Sherlolly fics. Some will be from prompts on tumblr, others will just be ideas in my head. Love me some Sherlolly fluff. Hope you enjoy my little drabbles! Read and review if you've got a sec.

John Watson tried to consider himself a knowledgeable person when it came to women. He could usually make them happy, or stop them from getting angry. In the case of Molly Hooper, his friend and now his best friend's girlfriend, he was spot on with what she was feeling 90% of the time.

But he had no idea what she was thinking right now and, if he was honest with himself, he was scared. Sherlock had left him with Molly because she could have been in danger. So he was currently sitting in 221B Baker street watching Molly freak out. It started when she tripped over the coffee table in the living room.

"Oh no! I broke it!" Molly exclaimed and immediately fell to her knees to examine the broken table. She looked to be on the verge of panicking and that wasn't a Molly Hooper thing to do.

John came over to try and help her with it. He just looked at it and tried to reassure her.

"Molly, you didn't break it. The bottom of the leg just chipped. I can…"

"NO!" she all but yelled at him. He was startled for a second, because that really wasn't something Molly usually did.

"No, I'm going to fix it!" she let out a breath, trying to calm down, and she seemed really determined so John decided to back off.

He sat down in Sherlock's chair and watched as she ran around the flat looking for things to fix the table with. He grabbed his newspaper and started reading, looking for things to help Sherlock with. Ten minutes later he was startled by a bang sort of sound next to him.

"What the! Molly!" he cried out

The scene in front of him was not what he expected. She had gotten a nail and a hammer and was trying to beat the chipped piece back into the table.

"What are you doing?!" he jumped down to see the damage that had been done. There was now a huge hole in the wood and Molly looked close to tears.

"I-I was just trying to fix it!"

John carefully took the hammer away from her and helped her get to the couch. He was being extremely gentle with her because he thought that she was just worried about Sherlock which was why she was acting off. It wasn't the first time she'd done something crazy because she was worried about that idiot.

"Just sit here and let me fix it okay?" John said as gently as he could.

Molly nodded and then said quietly

"Okay…but I'm making some tea in the meantime."

John nodded and watched her get up and walk into the kitchen. He started working on the bottom of the table, and left the room for only a minute to get some glue, but when he came back Molly was sitting on the floor in front of the table, having just tried to fix it again and this time the leg of the table was completely crooked and worse than before.

"Molly! I told you to let me! What did you even…" he looked over the leg of the table and couldn't even start to think of what she could have done. The hammer was back in her hand and this time she got angry when he tried to take it away.

"No! I want to fix it, Sherlock always lets me fix things!"

John looked at the table and then to her.

"Yes, alright, but I think you need to just make some tea and let me handle this one okay?" he took her to the kitchen and made sure she was working on the tea. He didn't take his eyes off her for the rest of the night. She was ten times clumsier tonight than usual and he could not for the life of him figure out why.

John made her sit down after she hit her head on the doorway to the bathroom. He was cleaning up the flat when he heard her start crying. He didn't know why she was so upset and when he tried to calm her down she just buried her head into her hands and ignored him.

He'd never felt so useless. He'd also never felt so confused by Molly before, she was usually so easy for him to figure out.

A half hour later Sherlock walked in to find John sitting in front of a crying Molly trying to calm her down and failing miserably. Molly looked up and saw Sherlock and quickly tried to dry her tears. She hated it when he saw her crying.

"Molly." Sherlock gave her a nod in greeting.

"S-Sherlock." She managed to get out and she smiled a watery smile at him.

He looked from her to his best friend.

"John…"

John looked up at him and his eyes screamed help. Sherlock assessed the situation and swiftly walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a spoon and a small carton of ice cream from the freezer. He then went over to his girlfriend and best friend. He handed the ice cream and spoon to Molly, grabbed John's arm and yanked him up, and pulled him over to the side of the room.

John thought Sherlock was going to be mad at him for upsetting his girlfriend so he started talking.

"Look it wasn't my fault! She dropped a tea cup, then cut herself on the pieces trying to glue them back together. Then she ran into the door to the bathroom trying to get the first aid kit and knocked one of the towel racks down trying to get it out of the cabinet. Plus she hit her head a few times!"

"And did she 'break' the coffee table?" Sherlock asked quietly and John looked at him like he was insane. Did he not just hear what John'd said?

"Um, she just tripped on it and chipped a piece of it off. And then she tried to..."

"Fix it." Sherlock finished for him. He then bent down and picked up a blanket.

"How did you know?"

"This happens every month." Sherlock said with an eyebrow lift and he went over to Molly.

He put the blanket over her and said kissed her forehead. She smiled at him and offered him a spoonful of ice cream, which he took and ate even though John knew he didn't like the stuff.

"Did John upset you?" Sherlock asked her softly

"He just wouldn't let me fix the table…" she said and put another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. She sniffled and kept eating the ice cream.

"I'm going to go see him off and then I'll come back and tell you all about the case, and we can fix it later would you like that?"

He was being awfully considerate for being Sherlock, was all John could think. After Molly nodded he went back over to John and he walked with him down the stairs.

"Sherlock what the hell was that? You're never any good with women and you calmed her down in ten seconds when I couldn't all night! What's going on?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes before answering

"Molly is clumsy all the time, as we've seen in previous situations. But when she's menstruating she, for whatever reason, is extremely more so. To the point that she trips over everything, hits her head on doors, makes things fall down. Thing like that. And what's worse is that she wants to be the one to fix everything and if you try and tell her no or that you're going to do it she tries herself anyway and makes it worse." Sherlock sighed a little.

John nodded a little

"Alright…I suppose that makes a little more sense. But you're not even upset about the table being broken and you've never been good with dealing with her feelings before, so why now?!"

Sherlock looked at him then opened the small closet in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs, there were six identical coffee tables in it that were all in perfect condition.

"I just tell her I fixed the one we already had. Don't tell her this is here."

John couldn't help his smile. That was just so Sherlock.

"As to your second point. I've been through it a few times. After enough evidence was collected I've found there are only two things that calm her down when she's upset like that. Those two things are ice cream and sex. If this happens the next time you're watching over her please just give her ice cream. The sex bit I would prefer to keep between her and myself."

John closed his eyes and tried to get that picture out of his head.

"Well good to know. I'm going to go burn my ears off and try and forget that just happened. I'll talk to you later. I'm assuming you solved the case and no longer need my assistance?"

Sherlock all but shoved him out the door and shook his head

"I always solve the case, John. And I think in this instance it is you who needed my assistance." Sherlock smirked and then promptly shut the door in John's face.

John shook his head and walked over to the street to hail a cab. He couldn't believe Sherlock Holmes had actually known what to do in a situation with a woman and he hadn't. Wait until Mary heard about this.