Spoliers for 3x02 and 3x03. Don't wanna know? Don't read. This is a what if story. For arguments sake this takes place the day after they go to Barts to see Molly. I own nothing.
"You trying to put me off?" John called from the kitchen.
Sherlock turned back to look pat him. "God no, I'm trying to recruit you." Sherlcok closed the bathroom door.
With his head down John stalked towards Sherlock's closed door. What is he hiding? He got an answer fairly quickly when a woman wearing Sherlock's shirt stepped out of the room.
"Oh ah John, Hi."
"Molly?"
She giggled nervously.
"This is probably the last thing you expected."
John nodded.
Feeling a little more nervous she tried to pull the shirt further down her legs.
"Can you give me like 15 minutes?"
John nodded once more.
"Please don't leave." Molly implored before heading into the bathroom. Once safely on the otherside she aloowed herself to freak out.
"Care to join me Dr Hooper?" Sherlock smirked holding his hand out.
"John saw me. John knows." She started pacing. "Oh god he probabky thinks I am some harlet or a cheat."
"Molly calm down."
She continued to pace but added nervously biting her thumb nail to the mix. On he way past him Sherlock managed to catch her hand.
"It's okay Molly."
She shook her head. 'No, you didn't want to tell people yet and I just went and ruined it."
Dropping her hand he stood up and stepped out of the bath. "Nonsense you didn't ruin anything. Come on let's get dressed."
Using the other bathroom door that lead to Sherlcoks room they quickly got dressed. With a simple kiss to calm Molly Sherlcok opened his bedroom door and headed to the lounge.
"You and Molly?" John asked as soon as the people in question enetered the lounge.
"Yes Me and Molly." Sherlock sat in his chair and Molly sat in John's well hers now.
John looked from Sherlock to Molly and back again. "How long?"
"Since a couple of days after the wedding." Sherlock stared at his friend.
"What about Tom?"
Molly cringed, the question she didn't want to hear. "We ah" She cleared her throat. "We broke up the day after your wedding."
John nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry if this upsets you Molly." He shifted his body to face Sherlock. "Is this real? You really care fo her."
Molly dropped her head.
"Of course I care for her. She's my pathologist. I care for her John, very much."
Lifting her head Molly's eyes caught Sherlock's and he winked at her.
John scratched his head. "This will take a while to get used to but I am happy for you both. Sherlock you hurt her and I will beat the crap out of you."
"I promise John I do care for her."
"Okay." John stood up. "I'll ah leave you guys to it."
With the door to 221B Baker Street closed Molly breathed a sigh of relief.
Sherlock watched Molly as she headed to the kitchen to (he assumed) make tea. John had a point: he had used people in the past; had no problem with doing it. This was different wasn't it. He frowned. It didn't feel fake or forced. Sure he wasn't the doting boyfriend that he knew she deserved but he hadn't lied when he told John that he cared about her.
"I didn't lie."
"Huh?' Molly turned to face him.
"When I told John that I cared about you, I wasn't lying."
She smiled sweetly. "I know."
Standing he walked over to her. "Do you?" He twirled the ends of her hair around his fingers.
She nodded and raised up on tip toes to kiss him briefly.
"So do you have work today?"
"You know that I don't."
He smiled wickedly.
"No. I'm tired. I'm going back to bed." She walked away from him and towards the bedroom. Stopping at his door she turned her head. "Well are you coming."
Quickly he stood and followed her slamming the door behind him.
"Mary!" John shut the door to there home. "Mary, Mary!"
"You okay?" Mary asked as she popped her head oit from the kitchen.
"Sherlock. Sherlock and Molly."
Mary frowned. "What about Sherlock and Molly."
They both sat down and John proceeded to tell Mary about owhat he had just seen.
"Well that explains why Molly slapped him yesterday."
"Wait you're not surprised?"
"A little I guess. It's hard to explain. We all know how Molly feels about Sherlock and he's always had a special place in his heart for her. Still that thought of Sherlock being someone's boyfriend will take some getting used to."
The new couple lay in bed Molly pressed against Sherlock's side with her head on his shoulder while Sherlock's fingers ran up and down her spine.
"I was meant to sleep."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "If sleeping was your intention you wouldn't have used that sexy, come hither look."
Molly tilted her head up to look at him. "You think that I'm sexy?"
"Of course I do. I would be sleeping with you if I didn't think you were sexy." He kissed her.
"Well. You're not to bad either." She snuggled closer. "Just so you know. Do you think John belives us?" She asked after short silence.
"I don't care if he does but yes I would say so."
"Good." She turned her head and kissed his shoulder.
"I have to meet with Magnusson today."
Molly frowned. "I don't like that guy."
He hummed in agreement. "Me neither."
"How are you going to stop him?"
Sherlock looked up at ceiling. "I don't know." He sounded frustrated at that fact.
"It's okay, you'll figure it out."
"How do you have so much faith in me?"
She looked up at him. "Easy, I've seen what you can do. After seeing that how could I not have faith?"
Bowing his head he kissed her softly.
"Just be careful okay?"
He didn't answer he just kissed her once more.
The first thing Sherlock did once he was shot was go into his mind palace. Molly, his Molly appeared and helped him, saved him really. Her and Mycroft (although he would never admit the latter.) Lying on the floor with Moriarty next to him all he felt was pain.
"Mrs Hudson will cry, and Mummy and Daddy will cry and the woman will cry and John will cry buckets and buckets but it's Molly I worry about most; who's going to protect her now Sherlock?"
Sherlocks eyes shot open.
Molly's leg bounced as she headed to the Hospital. She wasn't working tonight and had been at home gettign ready for bed when John called her and said the Sherlock had been shot. Now here she was on her way to the hospital. She knew that dating Sherlock would have it's downsides but him getting shot... She shook her head no longer wanting to think about it. Throwing money at the cabbie as she rushed into the emergency room she scanned the room looking for John.
"Molly!"
Spinning she saw John rushing towards her. Her vision began to blur from tears as she felt John wrap his arms around her. The stood there silently both of them caught up in the same thought What will I do if he doesn't make it?
"Any word from the doctors?" Molly asked as they walked toward an empty seat.
John shook his head. "Not yet but he hasn't been back there for long."
Half oan hour later Molly and John were ushered to the the family room for patients being operated on. Molly squeezred her eyes shut as she tried to stop the panic from rising. Surgery wasn't good. Well it was but it increased the risk of death.
"I can't lose him John. Not when I just got him."
John smiled sadly at her. "If a fall off the top of St Barts didn't kill him this won't."
"It better not or I will kill him."
When they were told th\at he made it out of surgery both John and Molly rushed to see him.
Sherlock lay on his back hooked up to various machines, the beep indicating his heartbeat the only sound in the room. Molly hung back as John rushed forward to see his friend.
Turning John saw Molly standing at the door, staring at Sherlock while she played with the end of her scarf. He patted the seat next to Sherlock. "Come on Molly."
Tentatively she walked to the chair and sat down. "Sherlock? You better wake up from this whole thing." Her shaking hands crept forward and landed on his arm. "You have to be okay."
"He will be Molly."
They both stayed in the room silently.
"Molly if I find out who did this to him I will kill them myself."
"John. Sherlock was shot from the front, he saw who shot him." Molly replied without taking her eyes off the man in the hospital bed.
Sherlock didn't recognise the room he enter, which was odd seeing as it was his mind palace. On second inspection it could pass for Baker Street. This place however had more light, less clutter and newer furniture. Standing directly in front of the window was Molly.
"I like what you've done with the place." She smiled at him.
"How am I doing? Am I alive?"
She shrugged. "You tell me."
Humming non-commitally he scanned his surroundings.
"I bet they miss you." Mind Molly lamented.
"I would imgaine so."
"I bet I miss you the most."
Shelrock stared at her.
The beep signifying Sherlock's heart beat was a comfort to Molly; it let her know that he was still alive. She stared down at his lifeless body once more. Slowly his mouth began to move. A small groan escaped his lips followed by...
"Molly."
"Sherlock." Leaning over she pressed the call button. "Sherlock you're in hospital."
She sighed in relief he was waking up, he was coming back to her. "You were shot."
"Mary?"
John and Molly looked at each other.
The nurse enetered the room and checked on his vitals. Scribbling down a few notes she smiled and Molly and John before leaving.
"He's waking up Molly."
She nodded and wiped her eyes.
A constant beeping sounds was schrill in his ears. A gentle, warm hand was hold his.
"Molly." He snapped his eyes open.
"Hi sleepy head."
Turning his head slightly he locked his eyes with hers and smiled when her saw her face. "Ow!" Molly had pinched him.
"That's for getting yourself shot." Leaning forward she lightly kissed his lips. "And that's for waking up."
John cleareed his throat making his presence known.
"Ah John." Sherlock's eyes never left Molly's. "As you can see I am perfectly fine so if you could organgise getting me discharged."
"Sherlock, you were just shot. You need to stay in hospital."
Rolling his eyes he looked at John. "I am fine. I will have doctor looking after me at Baker Street."
Sherlock looked back at Molly.
"I'm a pathologist Sherlock."
"Yes I know that but you are still a Doctor."
John spoke up. "Sherlock I really don't think."
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The patients eye once again fell on his friend. "Either get me out of here or I will do it myself."
Sighing John turned around and left the room.
When the door clicked closed Molly opened her mouth to convince Sherlock to stay in hospital.
"Don't even try Molly. I'm going back to Baker street and you're coming with me."
She sighed knowing their was no point in arguing.
"Besides when we get back to Baker street I need to figure out why the perons who shot me did it."
"You know them?"
"Yes. And so do you. It was Mary."
There will be a chapter 2 I just don't know when.
