AN - Hello there. This is my first foray into writing anything Sherlock related (and the first thing i've written in almost a year.) This will be a collection of one-shots, ficlets and drabbles centred around Sherlock, Molly and their children. So far these have all been posted on my tumblr also but I might occasionally post the odd thing that will be exclusively found here. These will mostly be fluff but the odd bit of angst might creep in here and there (because who doesn't love a bit of angst?) If you're looking for smut these will not be for you, while I frankly read far too much (amazingly brilliant) Sherlolly smut, writing it is not for me. Unfortunately I can't promise to update terribly regularly as I have college and my future career (as the most badass psychologist to ever exist) to contend with. Updates will happen when inspiration and time cooperate.

There may be spoilers here and there so be aware of that before you continue. Also these are obviously AU (unless Sherlolly ever becomes canon) and the time line will jump back and forth a little bit :)


"That had better not be crime scene photos you're looking at..." Molly glanced over at her husband and son, fighting the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"But mu-um" Dominick whined, turning mum into a two syllable word. "I have to look at them if I want to be a path- patho- pathologist like you." Molly gave up fighting her smile as her 8 year old stumbled slightly over the word.

"It's hardly surprising that the boy has an interest in crime scenes Molly. Even if we discount his parentage and our choice of professions, the fact that he was born at a crime scene was bound to leave some sort of impact on his unconscious mind." Sherlock stated in his rumbling baritone, his eyes flicking towards his wife before focusing back on the laptop screen.

"And who's fault was that?" Molly asked with a breathy giggle "the genius consulting detective who just had to have his 8 months pregnant wife there to look at a dead man."

"Well, you're my pathologist. And we did solve the case before you actually gave birth." Sherlock answered with a shrug and that lopsided smile that could always win Molly over. It was a smile and a skill their son also shared.

With a sigh and an indulgent shake of her head, Molly rose and made her way to the small kitchen of 221b, calling over her shoulder to her boys "Okay okay, but no be-headings before bedtime please."