Hello! I know it's been a while. But as you probably can guess: my old computer died. Yes, I know it was going to happen, but I didn't thought it would be before I could buy a new one, believe me it was hard for me too because I had chapters almost finished in that one and it's all gone now. So, when I started this challenge I had to do it on a burrowed computer, it took longer than expected, and I have to tell you that editing through a mobile phone is not easy. I'll try to catch up with all the other stories I left unfinished.

Happy New Year! Gifting this story to ny favorite fandom, special thanks to missalline for betaing this one (althoug any remaining mistakes are mine). This story was inspired by the idea that Moffay and Gatiss actually created Sherlock's soulmate in Molly, and the thought that he would happily wait and reach for her.

Read and enjoy!

LOVE BEYOND WRITTEN LINES

Sherlock looked up at Hamish, smiling at his friend, who had once again fallen asleep in the chair directly in front of him. He was talking in his sleep again, it wasn't a usual occurrence. Every now and then Hamish would fall asleep and then start talking as if he was a completely different person.

"…Hello, Molly?" Hamish mumbled "Hey, I just finished the next chapter… yes, I can send it to you now if you want… or, tomorrow morning, depends on how busy you are…" His voice sounded like any other dormant person's would sound, slurred and heavy. But Sherlock always wondered why it didn't change or have funny pieces like any other dream induced speech.

It was always about books, or writing anyway. He would talk to a woman named Molly, and sometimes, mention a man called George or Geoff… something like that. He often had long conversations with a Mary about domestic stuff. Seems like in his dreams Hamish had a peaceful life, full of normality, unlike the reality they lived in, with all those mastermind criminals, murderers and terrorists.

Sherlock often wished their life was quieter. He wondered how it would be to have a day off. Maybe not like a vacation day, but a day that didn't end with him having to run behind a criminal at the end of the day. A day where his only concern was which restaurant to call for dinner.

He wondered if it was possible to make his way into Hamish's dream. Maybe if he talked to him…

"Hamish?" he said while still listening to the telephone conversation his friend was having in his dream, he waited to see if Hamish had listened to him "Hamish? Can you tell me who Molly is?"

For a moment he wondered why he had asked that. He could have asked something else, or even suggested something and then asked Hamish about it later to see if he had somehow influenced his friend's dreams. Well, it was obvious anyway. Hamish talked about her a lot. He was talking to her right now, and she seemed to be one of the most interesting characters in his mind. And to be honest, Hamish seemed to have something for Mary and he didn't want him to get angry because of his questioning.

The expression on the sleeping face of his friend changed, Sherlock leaned forward in his chair and waited.

John blinked. That couldn't have just happened…

"Sorry Molly, I'll call you back, I need to see… something" he said pressing the hung up button of his mobile and walking towards his laptop. It couldn't had just happened. He must be really tired. Had his program just added a few more lines to his work?

He blinked confused at the screen confused, looking at the recently added text in front of him…

It seemed as if…

No, that couldn't be. It was impossible, there had to be another explanation… And then a sudden thought made him nervous: hackers. It had to be, they had reached him, and now they were going to steal the latest chapter he had wrote and leak it on the internet… Damn, he was really going to need to go and see Molly to solve this one.

He approached the machine as if it were going to explode, clicked the save button on the file and closed it, and then proceed to turn it off and then disconnect the WiFi modem. It could help, at least a little, to stop them from stealing anything else from his documents, which at least made him calm down. Now it was anger and frustration what he felt, and something akin to shame… ah, worries, worries, worries! But somehow it just didn't make sense, why would they add to the story…

Now he just felt anger and frustration and something akin to shame

"What do you mean someone hacked your lap? How do you know?"

"Look Molly I just wanted to know if your IT team can search the internet in case there has been a leak so I can change part of the text. I don't know if it was hacked, or if it has a virus so I'm bring in it here so you can see the original file, tell me what we should do and do something."

"Ok, ok, calm down John. I'll call the specialists, we'll have your computer checked and everything will be ok. But I had already told you to work without the internet on, it's not only distracting but, with your level of popularity, dangerous for your work."

"You're right, sorry Molly, I'm just nervous. This has never happened to me before… What if they also copied part of my personal documents? There are… some… uhm photos that are quite personal in there."

"John Watson do you have porn on your laptop?" asked the woman currently accompanying him. He knew she was trying to make him relax, but he wasn't really in the mood, so instead of replying he just made a face and looked to the other side.

The following morning as soon as John had woken up he had called Molly to let her know about the problem with his computer. He wasn't really sure what had happened, and though his editor was very patient he tended to be a bit paranoid.

He took a deep breath and walked around Molly's desk to sit on the chair opposite her. Molly had agreed to see him right away, telling him to find her in her office with his laptop so she could give him her opinion. The thought of having lost some part of the work he had already done was unbearable. Ever since his books started selling he worked hard for moths to manage a decent style.

Molly sat in front of him wearing one of her most colorful jumpers, her hair in a ponytail, and her glasses on. She opened the machine and turned it on, glancing briefly at John. He seemed stressed for what had happened. While the OS started Molly pulled the phone on her desk towards her and called IT.

"Anthea? Hello, how are you?... Fine, but listen… John had a problem with his laptop last night and he's concerned some of the text might have leaked to the web… yeah, could you please do a quick search and see if anyone has mentioned something about it? I can send you part of the text later so you can run a match-program… yes, thank you." Molly hung up and sighed. At least that part was being taken care of.

She looked once again at John who was looking at her from between his fingers; then looked back to the laptop in front of her opening the latest file used.

She scrolled through it, checking the text as it went went, her eyebrows raised. John had worked already more than she had expected.

She stopped at the very last lines on the document, reading the paragraphs to have some context on the problem John said he was having… That must be wrong somehow…

"John?" She said clearing her throat and leaning back on her chair.

"Yeah what is it?" John asked, alarmed once more.

"Did you introduce a character named after me in your story?"

"No, why?" he said as he stood up and reached for the machine.

"Well, this last bit in the text, it mentions my name… I thought…"

Reading the final text written in the document, under the last paragraph he remembered writing, made John go pale.

Sherlock noticed that his good friend had once again succumbed to exhaustion, thinking once again on the calm and quiet life some people get to live, and all the troubles and difficulties that his job came with. Surely it wasn't fair for either Hamish or him to live such a troublesome life, but he could do nothing about it. He loved his job after all.

He smiled, amused, when his friend started sleep talking again. He was sure that Hamish dreamed of a normal life, he had heard him before…

Only this time it was different, he seemed to be having a conversation with someone, apparently someone called Molly. From his own research he knew some people where receptive to conversation while they were sleep talking, so he wondered if he could have a glimpse of Hamish's subconscious.

"Hamish?" he asked, not really expecting an answer from him immediately "Hamish, can you tell me who Molly is?"

John looked up at Molly with a confused expression. He opened his mouth as if to say something but he couldn't really explain it.

"What is it John?" Molly asked, smiling. She felt somehow flattered that John had thought of including her in his book, but the surprised expression on John's face said something different.

John ran a hand through his hair, stepping back while looking once again at his computer. He sighed loudly, closing his eyes and looking once again at Molly.

"That… uhm, well, those… last three paragraphs… I didn't write them. I swear Molly I didn't… To be honest the chapter should have ended there, with Sherlock wondering a normal life… I-I called you right after finishing there, … at… at he loved his job, that's where I stopped and called you, I wasn't writing after that, that's what's happened, something appeared on the program but I don't know how, or …"

"John. John, calm down, please sit down and breathe, you're scaring me!" Molly said, now really worried about her friend.

"By the look of it, this doesn't seem to be a virus or something. Who could somehow know what you were writing about and want to add something in it?" she said, mirroring his earlier thoughts. " It could only be someone following the story for a while to be able to do it, this is just weird… And yes, you mentioned that the chapter was already finished, but this kind of seems to fit with the story and it's written in your style as well. Now what I'm more worried about is how did they know my name?"

John opened his arms in a silent question, feeling more scared as the situation progressed. "As I told you I was speaking with you when it happened, I mentioned your name on the phone; do you think I'm being spied on? I don't know, with hidden cameras, microphones or … stuff?!"

"It could be… would it make you feel better if we call someone? Greg could send a team to your house and see if there's any bug plugged in there and you can go to a hotel for a few days or stay with Mary… We'll take care of this, don't worry John, it was just a few lines and you can always delete them…"

"I guess so…" said John.

"And I will keep you informed about Anthea's investigation, I'm sure this will be solved soon; take a few days off John. You really made a good advance of the story, I'll keep your computer for a while, I'll take it to someone so they could check if there's any virus or spyware in it…"

"Okay Molly. I trust you."