg bit his lower lip and raked his fingers through his close-cropped hair, wishing, not for the first time, that he was capable of coming up with a good way to lie to Sally. Not because he wanted to deceive her, but because he was a coward and an idiot, but mostly because he feared the truth would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. So to speak. Not that he was comparing Sally to a camel - God, never let THAT slip from mind to tongue! No, it was just because he was terrified of losing the most important person in his life because of the aforesaid idiocy and cowardice.

With a sigh, he resigned himself to his fate. Looking the white-gowned woman dead in the eyes (gorgeous, dark brown eyes that sparkled so beautifully when she was happy but were flat pools at the moment), he said, “Sherlock called. Needed me to come to the morgue. Said it was for a case.”

Sally nodded, still radiating absolute calm. “Of course. Sherlock Holmes needed you the night before your wedding so of course you went at the drop of an ear-hat. So what was it - chasing after criminals all night? Round trip by train to Wales?” She raked her eyes over his form, and finally he could see the disapproval in them - and, worst of all, the hurt. “He’s always going to be more bloody important to you than I am, isn’t he. Maybe we should…call it off now, Greg.”

He held up his hands placatingly. “No, Sally, it wasn’t like that, I swear! It wasn’t a case.” He shuddered. “It was…my stag do. The one I said I didn’t want. He and John and Mike and Phillip and Gary Dimmock got me so pissed I overslept and Sherlock and the others are still out cold so I don’t have a Best Man but Sally, I promise you…” He stepped forward, reaching out, huffing out a relieved breath when she allowed him to take her hands. “I promise you, nothing could keep me from marrying you today. I love you,” he added softly, sincerely. “I do, I swear. You mean more to me than anyone.”

“So why didn’t you call or text?” she asked, not - quite - letting him off the hook. Not with a chapel full of friends and family - minus the culprits he’d just named as partners in crime - waiting for them.

“Sherlock did something to my phone, said he didn’t want me making excuses to duck out, and then I, er, sort of misplaced it,” he confessed miserably. “And then when I woke up, saw what time it was, all I could think about was getting dressed and getting here as quickly as I could.”

Sally pursed her lips, tilted her head to one side, and gave him a considering look. “Right,” she said after a long, agonizing moment. “It’s your lucky day, Greg, coz I’m feeling very forgiving at the moment. But,” she added warningly, going so far as to shake her bouquet of wildflowers in his face, “if you pull this kind of ‘showing up at the last minute’ crap when our baby’s born, I’m kicking you to curb, got it?”

“Got it,” Greg said, beaming. Then he did a double-take, his eyes darting to Sally’s waistline. “Wait, that’s a hypothetical baby, right? Right?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” she replied over her shoulder as she sashayed out of the room. “Now hurry up and get your gorgeous butt to the altar, before I change my mind!”

He was already moving before she’d made it much past the door, pausing only to press a grateful kiss to her lips. “I love you,” he whispered as he started jogging down the short hallway leading to the main chapel.

So I saw that you are a Mollrene shipper so I hope it’s all right I went with that one for the “As a goodbye” prompt (and no way in hell was I making it angsty, nuh-uh).

So, this is my 900th fic at AO3. I mean, in general, it’s more like my 1,300th or something like, but it’s 900 at the same website! So I’m celebrating with a love letter to Sherlock of all my favorite ships. So while this ask has only my Mollrene fic, the link will take you to a collection of 200 word drabbles that also includes ::deep breath:: Irene/Janine, Lestrade/Sally, Irene/Molly, Mycroft/Anthea, John/Mary, Sherlock/Irene, Mycroft/Lestrade, Sherlock/Molly, Irene/Anthea and Molly/Sally. So please, I hope you all will enjoy all the stories, which should offer something for (almost) everyone.

The Way I Said I Love You - Three little words, said many different times, by many different people, in many different situations.

With A Light Heart Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper as a goodbye

Tom was supposed to have captured Molly’s heart, swept her off her feet, promised to love and cherish her for the rest of her life. For the most part, Tom did a very good job convincing the world of that. But Mycroft knew better. Mycroft knew that Tom was Molly’s protector, her nearly round the clock bodyguard, the one concession he had made to Sherlock’s demands.

No, Mycroft knew who really had her heart, even if she couldn’t be open about it. Even if he couldn’t be open about it.

It was their secret, the fact that she was the shining light in his life. Oh, he knew it would aggravate Sherlock so, and that was why he kept the truth close to the vest. He didn’t want Sherlock to ruin the most special thing in his life.

But that could happen, now that he had to retrieve him from his mission.

He went to see her, the night before. She was waiting with open arms. No words were said until he was about to leave. Then she said, simply, “I love you, Mycroft,” and gave him a smile as she pulled away, letting him leave with a light heart.

So, first off: 899TH FIC! FINALLY! SAT DOWN AND WROTE SOMETHING! (God, I hate writer’s block). Secondly: this is all all-oftimenspace’s fault, so if you hate it, blame her. Conversely, if you love it, blame her. B ut we were having a conversation over IM about shipping and all the different ships we have and somehow it got to Lestrade/Sally and I mentioned wanting ideas for this series because I adore this ship and she gave me one and then this fic happened. So yes, I am quite happy to have written this and hopefully she (and the rest of you) will enjoy it.

Trying To Leave The Past Behind - Sally knew there might be complications having ended her relationship with Anderson and begun dating Greg while they were all still working together, but after a day of having to deal with Anderson she didn't realize how stressful it would be. But at least Greg is there to make the evening better.

She’d heard a few people talking about their relationship, and most of the time it didn’t aggravate her. Yes, they may have technically had their first few dates before the promotion was official and she was DI Donovan, but not long before, and nothing more than a evenings of takeaway and films. For fuck’s sake, they hadn’t even had their first kiss until the day of the promotion! She knew their superiors were fine with them being in a relationship, so long as it didn’t interfere with their duties; it was preferable to what she and Philip had had, obviously.

But then, damn him, Philip had to be at a crime scene with her because there was no one else and of course he had to make a fuss, make a scene, and oh, she just wanted to go home and curl up with a pint of ice cream and takeaway and some very violent movie and just ignore the world. He chose his wife over her; he had no right to try and ruin what was honestly the first real relationship she’d ever had. Because the more she thought about it, really, the other men she’d been with had never seen her as a partner. She’d been a plaything, a tart on the side or a bit of fluff and fun. Greg saw her as a partner and treated her as such.

And if Philip thought he could ruin that he was sorely mistaken.

She made her way up the stairs to her flat, purchases from Tesco balanced on her hip and sack of takeaway balanced as best she could with her handbag, when she saw Greg sitting out in front of her apartment. She stopped as he looked up. “You think if I hauled off and punched him I’d get sacked?” he asked.

Despite her sour mood the question brought a smile to her face as he got up and she moved closer. “Maybe not sacked, unless he was being a real arse,” she said. He held out his arms for the groceries and she handed them to him before digging her keys out. “But I could see an official reprimand in your file. That wouldn’t look good when you go up for retirement.”

He shrugged slightly. “It’d be worth it, though.”

“Yeah, but it’d only be a momentary pleasure, and I can guarantee you’d be bored if you had to stay at home and watch the telly all day,” she said, getting her keys out and starting to unlock the door.

“What did you see in him?” he asked, more seriously than before. “I mean, he’s…Anderson.”

Her head was resting on his chest as the two of them were in bed, clad in pyjamas, movie on the telly. She’d had a rather shite day, and he’d known just what to do to cheer her up: pint of Speculoos? Specu-Love ice cream, bag of Walkers Extra Crunchy Prawn Cocktail crisps, and a Harry Potter marathon. God, Greg knew her so well it was scary. That’s why she loved him so much. “Okay. Any spell, any spell at all, which one would you cast?”

She didn’t even need to think about it as she lifted up the arm in the sling, the arm that had earlier had a bullet in it. “Expelliarmus. Then I could have just gotten that bloody gun out of the bloody gunman’s hand before I was shot,” she grumbled. The soft chuckle she could feel reverberating through him was accompanied by his arms tightening around her and a kiss pressed to her hair, and she relaxed against him. This was just what she needed to relax.

Fandom:Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sally Donovan/Greg Lestrade Characters: Sally Donovan, Greg Lestrade Summary: Sally and Lestrade have a late night together.

Fandom:Sherlock (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sally Donovan/Greg Lestrade Characters: Sally Donovan, Greg Lestrade Summary: After an awful day with Sherlock, Greg is stressed and the cravings are back.

Fandom:Sherlock (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sally Donovan/Greg Lestrade Characters: Sally Donovan, Greg Lestrade Summary: Lestrade finds out that Sally has a tattoo.