Hello everyone! This story came to me so suddenly that I had to write it down before I forgot. Plus, I need a little break from all the spookiness from my other story. This is just going to be a short fluffy Sherlolly story. Nothing extreme.
Reviews are welcomed! Sorry in advance for the grammatical errors, I swear I'm not doing it on purpose. I'm just not a very good writer, but I certainly do have a lot of ideas.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that have to do with the show.
Enjoy!
"I really wish you were here with me. You know how afraid I am to fly alone."
"I'm sorry, love. Something came up at work; I'll meet you there in a few days."
Molly Hooper let out a sigh as she clung to her phone, the mousy pathologist made her way through the airport, a suitcase the size of her person rolling away behind her.
"I'm going to feel so awkward arriving at your parents place by myself, Chris." she whined childishly.
Molly heard a low chuckle on the other end and couldn't help but smile herself. Molly Hooper had met Christopher Kingsley two years ago at Bart's canteen; he had gone there to visit a friend who had been in a car accident. There she had accidentally spilled her coffee over his very expensive suit, after apologizing repeatedly and offering to pay for his dry cleaning he told her she could make it up by going to dinner with him. Molly had agreed and they two were had become inseparable, after one year of dating the two had become engaged.
"I told you my parents would be spending their Holiday in Paris. You'll be at the estate alone." he said.
"Great... I'll be spending my Holiday alone." she muttered.
Molly was escorted to the private jet that Chris had set up for her, and it was en route to her destination. Lake Como, Italy; Christopher had told her many things about the lakeside town and Molly had always hoped to go, finally Christopher surprised her for a birthday Holiday retreat. A birthday Holiday she'd be spending alone. Molly loved Christopher, but she absolutely hated his job. He worked in international affairs, so he was always at the office, when he wasn't in the office he was traveling all over the world. Luckily, Molly was understanding and very patient. After exchanging a few more words Molly got off the phone with fiancé and boarded the private jet.
Molly stared awestruck at the beauty that was Lake Como, it was the sort of place she only saw in movies or photographs she never imagined herself in a place like this. The cab drove past markets and tourist attractions, all in which Molly would be sure to visit. She had promised John and Mrs. Hudson many souvenirs when she came back home. Molly sunk further into her seat as she thought about her friends, they had all bonded after... Molly swallowed a lump her throat and shook her head slowly, she had forbid herself to think of him, during this trip... Or ever. Molly was one of the few people, if not the only person who knew he was alive, although she was sure his brother, Mycroft was aware of his survival by now. The pathologist had risked everything to help him fake his death and she had done everything to keep her friends safe and to keep Moriarty from winning, but she had lost the man she had loved along the way. After helping him with his suicide, Sherlock had hidden in her flat, but when she awoke the next day he was gone, she hadn't heard from him since then.
Molly let out a sigh, and fidgeted in her seat, she refused to have another good thing ruined because she was thinking of Sherlock Holmes. Molly stared as the cab pulled up at the beautiful villa, Christopher had told her about the property his parents own, but he hadn't told him how beautiful the site was. The villa itself was built along the mountain and close enough to the lake that she could jump out the window and land in the water... not that she was thinking of jumping out the window... the cab came to a stop and a bronze colored man came trotting out of the villa and opened the cab door for her, immediately extending his hand to help her out.
"Ciao, signorina hooper my name is Antonio De Santiis. I am keeper of the villa when the Kingsley's are away. It's a pleasure to meet you." he said with a heavy accent.
Molly smiled kindly at the man and took his hand to pull herself out, she immediately closed her eyes as the breeze from the lake hit her face.
"I'll have to apologize, Mr. De Santiis. My Italian is a little rusty." she began.
"There's no need to apologize, signorina. My English is more than adequate to communicate with you, and please call me Antonio. Let me pay the cab so I can show you where you'll be staying."
Molly nodded and walked over to the boot of the cab which was now opened, she hauled her luggage out and set it to the gravel parkway. Antonio came back after a few moments and took a hold of her suitcase.
"Allow me." he told her.
Molly didn't protest since her luggage was way too heavy for her tiny self to manage. Molly followed Antonio into the beautiful home where Molly couldn't help but let out a gasp at the inside of the house. It was just as beautiful on the inside as it was outside, while the curtains were set on each of the opened windows, all which had a different view of the lake, the furniture was like nothing Molly had ever seen in her life. She suspected one of the sofas was worth more than her flat itself.
"Come. Your room is upstairs."
Molly nodded and walked up the spiral staircase, which led them to a long corridor with many rooms; Antonio opened one of the rooms and let her go in first. Molly sucked in a breath at the sight of the room, a four-post bed sat in the middle, the duvet was a beautiful green color that matched amazingly with the mahogany wood of the bed, the furniture around the room was made to match the bed. The French doors were open which caused the curtains to flap silently and allowing the wonderful breeze to fill the room.
"Wow, this is beautiful." she whispered.
Antonio let out a laugh and nodded; he set her suitcase in the room and turned to look at her.
"Your fiancé has instructed me to let you rest. I'll come fetch you when dinner is ready."
Before Antonio could exit the room, Molly took a hold of his arm.
"Please. It's still so early; I don't want to spend my first day cooped in the house. No matter how beautiful it is..."
The man gave her an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry signorina, but this is what Signore Kingsley wants. He has given me permission to show you the town and take you shopping first thing in the morning. For tonight, I would suggest you get rest. There will be plenty of time to go off and... how do you say it? Explore the town."
He gave her a mischievous smirk before exiting the room. Once the mousy brunette was left on her own she jumped on the bed and let out a moan as the soft duvet touched her delicate skin, her muscles relaxed and she could feel sleep take over her immediately. Molly had awoken for dinner, lemon fused fish, and she had fallen right back to sleep she blamed jet lag.
The next morning Molly woke up feeling a little too excited, she had taken a bath in the beautiful claw foot tub. Molly was fortunate enough to have running water, Antonio had mentioned to her during breakfast that the villa was among the few places that had modern plumbing, she was grateful for that. Molly put on a red bikini underneath a gorgeous red polka dot dress she had bought especially for the trip. Molly didn't own many dresses... or bikinis for the matter, so she had gone on a full shopping spree especially for the trip. She deserved it; Molly Hooper never spent money on herself, after slipping on some sandals the young woman headed downstairs to meet Antonio.
The two took a cab into town, she was like a school child on a field trip exciting to be amongst the locals she wanted to see everything, experience the culture, and just be a part of the everyday life. The first stop on their list was the market place; she was excited to get a little shopping done.
"Signorina, I have some business in town I must take of for signore Kingsley. Will you be ok by yourself for a while?"
Molly grinned widely before nodding.
"Sure. I'll stay close; go do whatever is need to be done." she waved him off.
The man nodded his thanks and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Molly on her own.
Molly held the lovely silk scarf against her fair skin; she had always secretly believed that green looked lovely on her. The woman at the stand noticed her admiring the piece and smiled at her.
"That looks very pretty on you." she said in very broken English, that Molly almost had a little trouble understanding.
"You can have." she said.
Molly quickly shook her head "Oh no, please I insist on pay-"
"No, no. You keep it ok?" she told her.
Molly gave her a friendly grin and wrapped it around her neck.
"Are you sure? Thank you!"
The woman nodded and gave her a big grin, after returning it, Molly turned on her heel and began walking, she had to admit, she was feeling pretty good about herself, the people here were so kind and lovely. Molly spotted a fruit stand and hurried over to it, examining the variety of fruits the stand had to offer, Molly decided to go with the figs, only buying a few to eat while she continued browsing the stands.
Antonio had been gone for half an hour now, but she didn't really mind being on her own, despite the whining she had done over the phone the day before. Molly walked over to a stone wall and hopped over to sit on it, she was actually surprised she had managed to get over on her first try. With her feet dangling freely underneath she ate her figs contentedly, watching the daily life go on in front of her. Amongst the voices in the background her ears caught on to a familiar baritone voice, which caused her to stop mid bite. No, it couldn't be possible could it? He wouldn't be here, it was just her imagination, but no, Molly heard the voice again, speaking rapidly in Italian. Turning her head to the source, her mouth fell open to a small 'o' shape as she observed the man a few meters away, speaking quickly to one of the merchants. Molly couldn't believe her eyes, it was Sherlock Holmes.
