My first fic so please be kind xD This came to me when I was having a cup of tea and thinking about a story that I had read. I'd tell you what the story was about but it'd spoil this fic. I didn't copy the story, it just made me think of something. Slight AU because Sherlock is actually dead in this. I don't own Sherlock or the BBC sadly :(
Molly stirred the spoon round and round in her guests tea while thinking about the past few days events. The children at the factory, Sherlock looking sad, Sherlock being arrested. Sherlock dying. Molly's hand paused. It was still hard for her to come to terms with Sherlock dying. She couldn't believe it. When he came to her to ask for a drug that gave the illusion of death, Molly had first thought he was playing a joke. Listening to his further plan Molly could tell it was no joke. Sherlock intended to play dead and fool the world while he travelled and brought down Moriarty's network. It was a lot to take in.
She was bought back to the world when her cat jumped on the counter. She look into his furry face and smiled. "What are you up to you silly boy?" she questioned fondly while scratching behind the cats ears. A deep purr was her reply. She ran her hand down the length of the cats back and stroked all the way up to the tip of the tail. She then turned her attention back to the tea she was making. Deciding it had had enough stirring, she put the spoon down and picked up the milk and returned it to the fridge. When she turned back, her cat was on the floor leaping about after a fly. She frowned. Molly hated flys, thought they were vile little things carrying diseases and such. She opened a window and tried to herd the creature out. Once satisfied that it had gone, she turned to look at her cat who was again, swatting at a fly. Molly couldn't contain her disgust.
"Uggghh I don't know where they're coming from, do you Toby?" Toby meowed in response as if to say "Yeah". Molly shook her head as she repeated what she did with the first fly "I must get some of those sticky tape things. I suppose it's because the weather is getting hot and I left that cake out in the living room. I really must remove it" Molly latched the window shut and turned to pick up her tea and her guests tea and returned to the living room "I'm sorry I took so long" Molly started "There was a mishap with a fly or two" she laughed "You know what those buggars are like. You think you get rid of them and more turn up" as if on cue, a fly landed on the back of her guests chair. Molly frowned and set the teas down and swatted at the fly which flew away. She sat down in the chair opposite her guest and looked at them.
"Anyway, you was telling me about the time you answered the door in your underwear?" silence met her "Ha ha ha ha ha really? what did the postman say to that?" silence again. "Oh you silly thing! what are we going to do with you? you'll traumatise all the posties in the UK if we let you, what happened nex-" 'Ding Dong' Molly looked at the hallway which lead to her front door and frowned at it. "I'm sorry, excuse me I have to get that" Molly heaved herself up to go answer the door. Molly's guest remained silent. When she came back, she had to swat at a few more flies that had landed on her guests chair. Molly looked embarrassed "Oh what must you think of me? having all these flies in my house. I really have to do something about them. Anyway, as your were saying?"
Sherlock's frozen lips stayed closed
"Oh Sherlock, you're so good at deadpan. Ooops sorry hahaha I forget"
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Well? what do you think? I know it's a little dark and horrible but I tried to make it not too dark and disturbing by not going into too much detail. Please review. All comments are welcome :)