I'm back! Did you miss me? I'm so excited about this story I don't been remember how I came up with it but then again I don't remember what I did the day before, hehe. This is still Mofftiss' version of Sherlock so despite the different era we still have all the same characters, ect. I also set it in the 1930's because the fashion... I mean can you imagine Sherlock wearing 1930's fashion! Yum! I hope you all like it! R&R let me know! Reviews always encourage and motivate me!

If you recognize the characters then I don't own them, obviously.

enjoy!


Chapter 1

The great detective ran down the long corridor his heart racing as he knew that with each step he'd grow closer to saving or losing his best friend, "Time is running out, Sherlock." he heard the voice echo through the building, Moriarty. One of the most vile men he had ever come across, a fiend like no other, and now he had captured perhaps the only person he ever cared about, "Tick tock goes the clock." repeated the voice of James Moriarty. Sherlock entered the double doors that led to the stage there he saw a glass case and inside, John Watson, water up to his chin, "Joh—"

"Molly!"

Molly Hooper looked up from her book she was sitting at the St. Bart's hospital, her plastic spoon stuck in her mouth, her yogurt long forgotten.

"Are you still reading those stupid books?" sighed her best friend Mary Morstan.

Molly let out an enthusiastic head nod and smiled as Mary sat down across from her, "Why do you insist on filling your head with silly little stories?" she asked her.

"They're not silly. They're fascinating." she told her.

Mary took her book from her hands causing Molly to pout she felt a little empty without her book in her hand.

"The adventures of Sherlock Holmes... What kind of a name is Sherlock Holmes?"

"Mary haven't you ever heard of Sherlock Holmes!? The greatest consulting detective to ever live... It's set in the nineteen thirties! He lives in the gorgeous flat filled with crazy experiments alongside his companion Doctor John Watson, the two solve murders and go up against the evil James Moriarty!" she said with excitement.

Mary eyed the book curiously before setting it down on the table, "Sounds like a piece of rubbish."

"You sound like a piece of rubbish." Molly mumbled with a pout.

Mary gave her a playful glare before standing up, "I'll see you later, try not to get distracted with your reading you do have to get some work done today you know that right?"

Molly nodded and reached for her book and opening it up back to where she left off. Molly heard Mary sigh and mutter something along the lines of, "She needs a new hobby." before leaving the canteen.


"But I was going to cook us dinner." said Molly as she entered the flat with an armful of grocery bags.

Toby exited the bedroom and began meowing up a storm, probably hungry.

"Did you just home? I hear Toby in the background." said Tom through the phone.

Molly nodded but quickly remembered Tom wasn't in the room with her, "Y-Yeah! I popped by the grocers to get things for dinner."

She heard Tom sigh, "I'm sorry, Molls. It's busy here, I can't just leave..."

Molly set the things on the counter and gripped her phone, "It's fine... I'll... See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"I promise I'll make this up to you!"

"Sure."

Molly hung up her phone and let out a sigh. Tom and her had been together for the past six months and honestly things weren't going very well, the two never had time for each other. Tom was a bartender and always worked nights, and Molly worked during the day so the chances of them seeing each other were rare, but they tried to make the most of it but it just wasn't enough for Molly maybe it was time to end it... Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Toby's bell and soft footsteps on the counter, Molly smiled and petted the now purring cat.

"Are you hungry, Tobs?"

The cat meowed in response and Molly went to the cup board to grab the kibble and poured some on his bowl, the cat hopped off the counter and hurried to the bowl and began munching happily at his food. Molly watched him for a bit before turning on her heel and heading to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes.

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"I think it might be time for me to call it off with him."

"So soon? Didn't you two just get together?"

"Mary, We've been together six months!"

"...Really?"

Molly let out a sigh as she stirred the chicken in the skillet she added a few more seasonings before pouring chopped vegetables over them.

"I just don't think it'll work out between us... We have no time for each other."

"Molly what is this really about?" said Mary suddenly causing Molly to let out another sigh.

"Mary let's not start another 'Molly has a sad life' pity party please."

"I just want to help you, Molls. I love you and I don't want to come to your flat one day and find Toby eating your dead corpse."

Molly glanced at Toby who was lazily grooming himself on the window sill, "Toby? He would never."

Toby looked up at her and gave her a look before going back to grooming, "Or maybe he would... I don't entirely trust him."

Mary giggled and Molly joined in, "Let's go out, please? It's Friday and you don't work tomorrow! What do you say? Let's go to a bar and get pissed out of our minds. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Molly made a face and grabbed a bowl, she poured some of her chicken into it and turned off the stove. Grabbing her wine glass from the counter, Molly walked to her living room and plopped on the couch.

"Not tonight, Mary. I think I'll just stay home and read a little before going to bed."

"Fine, but you owe me."

"Don't I always?" Molly replied with a smirk.

After getting off the phone with Mary, Molly settled herself into a comfortable position before grabbing her book from the small coffee table, she took a few bites of her food before going to her marked page and began reading. After finishing her food and the rest of her wine, Molly's eyes were beginning to get heavy with sleep she let out a yawn as her tired eyes scanned the pages.

"Just a few more paragraphs." she muttered to herself, "I'll finish the chapter and then go to sleep."

Molly read as Sherlock once again solved the case with his brilliant mind and was now shooting up the wall as he waited for a new one, this caused Molly to smirked tiredly she wondered what it would be like to know someone like that in real life, someone who wasn't very human who cared more about intelligence than beauty... It was probably scary knowing someone like Sherlock Holmes. The last thing Molly remembered thinking was how at least someone would never be bored knowing a Sherlock Holmes.

"I wish I knew a Sherlock Holmes." she sighed before falling asleep.


Molly felt a jab on the side of her body she frowned lightly and swatted her arm to hit whatever was poking her, but after a few seconds she felt it again and this time Molly let out a low groan.

"Toby stop it, I'll feed you in a bit..." she mumbled tiredly.

"I can assure you I am not this Toby in which you speak of nor am I in need of any sustenance..." said an unfamiliar baritone voice.

Molly's eyes popped open and she was quickly at her feet, she looked wildly around until her eyes settled on a tall, dark haired man wearing a red dressing gown and holding an umbrella.

"What the!? What are you doing in my flat!" she squeaked in surprise.

The man rose his brow and gave her a quizzical look, "Your flat? This is my flat."

He looked her up and down before his eyes settled on her face. Molly looked down and let out an embarrassed squeak at what she was wearing, pajama shorts (way to short to be wearing in the first place, but she wanted to be comfortable...plus she lived alone) and a matching pink vest. Molly tugged at her shorts self consciously, suddenly she realized what he said about this being his flat and looked around. Her heart began to pound, where was she? How much wine did she drink last night? Surely not enough to get her drunk... So then how did she get here?

"I asked you a question." said the man.

"What?"

The man rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, "Idiot..." he whispered causing Molly to frown.

"I asked you why you're in my flat? How did you get in?"

"I don't bloody well know!" she snapped, "Do you think I intentionally came to your flat in nothing but... this!" she motioned at her clothes and quickly covered up, "Do you think I just randomly came here so I could be called an idiot by an arse like you!" she snapped.

The man's eyebrows shot up and he quickly nodded, "Hm.." he said to himself.

"What's your name?" he asked her curiously.

Molly took a breath, "Molly Hooper... Yours?"

"The names Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."

Molly blinked rapidly, "What!?" she said to herself.