AN: So a while back a friend and I were discussing crackships and I came up with the crackship "Holly" - yes that's Mrs Hudson and Molly, and so I decided to write a short piece to see if it worked. It kind of did and so I decided that the world had to know that it did work, in a way. If you do not like crackships read no further. I do not personally like this ship but I felt that as I'd written it it might as well be out there. It's in the form of a 221B - for those who don't know what that is (where have you been) I have basically written 221 words including the title ending with a word beginning with B. Anyway here you go...


Belonging

Molly visited Mrs Hudson long after it was necessary, for cups of tea and a chat. It was her duty. After Sherlock's death there was no-one left for the older woman and she'd loved Sherlock just as much as Molly had herself… perhaps even more.

They met every week for years, and Molly stopped thinking of her as Mrs Hudson but instead as Elizabeth. Elizabeth, who had taken her in when she was hurting… when they were both hurting. Elizabeth had shown care when they had both been broken. These visits weren't just for her… but for Molly herself.

That was when Molly began noticing Elizabeth. The caring gleam in her eye… the cheerful grin as she pottered about in the kitchen. And Molly began to know her more than even herself.

Then it happened. They were glancing over case notes of Sherlock's one day, chatting idly about his odd tendencies and what John had said. Then their hands brushed. Lightning went through Molly and suddenly she realised something she never had about herself before.

She couldn't tell if Elizabeth had felt it too, but she found her hands moving to Elizabeth's face of their own accord. "I-" she gasped out.

But Elizabeth simply smiled and that was it. Their lips met, and finally Molly was home where she belonged.