Sherlock: Why do you multiship, loony fangirl?

*Sherlock Holmes pops out*

Sherlock Holmes: Well, if it isn't one of my modern selves. How is the times? I deduce it to be more luxurious according to the phone on your hand and those small band-aids on your arm that replace smoking, according to the box on your table.

Sherlock: Not much change except for technology, original counterpart. Still too many stupid people.

Sherlock Holmes: Stupidity is rather infinite unfortunately. Can't do much about it but keep to self on business and affairs.

Sherlock: Ahem. The loony high school girl typing this story does not own us in any way. Unfortunately, the rules of the site require a disclaimer for these fan-made stories because they think the users are too stupid anyway. First POV

I have to admit I felt some guilt. Unable to tell John I am still alive. Regardless, I kept walking. Where I was going, I am not sure. I suppose I could use this time to thank Molly. I approached to the mortuary to see her working on corpses and chemicals by herself. I opened the door. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I wanted to say thank you for the help. It worked."

"Oh...thanks..."

I was about to take my leave before she grabbed me by the sleeve. I turned back to her, staring into her eyes, which displayed concern. "Wait. You can't go out there looking like that. People will know you-"

"Someone's coming. I hear footsteps."

"What?" Then we got to hide you...here! Play as a corpse and get in there. Quickly!"

I slid inside the shelf, feet first. Molly placed fake bruises on my forehead and around before closing it. Hope to not get a bump forming on my head from that. I heard the door open and overheard what went on.

"Molly?"

It sounded like John. "Hi, John."

"I saw a man talking to you, Molly. Was keeping Sherlock's word to make sure whoever you dated wasn't..."

"Like Jim?"

"Yeah..."

"I think your brain was playing games with you. No one other than Sherlock usually enters here. But, he's..."

"I know. Sorry for worrying you, Molly. You take care."

"You too, John."

I heard foot steps and a slammed door. He left. I started to see light as Molly opened the drawer where I was inside. I exhaled and inhaled until I could speak. "Thank you. Again."

"That was close."

"Sorry."

"Anyways, you can't wander around the city so long as John is here. You either need a way out of here or..."

"Or what?" I asked, witnessing a smile on her face.

"A disguise!" She exlaims, pointing up towards the cieling then back to me, her smile turning back to a serious expression. "It kind of feels lonely without you here and I know you aren't the man to give up his work. By being in disguise, you can still be here! It would mean though..."

"What?"

"No. You wouldn't like this part of the plan."

"Tell me anyway."

"You would have to pretend to be my boyfriend so you have an excuse to hide inside my home."

I turn around and thought about it. She does have a point. If I am correct, I can't really occupy 221B anymore. But, she has already done so much help. Why pester her more? "I knew it was stupid. Sorry fo-"

"No problem, Molly."

"Y-you really thi-"

"If that's the only option in order to hide my identity, prevent you from dating boyfriends and getting heartbroken like John during his date attempts, and still do my work, then I do not mind this plan one bit."

Judging from her eyes, she was quite shocked about my approval of her plan. After a few seconds, she says, "In that case, how should I get you to my house without people seeing you?"

I pointed at the shelf I was inside of when John approached the lab. "Are you sure you want to sleep in there?"

"It's no problem."

She sighs. "I have a better idea."

"Do tell."

"Here you are, Ms. Hooper. Another corpse delivery for the mortuary?"

"Apparently yes. Just leave it here."

"Call us if it starts to come back to life, okay?"

"Oh, that won't be necessary. But, thank you for the offer. Take care!"

After the footsteps faded away from her home, I heard scissors cutting the tape and a both hands opening the box I was in. Whose idea was this again? Definitely not mine that's for sure. "Here you are. Welcome to my home," Molly said.

I let out a cough due to the cramped space in the box. I had to be in a ball position like I did when I was having case withdrawal before the hound case came that day. "Never. Again."

I tried to pull myself out, Molly helping a bit by grabbing hold to my armst. I got up on my feet and dusted my shirt and pants. "I'll get the guest bedroom ready," she spoke.

"You live alone." I blurted out.

She paused for a moment before attempting to respond. "Y-yes...I think you pointed that out before when you used your scanning on me when we first met in the lab."

"I did? Must have deleted that incident from my hard drive then."

"I'll be getting the room ready now. Make yourself at home until then."

I explored around the apartment room. Television. But not plugged in. Possibly doesn't use it much unless necessary. I glimpsed around the room. Neat and tidy. The girly looking one with chemistry posters must be her bedroom. I walked into one of the rooms. It looked nothing like the other rooms and I was able to detect fingerprints. Guest bedroom no doubt. I started to smell some scent. Air freshener. Doesn't really have guests arriving often.

I heard footsteps approaching the room. Molly was holding my grey pants and blue robes. "Here are your sleeping clothes. I was able to get them from the flat when I volunteered to collect your chemicals and things alike to send to the Mortuary."

"Thank you, Molly."

"You've already said it for the third time. It's no big deal. Really."

"Really?"

"Yeah...it's getting late. You should change and rest now. Good night."

Molly closes the door close slowly. I quickly changed to my sleep wear and sat on the bed, leaving my clothes on the floor across. After some thinking, I slowly laid down and placed the covers over my body. I turned the lamp off and attempted to sleep through the night, despite the thoughts that still occured in my mind.

Next morning, I lifted my upper body from the bed. I slowly rubbed my eyes and yawned. I turned to see Molly laying next to me. Outdoor clothes. She went somewhere in my absence. I noticed the multiple bags. Shopping bags? But, she does- wait. She said something about my things being in the mortuary. I got up and walked towards the bags. I pulled out a pair of what people call, jeans. Curious, I went to try it on. She was still sleeping anyway. By the time I finished, I heard a noise. I Turned to see Molly turning to the other side, eyes slowly opening. "That's good. They fit on you. But, don't you think it's too early to go in disguise?"

"Don't you think faded bootcut is too much for the disguise, even if it's from the male section?"

"The less it's something of your preference, the better the disguise."

"True."

"Anyways, I leave you to groom yourself while I get breakfast ready."

"I usually don't eat during this hour so you can fill yourself up."

"Well, you have to learn to. I'll leave you to groom."

Molly leaves the room. I figured I should take them off and groom. After some teeth brushing and a shower, I proceeded to put the jeans back on. I pulled out a shirt from the bag. It consisted of what seems to be comic characters, according to the outfit designs. Yet, the faces looked realistic. I looked at the center text. Avengers. I began to pull out another shirt. It was blank white shirt with sleeves that seem to reach the wrist when putting them on. I proceeded to put that shirt on first and then the Avengers shirt. I moved the undershirt sleeves closer to my elbows and proceeded to walk out of the room to the living room. I saw Molly wearing bootcut jeans and what seems to be a teal sleeveless top often worn under shirts. She had a thin towel on her head and a toothbrush sticking out from her mouth. She then places the plates with breakfast on the table and points at me, as if commanding me to sit. Without question, I sat on the table. I scanned the breakfast. No toothpaste. Must have been good at it. She comes back here. This time, a navy blue t-shirt that had white lines forming what seems to be a police box. It even had the text "POLICE BOX". "Sorry," She said, proceeding to eat.

"About what?"

She gulped it down. "Nothing. Just eat."

After I finished, I went to the shoe closet to find white toe shoes in front of my usual shoes. Bigger than Molly's feet and as new as these clothes. I took them, sat on a chair, and proceeded to put them on. When I finished, i felt a cap placed over my head. It was on backwards according to the reflection of the microwave. She took me out of the apartment room and walked me around the city, her hand grasping mine tightly. Clearly worried. But for what? We made it to some mall and browsed through the clothing department. Why did she bring me if she could do this easily by herself? "It makes it less weird when shopping clothes for you. Don't really like getting stared at and puzzling the guys here."

"It's...fine," I assured.

After some hours, we walked out from the shop. I offered to help carry the items since Molly's arms were clearly failing to help her carry them. Not her fault anyway. We sat down on the bench outside the mall where shade was. Though, she suddenly laid her occipital portion of her head on my lap. Knowing she probably didn't sleep enough due to the bags on her eyes, I left her be and I observed the city around. Eventually the city became a blur and I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I heard some talking. Who was Molly talking to? Eventually, I managed to open my eyes. I noticed my head was on top of Molly's lap and Molly was talking to John. "Oh. I seemed to have woken your boyfriend up. I apologize there."

"He doesn't mind really. It's around the afternoon anyway so we should get going."

I heard my stomach grumble. Humiliating. Even if he doesn't know it's me.

"Seems hungry too apparently. I'll leave you two together. I was apparently called to help Lestrade with some case. It doesn't feel the same though."

John walks away from us. Molly was staring at me and whispering, "You're starting to miss it, aren't you?"

"Hm?"

"Solving cases while making Anderson and Sally look stupid."

I kept quiet as she continued. "I'll take that as a definite yes. But, you have to follow through with your plan, right?"

I slowly got up and stretched a bit in order to get some blood flow to my body. "I think we need to drop this to your apartment."

"Yes. I can even carry half the load for you."

"You do-"

"It's okay. My arms aren't sore anymore and they aren't that heavy."

She proceeds to carry two bags on one of her free hand. I did the same. Suddenly, I felt Molly's open hand wrapped over mine. "I won't get lost," I reassured.

"Still a precaution."

We reached to her apartment and ate some lunch. After some time, Molly threw me a t-shirt and what seems to be pajama pants. "You can still wear the blue robes whenever cold. You're changing into these in the night, okay."

I nodded. The phone rang and Molly picked it up. "Molly Hooper speaking"

"Lestrade and I need you to check these substances. Meet me in the lab."

"Coming."

Molly puts the phone. "I am so sorry. I will be back, ok?"

She suddenly kisses my mouth before taking leave. She turns back to me, her face clearly red. Looks like it was an accident. "Sorry, forgot you're pretending to be my boyfriend. You're not really, I me- nevermind. Bye!"

She shuts the door, fast pace in footsteps indicating she is running. I turned towards the mirror witnessing the redness around my cheeks. Why are they red? Confused, I tried to find something to do to divert the confusion. I walked towards the television and crouched down to the shelf underneath it. I pulled out some electronic device. Looks like some game counsel. Wii-U was it? Curious, I turned on the Wii-U. Super Mario Bros? Haven't played that game for years! No harm in playing again since I deleted the game-play from my hard drive so I was able to have more data to store information to get though my school years.

"I'm back!"

"Busy."

"You were that bored?"

"Apparently yes. I'm halfway through the game."

"It's only been...two-three hours!"

"Plenty of time. Though, it was annoying when the music plays every time I lost a life. The game plot makes no sense one bit. You'd think after beating through two castles, Princess Peach would've paid for proper security and not get captured by an over sized turtle with spikes on his shell. But, no. It's one stupid castle after the other. Not to mention, how would a toad logically be in an enemy castle and remain alive? What went on with the game designer's heads when they made this game to begin with?"

I heard a laugh from Molly. What did I say that was so funny? She calmed herself down and responded, "You can't use complete logic for a mere game. People who buy it don't usually pay much attention to those details. I admit, few indeed do. But, you're the only one so far to make a big deal out of it."

"That's why you laughed?"

She pulled me to the dining table and placed a take home box in front of me. Chinese according to the box and the fortune cookie on my right. After finishing, I opened my fortune cookie and read it. You may have fallen. However, you fell with an Angel. I looked at Molly and back to the paper. I have to admit Molly is sort of angelic. But, what did it mean by fell with with an angel? Surely not romantic since...relationships aren't really my area. I heard a yawn. "Well, it's time for some rest. Good night."

She walked to her bedroom. After finishing my dinner, I went to the guest bedroom and changed to the clothes she gave me. I laid down, trying to sleep. I turned off the light from the night lamp. I turned sideways on the bed. These changes are rather to much and too fast. I already know it will be tedious. I don't even know how long I will have to be in disguise.

Sherlock: Pairing me with Molly?

Sherlock Holmes: Seems like it.

Sherlock: That's a change. Too many stories involving me and John a whole lot. Not that I care really.

Sherlock Holmes: Poor Mary. Fandom has yet to see her in your episodes and they lit up torches regardless. Speaking of Molly,sounds like a nickname John Watson gave to his wife Mary. But, I don't really put my faith on what the internet says so it could be a conspiracy. Can't remember.

A/N: Next chapter is a series of Sherlolly drabbles. Any suggestions or changes? It's my first Sherlolly fanfic so...I'm not entirely sure if I portrayed either of the two correctly.