So... here it is, the inevitable Mollstrade Drabbles. I knew they were coming the moment I realized that I was delving into a Mollstrade universe. I have this one and another one that came to me at the same time. I'm hoping to have time to do that one today as well. As with the Eurstrade drabbles and plot bunnies, the short chapters in this one will be connected to this universe, but still standalone chapters. If there are longer, separate stories outside of this one which are referred to, I will state that, but "What's Best for Friends" is the foundational one in this universe. I hope readers who have been following me and who ship Mollstrade/Lestrolly enjoy my efforts. I find myself conflicted. I've always been Sherlolly but Mollstrade has really grabbed me firmly lately too. :-O So what's a girl who adores both Sherlock and Greg, and both with Molly, to do? Write them in separate universes, of course!
What Sherlock Missed
Genre: Family/Friendship
Pairings: Greg and Molly
Main characters: Greg and Sherlock
Mollstrade tie-ins: Tick Tock
"Scott is a good name, you know," Sherlock said, casually, seemingly out of the blue. Greg, standing next to him and checking something in his notes, looked up.
"What was that?" he replied, still only half distracted by the case they had just wrapped up. As usual, Sherlock had moved on seamlessly, and nearly immediately. Solved cases were no longer of any importance to him, something Greg had learned a long time ago. Sherlock did one thing at a time, did it very well, and then moved on without a single glance behind him.
"Scott. It's a good name. Short, traditional yet modern. Easy to remember." Sherlock smiled, still gazing off into the distance somewhere in that way he had that indicated contemplation and reflection.
"Simple and straight-forward, not like 'Greg', hey?" Lestrade said, lighthearted sarcasm tinging his voice, his mood having been lightened considerably by the way the day had turned out. He glanced over at Sherlock, laughing.
Sherlock looked over at him and grinned, the smile crinkling his eyes with true amusement. "Yes, well…" seemed to be his wordless, reply. Had Sherlock been like most people, he may have offered a self-deprecating shrug of the shoulders. But Sherlock Holmes wasn't prone to self-deprecation, in any form.
"So, you've somehow deduced that Molly is having a boy, then?" Greg's curiosity was piqued, wondering just how much Sherlock had figured out.
"Well, obviously. I knew she was pregnant before she did, and certainly before you did. I couldn't convince John and Mary to name Rosie after me, I thought maybe since you're actually having a boy I'd give it another go with a more reasonable suggestion than naming your child 'Sherlock'. 'Scott' seems a more likely choice to be seriously considered."
"Ah, 'Scott' and not 'William', then? Mr. William Sherlock Scott Holmes?" Greg studied his friend's face, a crooked, wry smile on his own.
"Well, I'm simply lowering my expectations to something that may actually be placed under serious contemplation. You know, start small and work my way up. I have yet to eliminate 'William' from the campaign. Of course, Molly is young enough yet. You may still have another someday. I haven't given up hope of having a namesake just yet."
Greg grinned warmly. "We'll take that under advisement," he said, sounding like he was promising.
It was more than just a casual 'we'll see' sort of promise. The truth of the matter was, Greg and Molly had already discussed names, and both 'William' and 'Scott' had already become shoo-ins.
Greg Lestrade was a far better detective than Sherlock believed, however, and it was clear to him, based not only on what Sherlock had said, but also on the subtle subconscious clues of body language that Greg had developed a keen eye for over the years - and a keen one with regards to Sherlock himself in particular - that Sherlock was only suggesting one of those names for this particular baby. The truth of the matter was, Greg and Molly already knew what they were having, and Sherlock was correct in deducing a boy, however he had managed to do that.
What the world's only consulting detective had missed, however, was the fact that those two names, chosen in his honour, were not to be bestowed upon the same boy.
Greg and Molly were already over the moon with excitement, but the look on Sherlock's face when he swept into Molly's room in the maternity ward and saw twins, would be absolutely bloody priceless.