Hi everyone! I'm back! This is a squeakquel to my last story In the land of gods and monsters. I was so pleased with the results of my first story and I wanted to so much to write another for all of you! It took me forever to come up with a plot and finally I have one! I hope you all enjoy. If you haven't read the first story, I intend to mention things that have happened so it's up to you if you want to go ahead and read it. I intend for it to be a little darker in the next few pages, but I decided to sort of give you all the fluff my last story was missing. I don't have a beta at the moment so please excuse my rubbish writing! I'm still learning you guys. If you're interested in being my beta shoot me a pm.
With all that put to the side, I hope you all enjoy my first chapter!
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"Doctor Hooper, how are we doing today?"
"Better."
"Are the nightmares still occurring?"
"…Sometimes."
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"…Not really."
Molly sat across from Doctor Evelyn Winters, it had been nearly six months since her accident with Damon Knight, the cannibal had strapped her to a table and tortured her to the brink of death. If it hadn't been for Sherlock and John she wouldn't be here now. The therapist gave Molly a look before writing something down on her notepad. Stamford had suggested therapy after a near breakdown at the morgue. It was taking her some time to adjust, especially with the dead bodies she would find herself crying at the sight of one and don't get her started on the organs...
"Molly." began Doctor Winters. "You need to start talking about your problems; you won't get better until you do. I know it's hard, but you have to trust me."
The mousy brunette wrinkled her nose; of course it was hard how could someone possibly talk about these dreams? But she understood that the only way she would get better was if she learned how to be open with it. Letting out a sigh she nodded her head at Doctor Winters.
"You're right. I...have to start being more open with you."
"Are you going to tell me about your dreams?"
Molly hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in defeat.
"T-They always start the same..." she began."I'm strapped to a metal table and... He's there."
"Damon Knight." said the therapist.
"Yes." she whispered.
"He's...always doing something different."
"Something different? Like what?" Doctor Winters urged her
"Sometimes he's just cutting me open and I can feel everything. Other times, he's force feeding me... body parts."
Molly looked down at her arms she had little scars where Damon had cut into her, they were tiny and white barely noticeable against her pale skin, but Molly would always see them and she would always know where they came from.
"Molly? Are you alright? Do you want us to stop?"
The Pathologist looked up and sniffled, she didn't even realize she was crying. Doctor Winters handed her a box of tissues to which Molly gratefully accepted. The therapist scribbled something on her notepad and let out a sigh.
"How about we continue this next week? We've made progress so that good. At least you're talking about it now."
Molly wiped away a few tears before nodding.
After setting up another appointment, Molly stepped out into the lobby area where Mary Morstan sat reading a magazine the blonde haired woman looked up at her and smiled.
"How was it?"
"Horrible."
Mary smirked as she got up. The woman placed a hand lightly on her shoulder and squeezed it.
"Don't worry, it'll get better." she said in a sincere tone.
Molly nodded; she was glad her friend was so supportive, but right now she didn't want to talk about her mental state any longer.
"Are you hungry?" said Molly suddenly, indicating that this conversation was definitely over. Mary made a face, but Molly continued on.
"Because I'm starving."
Molly ate her food as Mary chatted, quite enthusiastically. And honestly, Molly wasn't paying attention, but it was nice to see her friend excited about her life. It was nice to have Mary as a friend, the two had become very close since she and Sherlock had gotten together, and it was also a relief to have someone to talk to her about normal things instead of the usual cases or murder. As Molly took a sip of her drink she watched as Mary looked down to gaze at her engagement ring, her marriage to John Watson was coming up and Mary hadn't turned into a crazy bridezilla... yet.
The blonde quieted as the waiter came by with their food; Molly nodded her thanks as the man set her pasta dish in front of her. Once he was gone Mary began talking again, this time talking about needing her something borrowed for her wedding.
"I could let you borrow something." she told her.
Mary let out a squeak of happiness and nodded frantically.
"Will you!? Oh that would be lovely!"
"You can come by whenever and rummage through my stuff."
Molly smirked and took a bite of her pasta. Mary began on her salad before catching her eye and giving her a look.
"So..." she began "When are you and Sherlock going to tie the knot?"
Molly sucked in a breath and began coughing as some of her pasta got caught in her throat. Through her fits of coughing she reached over for her drink and drowned down half of it down. Molly tried to regain her breathing and hear Mary giggle.
"What's so funny!?" she said angrily
"N-Nothing." said Mary through her fits of giggles.
Molly rolled her eyes and took another sip of drink before setting it down on the table.
"Sherlock and I have only been together six months..." she told her
"Yes, but what about all that time when he was living with you?"
"We weren't in a relationship."
"So?"
"So, it doesn't count."
Mary gave her a slight frown. Before nodding, she stabbed through her salad and took a bite. With a mouthful of salad she said
"What's it like?"
"What's what like?" replied Molly curiously.
"Being in a relationship with Sherlock Holmes."
"...Different." she admitted.
"I bet. I don't think I could... sorry!" she said suddenly "I mean he's lovely, when he's not being an arse.. I just mean... I don't think I could handle him." admitted Mary.
Molly waved her off before shrugging "I'm never bored, so that's good."
"I bet he's a great shag." Teased Mary.
"Mary!"
Molly gave Mary a dirty look before the two bursted into fits of laughter, this woman certainly knew how to keep Molly entertained.
"So no marriage then?"
"No."
"Babies?"
"Definitely not! I can barely manage Sherlock. Imagine having to take care of a child, too. I'd go mad."
Mary smirked and went back to her food. Leaving Molly with her thoughts, what would it be like to be married to Sherlock Homes? What would it be like having his child!? Molly never really considered having children, there was times when she was younger, but as she grew older she knew it was out of the question. She was happy, that's all that mattered.
After lunch both women made their way to Baker Street, they had created a habit of visiting while the boys were out on cases, it was nice to keep the older woman company, she was lovely and she took good care of Sherlock and John. Mary knocked on the door, the two could hear Sherlock and John arguing from within, both girls locked eyes.
"They're back?" said Molly in a confused tone.
"I guess..."
A frightened Mrs. Hudson opened the door. The poor woman let out a sigh of relief and smiled at the two.
"Oh girls, I'm glad you're here. I was going to call but... Please those two have been arguing all day."
Both Molly and Mary nodded and entered the building. Before making her way up the stairs Molly gave a hug and smiled kindly at her.
"I'm sorry about them, why don't you go back to your flat and make tea?"
The older woman squeezed her arm lightly and smiled.
"I think that's what I'll go do, dearie. Now go stop those boys from tearing each other's heads."
"No! I had specifically asked you to pack your own stuff!"
Molly heard John say as she walked to the open door of the flat, John was pacing around the room while Sherlock sat in his chair. Molly could see Mary off to the side giving her a worried look.
"You know I never pack my own things, John." said Sherlock calmly
Sherlock locked eyes with Molly and suddenly got up from his chair.
"Ah! Molly! There you are."
He swooped down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips; he took a hold of her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. Once they pulled away she bit her lower lip and smiled. Molly heard John clear his throat causing Molly to blush lightly, people still found it strange to see Sherlock in a relationship; even she found it strange to see him in a relationship and she was the one who was with him. She recalled John making a comment along the lines of "Watching a nature show" when Sherlock had kissed Molly at the morgue. Molly finally let out a sigh and looked at the others before settling her eyes on Sherlock.
"Why are you two arguing?" Molly was trying hard not to sound irritated.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "John is mad because I didn't bring my own tent to Russia. I don't see anything wrong with sharing a tent."
"You wanted to cuddle!" shouted John from the side.
"I did not! I simply wanted to lie close to you because it was cold and I was merely using it as a source of heat."
"That's what cuddling is!" hissed John.
"Don't flatter yourself." Said Sherlock dryly.
John rolled his eyes and settled on his chair, Mary trotted over and sat on his lap, the two shared a moment before Mary giggled.
"So... did you two end up cuddling?" Said Mary in an amused tone that caused Molly to grin.
"Of course. It was below freezing and we were in the middle of nowhere, there was no source of heat for miles, and John didn't want to start a fire because he claimed he didn't want to attract any sorts of attention towards us. How annoying." scoffed Sherlock.
Mary suddenly began laughing, John let out a loud groan and hid his face in the crook of Mary's neck, Sherlock let out a huff of air and pulled and kissed Molly's hand, and led her to the couch the two sat beside each other. Molly leaned over to him and smiled softly.
"How did the case go?"
"Tedious. I solved it in a day. It was a complete waste of time." he said rather bored tone.
"At least you got to cuddle with John." She teased.
"I'd rather cuddle with you instead."
Molly locked eyes with Sherlock and rose her brow, Sherlock gave her a boyish grin and he placed a kiss on her forehead before letting out a rather overdramatic sigh that caused both Mary and John to look up.
"I'm so tired, I think it's time for all of us to go to bed." said Sherlock with a loud yawn.
"What? It's still early." said John.
"Yes! It is isn't it!?" said Sherlock suddenly, completely changing his tone.
"Why don't you and Mary go out for some shopping!?"
Sherlock hopped off the couch and walked over to his coat; he took out his wallet and tossed it to John.
"My treat. Now go."
Mary took the hint and grabbed John's hand she locked eyes with Molly and smirked.
"Come on, love. Let's go." she urged her fiancé.
"But... You just said...I just don't understand why?" said John.
"Let's go! Come along." Mary tugged on his arm.
"No! I'm tired from my trip I just want to stay home and relax." he said stubbornly.
"You just said it was early." Mary reminded him. "Plus you can rest at my place."
"Wonderful idea, Mary! Now go." said Sherlock rather irritated.
Molly watched from the sidelines and couldn't help but giggle at how frustrated Sherlock look, the way he was trying to hurry John and Mary out the flat. Unfortunately, John was as stubborn as a mule.
"But..." began John.
"John!" roared Sherlock "Molly and I are going to have relations; I am trying to courteous and kicking you out the flat. You can choose to stay, but that won't stop me from tearing my girlfriend's clothes off!"
Molly turned a deep shade of scarlet, not because of what Sherlock had just said, although it did have to do with that, but because he called her his girlfriend. That was a first and she liked it. John's mouth dropped open; he quickly blinked and cleared his throat.
"I... We'll… We'll go. I'll... just stay at Mary's tonight." said John in defeat.
Mary and John exited the flat; Sherlock slammed the door shut and hurried over to Molly. In an instant his lips came crashing on hers.