Okay, don't get me wrong. As much as I love Johnlock, I am a HUGE shipper of Sherlolly. Here is my tribute to what has the potential to be the cutest couple in the world! Sherlock has moved in with Molly for a few weeks after the fall. Post Reichenbach.

Molly is a very minimalistic person. There was not need to buy a flat with two bedrooms when she moved to London. If anyone ever stayed over it would be for one night only, for that the couch would suffice. However she did not plan on Sherlock jumping off a building and playing dead whilst staying at her flat. That is why she was dreading bringing Sherlock home with her, she had warned him that there was only one bedroom but he had discarded the information almost immediately, then asking if he would have access to Wifi.

Molly unlocked the old green door to her flat, stepping inside and allowing Sherlock to absorb the surroundings.

Spotless. She doesn't have company often, she cleaned because she knew I would be staying here. Tesco bags popping out of the cupboard door, she restocked the fridge. Bedroom door is shut, presumably enclosing her cat in case I dislike or am allergic to them.

'Molly, let your cat out of your bedroom. That is no way to treat an animal.' Sherlock stated simply. 'Apart from that you have a nice flat that should suffice for now and I promise I will be out of your hair as soon as possible.'

Molly didn't want him to go really but she put it down to her being hopelessly in love with him.

'You can stay as long as you need, it's not bother to me at all, but I don't know how long I can stand the blow up mattress.' She muttered. Since Sherlock had disregarded her point about the lack of bed's she had decided to give up her bed for him. He was the guest after all. Half of Molly hoped that he would decline and offer to sleep on the blow up mattress instead, but of coarse this was Sherlock and that was not going to happen.

After dinner and showers the two were watching repeats of 'The Jeremy Kyle Show' wrapped up in their pyjamas, when Molly and Sherlock both yawned simultaneously, they caught each others eyes and chuckled.

'Time for bed I think.' Molly announced getting up, re-tying her dressing gown and heading to the other side of the living room to the blow up mattress. Sherlock got up to go into the bedroom when he saw were Molly was going to be sleeping and looked confused.

'Molly why do you feel the need to sleep out here? That mattress is placed right near the door. Not only is it a fire hazard but you will catch your death with the draft. Pull the mattress next to the bed in the bedroom, there should be enough space and despite what John told you after the incident with 'The Woman', I will not fall out of bed on top of you.'

I wish you would she thought before mentally slapping herself.

'Oh...okay.' she was about to get up off the mattress to pull it into the bedroom, but Sherlock had already started dragging it with her still on top. As he tried to get it around the corner she flew off the other side into the side of the couch, squealing as she went. She looked up at Sherlock who looked worried that she had hurt herself but the look on his face sent her into a fit of laughter. Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief as he joined in her giggling. He was positive that he was overtired, but after all it was quite funny. The pair picked up one end of the mattress each, moving it next to 'Sherlock's bed'.

'Sherlock I am capable of moving furniture you know.' Molly said recovering from her giggling outburst.

'It's no bother, I do it for Mrs. Hudson all the time, John tries to help but he's too short.' Sherlock let out one breathy chuckle but it was followed by a sallow look. Sherlock felt guilty for what he had done to his best friend, even if it was to save his life and Molly could tell, she felt the same way.

'Sherlock you will see John again and I know he will forgive you. You're like the annoying old couples you see that fight all the time and want to kill each other, but in the end you can't love each other more.' She smiled at her comparison but Sherlock wore a look of confusion and offence. 'What I mean is that he will never completely hate you, no matter how much he swears he does.' She said giving him a tap on the back, a hug may have broken the boundaries. Sherlock gave a small smile and climbed into bed. It was a cold night that night, so he used the throw at the end of the bed as an extra layer.

'Goodnight Molly. Thank you for letting me stay.' He mumbled, letting his eyes go heavy.

'Any time Sherlock, sleep tight.'

'Molly stop moving! That blow up mattress is really loud!' Sherlock hissed.

'I'm sorry, I can't sleep, it's freezing.' She replied struggling to reach for her fluffy socks that were underneath the bed Sherlock was sleeping on.

'For God's sakes, get in with me.' He said unfolding the duvet to allow her to climb in.

' What, no! You're my guest and you should have the bed for yourself.' Molly stammered, shocked that she just turned down the opportunity to crawl into bed with Sherlock Holmes.

'Come on! I'm cold too, this way we can preserve heat and we might be able to get some sleep tonight.'

Molly started to climb in hesitantly. 'Purely for convenience?'

'Of coarse.' Sherlock replied, placing the cover over his pathologist.

'Goodnight again Molly.' Sherlock said, but the only reply he got was the sound of a light snore on Mollies part, to which he smiled fondly.

Do you like it? Do you want me to make this chaptered or leave it as a one shot?

Thanks for reading!