Hey guys. So anyway, I know my other story hasn't been updated in a while and I really should be working on that, but I'm currently brain dead. I was trying to work on it and this little bloop popped into my head and wouldn't leave. I know, I know. Another kid OC story? Yeah, I don't know why, but for some reason writing cute, fandom related little kids makes me really happy. Anyway, I should probably end this note and continue...
"My nose! I think you broke my nose!" Sherlock cried as he clutched his injured nose in his hands.
"Well you bloody deserved it Sherlock! Five years! Five years everyone thought you were dead, and you think you can just waltz back in like nothing happened! You deserve a lot more than a broken nose!" John shouted, swinging another punch at the dead consulting detective, who squealed and dodged it. This continued for a few minutes until the door of 221B burst open and a small blonde woman ran in.
"John! What's going on in here, are you okay?"
John sighed. "Mary, this is Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock, this is Mary, my fiancé."
"WHAT?!" Sherlock and Mary both yelled.
"You got engaged without me?"
"I thought he was dead!"
"I was, but now I'm back. And why did you get engaged without me?"
"You can't just die and come back."
"Well, I wasn't actually dead. Why did you get engaged without me?"
"So this whole time you were alive, while John was depressed, thinking his best friend was dead, you were just fine and definitely not dead!"
"Yes, but John, why did you get engaged without-"
Mary punched Sherlock on his already damaged face and everything went black.
He woke up on the couch a few hours later to see John and Mary intensely discussing something. Instead of being an adult and asking them what they were talking about Sherlock Holmes, one of the smartest men on earth, pretended to sleep.
"Oh my god John, what about Henry, has he even talked to Molly yet?"
"I don't think he has, but things aren't going to be good when he does."
"The poor kid is going to flip when he finds out, he already has enough problems..."
"I know Mary-" "Who's Henry?" Sherlock cut him off, blowing his cover. John and Mary both jumped slightly. Before John turned to Sherlock, the anger in his face clear.
"Maybe if you had been around you would know." He said before walking out of the room. "Go talk to Molly!" He called from his bedroom, before slamming the door shut. Mary gave Sherlock one last glare before walking out of the room also. Sherlock sighed. He had been avoiding Molly sense he had destroyed Moriarty's web and was able to come back. Their last meeting, the day before he fell, had been quite a spur of the moment decision on his part, and he still wasn't prepared to face the consequences. But who was Henry? Had Molly finally gotten over him? He hoped not. Wait, no. He was glad she didn't like him anymore, wasn't he?
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"Oh my god! Sherlock!" Molly screamed after she had turned around to see him standing right behind her. He didn't quite know what to say, so he stood in silence. After about two seconds Molly started cry and hugging him. Sherlocks eyes widened. Startled by the physical contact. He stood there stiffly, just listening to her cry, and trying to think of a way to shut her up. Finally he decided hugging her back would be the best method.
She continued crying.
"Molly, why are you cry? It's getting quite annoying."
"I thought you were dead." She said between sobs.
"Why would you think that? You of all people should know I wasn't dead." She just kept crying.
"Oh just shut up." Sherlock said. Tilting her chin towards him and kissing her. He didn't know why he did it. He convinced himself it was most definitely not sentiment, just an effective way of silencing her. Eventually they broke apart. Molly looked at him for a second before turning away to close her locker and take off her lab jacket. She turned back around and awake artfully smiled at him, acting like nothing had happened. He smirked back. She looked at the clock.
"I'm glad that you're back and all, but I need to get home, stop by tomorrow, okay?" She asked before walking away quickly.
"I need to stay at your flat for a few weeks, it appears John has found new flat mate who dislikes me. I would prefer to stay away for a little while." Sherlock stated. Molly gulped slowly and nodded.
"Okay."
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They got to the door of Molly's flat and she pulled out her keys. But stopped and turned to him.
"Sherlock, a lot of things have changed in the last five years. And...well...Sherlock, I have a son named Henry." Molly said quickly before looking up at him.
"What?"
"Sherlock, people move on. You can still stay with us, if you're okay with that, but you need to be nice. The sitter should be there now so be nice to her to, okay?"
"Who is his father?"
"...No one, no one important." Molly said before opening the door.
"Cindy, Henry, I'm home!" Molly called. No response.
"Henry?" No response.
"You have one new message." Her phone said, she turned to look at it just as the message started playing.
"Hey, it's Jim from IT. Call me back." There was a chuckle and Molly stopped, frozen in place as the message continued. "That's right, I'm back! And guess who I have with me?" The message asked. There was a pause as Molly and Sherlock stood in horror, staring at the phone. The message continued.
"Hi Mummy! I'm having fun at Uncle Jim's house!"
Dun dun dun! Anyway, sorry I didn't really get to far into anything here, this was just an intro. Anyway, review!