This came from Lexie and I chatting about the whole concept of an amnesia fic, and in this case, Molly having amnesia. Although there's massive potential for angst and heavy feels in a fic like that, I've gone with a lighter and funnier way to tell this tale. One of the ways I am accomplishing that is to have this be from Mary Watson's POV! (Another wise suggestion from Lexie) Enjoy! ;)
Mary ran along the hospital hallway, not caring about anything but trying to get to the right room. As she approached the end of the hallway, she saw John and Sherlock standing talking to the doctor and was relieved that she'd at least found the right place.
"And you'll want to check on her often. Some rest is important, but if you notice that all she wants to do is sleep, well that may be a warning sign and you should bring her back in," the doctor said to Sherlock. "Feel free to ask her things once in a while and see if anything is coming back, but be gentle. And if she's incorrect, don't get frustrated or angry. Try to remember that this is difficult for her as well."
"Absolutely, yes," Sherlock agreed somberly.
"My God, how is she?" Mary whispered to John, pulling him aside a bit.
"Well, it certainly could have been worse. But her cab was hit right where she was sitting and that knock on the head…" John stopped, having difficulty getting the words out. He swallowed hard. "Mary, she doesn't know us...any of us."
Mary's jaw dropped and tears welled in her eyes instantly. But she was quickly distracted from getting too emotional because of what she heard Sherlock and the doctor talking about.
"She should be ready to be discharged once the paperwork is set. As her boyfriend, you can sign, seeing as she's no living kin and no one legally listed as a contact."
Mary saw Sherlock's nervous glance in her direction. Oh, he knew this wouldn't go over well! The moment the doctor stepped away, Mary grabbed the first article of Sherlock's clothing that she could reach and hauled him over.
"Sherlock, what do you think you're doing?! Why does he think you're Molly's boyfriend?!" She glared at John. "What do you know about this?"
John threw his hands up. "I'm just hearing it now as well! I only just arrived a few minutes before you!"
"Would you both please relax?" Sherlock asked, looking far too calm, given the circumstances. "I have this completely in hand. It's all worked out."
Mary narrowed her eyes and then the lightbulb went on. "Sherlock, please for the love of God tell me that this is not how you envision Molly learning that you love her!"
John looked agape back and forth between his wife and friend. "Sherlock loves Molly?!"
"John, honestly," Mary said with a sigh. "You've known them twice as long as I have."
When John looked at Sherlock and saw no sign of denial, his eyes doubled in size as he gestured to Mary. "How does she know?!"
Sherlock let out a short laugh. "Have you met your wife?"
"Look, this isn't the point, Sherlock!" Mary continued. "Has Molly already been told?"
"Yes, and there's no need to panic. She's perfectly comfortable with the arrangement, and we've even become newly acquainted a bit before you arrived."
"She's comfortable with it because she thinks you two are dating, you selfish sod!" John said in exasperation.
"And we are dating now!" Sherlock said happily. "That's the wonder of this whole plan! I have taken a horrible accident and turned it into a golden opportunity. I'm in love with Molly, she's been in love with me for years, and it's long past time that we should be together. But this way, we can skip all the tediousness of starting a relationship and simply be together!"
Mary looked at him like he had three heads and not nearly enough sense for one. "Have you even considered the possibility that she'll wake up from this nightmare and remember everything of you and your history with her?"
"Obviously I very much hope she does!" Sherlock said, looking insulted. "But by that time we'll have settled into a lovely life together and she'll be so very pleased that she wouldn't even consider changing anything. And she'll also be all the more in love with me because of how I've cared for her during her recovery!"
The nurse walked up with some of Molly's discharge instructions and stopped Mary from hurling some profanities at the foolish man. She looked at John and her husband's jaw was clenching tightly, his back ramrod straight and she could tell that he was debating punching his best friend in the face. Before any of them could say another word, Molly was helped out of her room in a wheelchair, looking at all of them a bit hesitantly, but with that same sweet expression that belonged only to her.
"Ah, there you are, darling," Sherlock said gently. "Ready to go? I've got a car arriving any moment for us."
"Um, yes I suppose so. I'm a bit anxious to get home, though I'm not sure any of it will make sense yet," she said, her fingers plucking at the buttons on her coat nervously.
Sherlock leaned down so he could speak while facing her a bit more. "I promise it will. We can be patient together and take it in small steps." He gave her a little wink which made her blush a bit.
"What does he know about patience?" John whispered to Mary, making her almost snort out a laugh.
Sherlock glanced back at his friends as he took over pushing the wheelchair for the nurse. "You'll have to excuse me; I've got to get her home and settled. We can certainly talk more later!" He waved before disappearing with her around the corner.
Mary slowly turned and looked at her husband. "I'll kill him."
Mary stomped into their flat, marching straight into the kitchen with John close at her heels. He paused and frowned though, as he watched her move about and fling open multiple cabinets. She took out one thing after another, placing them on the counter with loud thumps.
"What…are you doing?" John finally asked.
"Baking," was her immediate answer.
John thought for a moment. "Not exactly the response I imagined after this interesting episode at the hospital."
"I need a good reason to go over there!" Mary clarified as she speedily measured out some flour and dumped it into a mixing bowl. She gestured to the ingredients and raised her brows. "I'm bringing a snack for the happy couple!"
John mouthed an "ah" of understanding. He came over and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Do you ever not have a plan?"
Mary shook her head. "Not really…oh and part of my plan is that you'll pick up Elizabeth from the sitter's in an hour." She kissed John in return and grinned at him.
Mary watched as Molly set her cup of tea down and took a breath.
"So um, we're…friends?"
Mary smiled reassuringly. "Yes of course we are. It's alright that you don't remember. I'm absolutely sure you will soon!"
Molly smiled shyly. "I hope so. It's just so uncomfortable to feel so constantly…unsure. I'm not convinced of anything anymore. I suppose I'm just glad that I do have friends like you who are helping me so patiently. And of course Sherlock!" He voice had instantly brightened.
Mary managed a smile and nodded. "Mm, yes, Sherlock is…quite a man."
"I am glad you brought this banana bread though." Molly lowered her voice after checking to make sure Sherlock was still down the hall. "He doesn't have much to eat here, does he?"
Mary let out a little giggle. "No, I'm afraid not."
"He said he went shopping before I came home, but the only edible thing in the fridge was three cartons of eggs!" Molly looked a little confused.
Mary could barely manage not to roll on the floor laughing. "Well, he tried to go shopping then, I suppose."
Molly looked a bit discouraged suddenly. "It must usually be me who shops for food."
Mary reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "But that's not for you to worry over right now," she said gently. "It's time to focus on getting better. You can worry about Sherlock's inability to feed himself and others later."
This coaxed a smile from Molly again, and that was when Sherlock came back in the kitchen.
"More tea, darling?" Sherlock asked, peering at Molly rather adoringly.
"Yes please," she said with a smile, and Sherlock obliged.
"Now, I've got all sorts of interesting and mentally stimulating things arranged for us to do this evening," he announced cheerily. "I've some of your medical papers that we can read over together, some research of mine, and some cases described in John's blog. Surely if we spend time looking through the past, there will be something familiar to jump out at you!" He gave her a little wink.
Mary couldn't help but notice that Molly looked a little overwhelmed. She smiled sympathetically at Molly before clearing her throat.
"Sherlock, um, what if you wait a day or two before jumping into all that lengthy, though admittedly nostalgic, paperwork?" She instantly recognized the kicked puppy look in the detective's eyes as he registered that he'd made a misstep.
"Not good?" Sherlock asked quietly, looking back and forth at both women.
"Only just a bit," Mary replied, but included a friendly smile which conveyed her approval of his care and concern, albeit a bit overzealous for Molly's first day out of hospital.
"It's ok," Molly added sweetly. "We can look at all those things soon…I'd like that. Maybe in a day or two, like Mary said?"
Sherlock smiled and nodded. "Of course." He paused then and reached into his pocket at the sound of his mobile, sighing as he opened it to view the message. "Excuse me a moment, I'm working on a case over text message and Inspector Lestrade is being incredibly dim!" He marched off to call the poor man.
Molly leaned over and quietly explained to Mary. "He said he's not leaving the flat for a case for this week, and perhaps longer…till I'm a bit better."
"Did he?" Mary asked, glancing behind her at Sherlock who was frustratedly trying to describe something to Lestrade. She looked back and smiled at Molly. "That's really lovely of him."
Molly nodded and pressed her lips together in a little smile. "I think…I think he really cares for me."
"Yes," Mary agreed sincerely. "Yes, I think so too."
This will have a second part to it, and it may not go exactly the way you assume! ;D
*Added note- just to be extra clear (because of a guest review) Sherlock absolutely did not orchestrate Molly's accident. I definitely did not intend for it to be taken that way and it genuinely was just an accident.*