Drive
"Sherlock, it's my day-off. Leave me alone."
Sherlock refuses to relinquish his hold on his girlfriend's wrist, his sleeping girlfriend's wrist, as he stands his ground by the edge of her bed.
"No. Come on, one of Mycroft's cars is waiting downstairs."
Molly tries but fails at pulling her arm away from Sherlock's grip, and a whine escapes her lips. "Sherlooooock. We have talked about this. You are not supposed to come into my flat without my permission. Especially at 6 in the morning!" she hisses.
If she only opened her eyes, she would have seen Sherlock roll his, and Sherlock would have ended up with a black bruise on his face from a pathologist's fist. But alas, her eyes are still fighting to remain closed, and so all she gets is Sherlock's impatient voice. "Molly. We have to allot at least an hour or two before the roads become congested. Now stop wasting time and get up." he demands, pulling Molly's arm to get her to sit up.
She groans, sitting up but with her head sleepily lolling to the side. "I don't want to learn how to drive!" she exclaims weakly, sleep very much evident in her voice. "I live in London. London. The traffic's horrible, the underground is there to be used and the buses are comfy. Now leave me alone." she mutters, intent on slumping back down on the bed if not for a rather stubborn detective pulling on her arm.
"You have to learn, Molly."
Another groan from the petite doctor. "Sherlock…"
"Driving is useful and may get you out of dangerous situations if they do occur in the future. It's a skill that nowadays is next to being a necessity. Also I'd like our future offspring to have that skill as well and I may be too busy to teach them so that responsibility would fall on you. Besides, I'm pretty sure Mycroft will be giving you a car as an engagement gift and that'd be a ridiculous waste of leather and metal if you don't know how to use it." he rattles off casually.
Molly was just about to tune out his blabbering when the words future offspring makes her wonder if she already drifted off to dream land. And then he mentions an engagement and Molly's confused brain gets jolted awake by her own heartbeat. "What?"
Sherlock looks satisfied that she's finally more conscious than asleep, and he honestly doesn't realize that he just passingly revealed the thing he's been planning for the past two months. The thing he's going to do in a week's time. "Oh good, you're awake. Get dressed and meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes."
Molly could only blink in response.
A week and one all-too-important yes later, a black sedan arrives at Molly's building's doorstep.
Two days later, said black sedan gets sent to a repair shop, a case of a dented front caused by a tree.
Miss Hooper, I am aware that my brother is quite possibly the most insufferable teacher in Britain. However, I highly advise you to ask him to teach you again, or if you would prefer it I have a team of experienced drivers at your disposal. –MH
Congratulations on your engagement, by the way. -MH
Note: The author invites everyone to the 3-a-day Sherlolly challenge! Having been in a writer's rut for most of the past half-a-year, she's now going to spew random drabbles and short stories that will most probably swing from fluff to angst to crack, depending on the mood. It will hopefully get her writing back on track, and hopefully would also inspire others to contribute lots and lots of lovely stories to the Sherlolly fanfiction archive. Happy writing!