"Can u please stop texting me or I will actually kill you by drowning you in a pool filled with toffee popcorn" Molly shouted as she opened the door to her (gay) best mate.

John smirks, pocketing his phone, as he holds a bag of popcorn to himself. He is drenched, blond hair dark and slick against his face, "About time."

"You look like one of those models on the TV who stand out in the rain on a doorstep looking really cute just waiting for your girlfriend." she muttered as she grabbed the popcorn and began to eat her way through the bag.

"Should I be flattered?" John whines as his popcorn is stolen, "You said you didn't like toffee!"

She walked through the living room where a large 50 inch TV was sitting with The Hobbit menu on the screen and the music blasting through the speakers. "Of course you should be. Except you wouldn't be waiting on your girlfriend's doorstep, would you?" she smirked at him before she plonked herself onto the sofa. "I'm hungry!"

John sneers at her, rolling his eyes, before pouting now, throwing himself onto the sofa as well. "But I was rationing it!' he protests, distracted by the movie menu now.

She placed her feet on John's lap and began to play the movie. "You just avoided my mention of your sexuality. You never do that."

John shrugs, "Dunno." he avoids her question, turning his eyes onto the screen as he reaches for the popcorn, "Hush, the movie has started."

"I know that you wanna watch this movie desperately but you know, if anything's wrong, you can talk to me. After the movie, before the movie starts, whenever." She said placing her hand on his thigh as she spoke.

John glances over at her once with a flicker of his blue eyes and he nods, "We'll talk after the movie." his voice is subdued but he turns back to the television, pretending to be preoccupied.

She let the movie play without interrupting her friend, only talking when she asked him what pizza he wanted so that she could order them some food. The pizza arrived half way through the movie and they silently eat it while still watching the film.

John chews, uncomfortable now due to the unspoken silence between Molly and himself, but the movie is a good and he finds himself absorbed in watching it, other thoughts pushed away.

Once the movie ends, Molly lets the movie's soundtrack play on but lowers the volume so that she can talk to John. "You can't get away from this conversation, you know. No matter how hard you try, I will talk to you about this cause you seem sad most of the time, John."

"It's not..." John sighs, "I'm not... sad. Why would I be?" He averts his gaze, "It was a good movie."

"I'm not talking about the movie and you know it." Molly said sternly, losing most of her patience with her supposed best friend. "You need to talk to someone about this. You don't have to talk right this second but in a few days you need to let all this crap out. You don't even have to talk to me, just someone."

John sighs, looking down now, at his feet, which he draws to his chest, now that Molly has sat up. "I guess... you know Harry came out earlier this year, right?"

"Yeah, it's the only thing people talked about for weeks."

"Yeah... well..." John sighs, "My parents didn't really... react well to that."

"That's only cus your parents listen to all that religious... stuff."

"Yeah... that..." John licks his lips, "They did... kick her out, and disown her..."

"Where is she staying at the moment?" Molly asked, moving closer to John.

"With her girlfriend, Clara?" John's eyes flicker to hers, they are grateful, "Well and I... it's easier to... to say I'm not gay." He twists his hands together nervously.

"Well at least she has somewhere to stay..." Molly stated, taking a breath before continuing. "I can't say that I understand what you are going through but I know it's now easy to let people know who you really are. Just try and find out who you are yourself. Spend some time getting to know who you are and then, only then, should you even start to consider telling your parents."

"And get what? A beating, an exorcism, kicked out?" John shakes his head, "It's not... that easy." He bites his lip. This was precisely why he had not felt about talking about this, "I don't... I'm not even sure myself yet. And this is... easier."

"I don't think your parents would go that far." Molly admitted, looking John straight in the eye. "At the moment they are just angry and hurt because their daughter isn't who they thought she was."

"And what if they find out their son isn't, either?" John looks away sharply, 'Molls... I want you to drop it."

Molly tried to stay calm, focusing on her breathing so that she could keep a calm frame of mind on the whole subject. For years Molly had lied to herself and her family about who she was instead opting to be the shy, meek child when really she should have shown others who she really was. Then John came along and made her realise that no matter how she acted she would always have friends. That's why he was a good friend and that's exactly what she wanted to be to him in a time when he needed her most.

"I know this isn't easy, admitting all this to me but I wanna help so I need to understand what is going on in that head of yours first" Molly said.

"I know you do." His hand finds hers, as if he is still the child she met, when he first transferred over, when he reached out to her and said, smiling, Hello, I'm John, what's your name?, as if they were still those children, but now facing issues too large for them to wrap their minds around. "I don't think... I mean. I 've never looked at a boy twice... just... the girls don't attract me. I've always thought that meant something was wrong, until Harry came out. They said they... I mean... people who were gay were monsters. I knew Harry wasn't... I know she isn't."

She squeezed his hand as he spoke, trying to show him that she was there for him no matter what. "That's fine, totally fine. You are allowed to love whoever you want to love, no matter what others around you say. Your parents are just old fashioned. They don't understand that every day the world around them is changing and because they aren't changing with the times, one day they will find themselves alone with no one around them."

John feels his cheeks growing hot, tears splash down onto his lap. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "No one wants that for their parents..." he takes in ragged breath, "I don't know... I think... when the time comes I'll just... cross the bridge when I get to it."

She stands up and grabs a box of tissues that are sitting on the coffee table. She offers them to John before she speaks. "I know. I know. Your parents may just be in shock at the moment and in a few weeks they will call your sister back and everything will be ok. Of course you should take your time with everything. I just don't want you to lose out on having all the experiences that you should have: gay or straight experiences!"

John cracks a smile at that, dabbing at his eyes discreetly. "Of course you wouldn't. You're my matchmaker, after all."

"Yeah and I bet that Sherlock Holmes could be your first experiment." she smirks at him before leaning into John's body, placing her head in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.

John puts his arms around her as well, almost automatically, "You're going to be wrong..." he hums, "No way is a French swot going to want anything to do with me."

"Let's see dear Watson, let's see."

Molly falls asleep, wrapped around each other on the sofa.

John spends the night, sleeping soundly, held by his best friend. It's not until morning light comes, and he pries his eyes open, crusted over by the remains of tears as he remembers his problems. He gently nudges Molly, "Molls..."

Molly slept quite well, although the first thought that entered her mind when she was suddenly woken up was about a pain in her neck. "Mmmmm..."

John feels the crick in his neck too, but there are other thoughts on his mind, "We've got to pick up Mr Frenchy soon." he reminds, yawning himself as he pulls away.

"Do we have time for breakfast? I think we might have some frogs' legs in the fridge." she smiled at John whilst she got up off the sofa and moved towards the kitchen. "You might want to change. Your spare clothes are still in the last drawer of my chest of drawers if you need them."

John nods, "I'll go... better get that microwaved." he smiles at her, before heading off to Molly's room, grabbing his clothes, and marching into the bathroom. He looked a mess, and he decided to put in a little effort, for this Sherlock Holmes. Not for himself, of course, oh no, he could hardly afford to show up Molly.

Molly microwaved the food, doing her hair at the same time deciding to use the bathroom after John has finished in there. She grabbed a spoon and started to eat the porridge that had just come out of the microwave. "Food's ready if you want any."

John appeared, looking much more refreshed, sat down beside Molly, picking up a spoon and helping himself to Molly's bowl of porridge. "Ta." he says lowly, "So, excited to meet your future boyfriend?"

"Oh, yeah? My future boyfriend? The way you have dressed suggests that I might have competition on that front!" Molly said, eating another spoon of porridge.

John flushes, if only a little. "It's nothing special!" He defends. "I'm capable of cleaning up my act, Hooper." He bops her nose, "Some of us don't have amazing good looks and sparkling personality to carry us, some of us have to work with what we've got."

"Haha, you blushed and you never clean your act up for me. Don't I ever get to see you like this, all dashing and charming" She headed towards the door, picking up the keys to her dad's car as she went.

"You're different!" John protests, "I am no blushing! This is my natural colour!" He follows after her, closing the door behind him.

"How am I different? And yes you are blushing. A very dark red color!" Molly hinted, staring at John as he blushed further.

"Maybe I got sun burnt!" John says defensively, hands going to cup his cheeks, "You're my best friend. Of course you're different."

"Sun burnt! In this weather! You have been in my house since 6 o'clock yesterday. Amazingly the sun can't penetrate through bricks and glass!" Molly said as she opened the car door and threw the keys to John before getting into the passenger's side of the car.

"Beware, the dangers of the sun." John says darkly, now drawing his hood up to hide his face, "I nearly melted yesterday! This could be a side effect!" He takes the keys and climbs into the driver's seat, inserting them in, and starting the engine.

"I'm sure that yesterday, before you came into my house and soaked the carpet; you nearly melted due to the rain not the sun! Now hurry up and get me to the airport before French boy gets bored waiting around for us to arrive."

"He can speak English, it's not like he'd get lost." John says sulkily, getting on the road, "You don't know that for sure... I nearly died out there!"

"Mmmm I suppose." Molly muttered, putting on her sunglasses that lay on the dashboard as the sun was finally starting to come out after all the rain the previous day. "Yeah, that's a little bit of an exaggeration."

"No it isn't... look the sun is out to get me again." John pouts at her, before focusing on the road.

" It's the sun, John, not a Darlek out to kill you. Just put on some sun screen and you will be fine." She starts to relax into the car seat, letting the sun hit her skin through the car windows. "Can we open a window? It's getting a little bit warm in here."

"Can't stand my hotness?" John mutters as he helps her roll down a window, chuckling.

"Yeah it's just overwhelming." she laughed.

John nods, "Knew it." he says, pretending to be smug, as he continues to drive, "Sooooooo... what do you think this Sherlock is going to be like?"

"I don't know. I don't meet many French boys on the streets of London. Although I suspect that that often happens to you. Especially in clubs." she said winking at him when she managed to catch his eye.

John laughed, shaking his head, "You know I barely remember my club experiences, and you've been with me most of the time. Who's the one exaggerating now?"

Molly looks at John seriously before raising her eyebrows at her best friend, "Were you really that drunk that you can't remember what happened? Three of the times that we have been to a club, at least one boy each time checks you out. You end up talking to him and then you disappear for 5 minutes. You can't tell me that not one of those boys was French?" Molly finished winking at John before rummaging through her bag to find a magazine to read.

"Just because they can speak French doesn't mean they are French." John complains, "And I don't remember any of it, not really. Certainly not a name quite like Sherlock."

Not taking her eyes of the magazine for a minute Molly replies, "Mmmm I suppose that's true...and I agree with the Sherlock name thingy. It sounds more English than French. Like old English, it's defiantly not a modern English name though."

"True..." John muses, "Wonder how high his mother was when she first saw him, hmm?" He parks the car, properly in a lot, checking the rear-view mirror as he does.

"She probably looked at him and thought that she should give him revenge for all the pain that she had just been through during his birth... That's probably not true though cus his real name is actually William and that's a pretty normal name to give a child." As the car pulls into the car park, Molly gets out of the car, slamming the door shut as she begins to head towards the main entrance of the airport.

"I have no idea. Maybe he went through a weird phase when he was younger and forced his parents to change his name. Would make sense, especially after some of the stuff he said in the letters. He seems to be a right character." Molly replied, entering the famous airport and looking around to find the arrivals board, "No I haven't had a look to see if his plane is delayed. Didn't have enough time cus of how late we woke up. If his plane is delayed then we can have a look round. See if there is anywhere to get a nice cuppa tea for you, dear Watson. I know what you're like without your morning tea."

John waggles his eyebrows, "Would you pay for it?" he teases, nudging her, and then laughing, "Let's go get me a cuppa, it's still early... don't you want anything?"

"Dream on Watson, Dream on." Molly muttered, looking in her handbag to see if she had picked up her purse. "Yeah, I will see if they have anything I fancy. Porridge fills me up quite a bit so I don't think I will have much."

"Why not a cuppa?" John pouts, "First toffee, now this? Molly Hooper, are your taste buds functioning?"

"You know I'm not a tea person. I much prefer a lovely strong cup of coffee to keep my brain going through the long days that one has to go through when they are studying for their A levels. Yes, my taste buds are perfectly fine thank you very much!" Molly said pouting back at John like a kid who didn't get what she wanted when she went to the sweet shop.

"Tea works for me..." John pouts as well, as they walk into a shop, "I doubt so... How are you going to feed this Sherlock? He'll die of food poisoning before the first week's out."

Molly looked around the shop spotting a free table in the corner that they could sit and talk at for a few minutes before Sherlock's flight arrived. She quickly made her way to the table before anyone else could get there, "Get me a skinny cappuccino and some custard creams. You're paying." She shouted, sitting down at the table, pulling her half-read magazine out of her bag.

"Wait a minute .Did you just call me a bad cook John Hamish Watson?"

"Oi!" John whines, "That's not fair!" Regardless, he pays for the order, sulkily, "I'm telling you the truth."

"Yes it is fair, I paid for the pizza last night... and before you say that you bought the popcorn, remind me. How much does popcorn actually cost?" Molly replied taking the cappuccino from John as he makes his way back to the table.

"A lot." John says defiantly, sitting down to sip his tea, "Not monetary cost, even though that's already huge. But it took time, and effort, and devotion. Plus I had to shield it in the rain. And ration it. That Popcorn, was invaluable."

"Invaluable my arse, John Watson. Popcorn costs, what, about £1-£3? That pizza cost me over £10 and I had to supply drinks and the movie." Molly sighed taking a sip of her cappuccino before continuing the lecture. "I suppose you did protect it from the rain but rationing it? You do realise that food is meant to be eaten, not treated like we're all back in the 1940's."

John rolls his eyes at her, leaning back in his chair, "But I was stuck outside a house...with no food or water... for days..." He gives her puppy dog eyes, "Rationing was important... the way the popcorn tasted... it was priceless."

"Haha, very funny Watson. Maybe you should become an actor when you're older? You seem to be doing a good job of making me feel bad just because I have little legs that don't let me run down two flights of stairs quick enough for your royal highness here!" Molly responded, taking the spoon out of the cup, sucking on it so that she could remove all the froth from her drink whilst giving John a hard look as she did so.

"It's a career option." John rewards with a lazy shrug, unfazed, sipping his tea, "To be fair, I was waiting for centuries down there."

Molly nearly choked on her drink. She knew that John was one for exaggerating but that was a little bit over the top. "Centuries!? You waited, like, 10 minutes max. Look I can even prove it to you." She takes out her phone, going onto her messages and then onto John, showing him that only 8 minutes had passed between the time that he had sent her the first message and her final text that night.

John looked her straight in the eye as he drained his tea, "Every minute feels like a century waiting for you, Molls."

Molly looked at him the same way that John was. "Sometimes you are really sweet, you know that?"

John chuckled, picking down his tea cup, "Sometimes, she says."

"Yeah... well... you know I don't mean it in a bad way. It's just sometimes you go all serious on me and I know that you're going through a tough time at the moment but sometimes a worry about you cus you go all moody and you don't talk to me for days. And sometimes... sometimes I worry that you won't come back to me... that you won't be all nice and sweet and caring... like the John I know and love." Molly says, trying to keep her emotions under control as they are in a public place about to meet a guy that she would have to entertain for the next three weeks.

John glances at her curiously, before clearing his throat, his face softening. "I'm sorry for being such a prick..." He sighs. "It's just... difficult. It seems... that things keep getting harder, and nothing is right anymore..." He shakes his head. "But you shouldn't worry about it, or me. Come on, chin up. You have a French boy to impress. Don't preoccupy yourself with me."

"Wait a minute. I haven't finished my biscuits and we haven't finished with our little heart to heart." She tries to pull John back down as he starts to leave the coffee but unfortunately she doesn't get her own way. In the end she grabs her biscuits and carries them with her so that she can save them for later.

"Don't need a heart to heart, Molly. Everything's fine. Anyway we spoke about most of it last night." He says breezily, as he makes his way to the departure gate. "Focus on your new French love interest, stop wasting precious time on me."

"Ok, if you insist. But seriously, can we stop on the whole French love interest business. I don't think he's my type anyway." Molly smoothly replied, trying to find out where they were supposed to find Sherlock.

"You never know until you see him." He insists, as he peers at the board, trying to make sense of the thing. "He'll come out at belt four."

"Well from his letters he just seems weird. I don't think I can date someone that I don't get on with." Molly mentions, as she links her arm in his and drags him to gate 4. "Come on then Watson. We need to find this French boy."

"You get on with him, said so yourself." John objects, allowing her to drag him along, "How will we know..? We don't even have a picture!"

"I said that I get along with him purely in a scholarly way. He has a very interesting mind and he is very clever, probably an absolute genius." Molly said continuing to drag John along as they carried on travelling to gate 4. "He said he will be wearing a black suit with a purple shirt underneath. He had black curly hair and will be carrying 3 chemistry textbooks and an iPhone. If we still can't find him, I have his mobile number so we can simply call him. If he doesn't reply then he hasn't landed yet because he said he will turn on his phone as soon as he lands."

"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" John wonders, before stopping. "Hang on, who wears a suit?! And chemistry textbooks?" He repeats in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I have thought this through. I asked him a few weeks ago about how we should spot him and he suggested all of the things that I mentioned. I just asked him for his phone number as well in case of an emergency and I think that we will need it over the next few weeks. Remember what I just told you about him, like five minutes ago? He's scholarly. Of cause he's carrying chemistry books." Molly said looking at John like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Although, I am not quite sure what the whole thing with the suit is about? Perhaps he has some kind of weird fetish."

John raises his eyebrow, a little unsettled now. "Right... Obviously... I don't see anyone wearing a suit, or carrying a ton of books..." He peers at the gate, "Might want to give that number a ring."

"Don't look at me like that, Mister!" Molly complained, poking John's arm as revenge. "We've only been here for a few minutes. We need to give him time to get off the flight, retrieve his bag and get through customs and you know how long that takes. I'm only going to ring that number when the last people walk through that door or we have been standing here for 20 minutes."

"Twenty minutes?" John groans, looking crestfallen. "Maybe the super genius can be super efficient, too. Here's to hoping... Twenty minutes? Really?"

"Yes, twenty minutes. We need to give him some time to relax. We can't just barge into his life straight away. The time will fly by, especially if we are having fun."

John quirked an eyebrow. "You assume we're having fun?" He teased. "I need another cuppa... I as fighting the urge to fall asleep...I thought the whole point of him coming was so we could barge into his life."

"Yes of course we're having fun. You always have fun when you're around me." Molly joked, looking around to see if there was a coffee shop in the area. "I don't want him to hate us the second he meets us. That would make the next 3 weeks really... awkward... and difficult."

John snorted, but shook his head. "Who could hate you? I just think we should go get him... Make him feel welcome."

"Well we can make him welcome by buying him a coffee, one sugar, no milk." Molly said entering the Starbucks that was only a few paces away from gate 4.

"You got his coffee order down?" John is amused. "I should grab another tea..." He eyes the counter wistfully.

Molly just smiled. She was an organised person. Of course she had asked Sherlock how he took his coffee. "Get me a hot chocolate while you're at it." She said, briefly looking at the window to make sure that they didn't miss Sherlock while they were ordering drinks.

John does as he told, glancing over curiously as well but seeing no sign of any possible Sherlock Holmes as he moves to order drinks.

As John sits down, Molly's phone starts to ring.

"Maybe that's him." John says as he places their orders on the table.

"No. This is a landline." Molly replies, looking at the caller ID. "I'm gonna take this outside cus it's really noisy in here."

John nods. "Yeah course. I will wait just here."

John watches Molly as she takes the call outside the shop. She rarely talks, just listening to the caller most of the time, only replying once or twice. The call doesn't last long so soon, she is going back into the shop to sit at the table where John is waiting for her.

"What was that all about?" John questions her, drinking a sip of his tea.

"Ah, nothing. Just a call from O2 about my data usage." She replies swiftly before returning to the problem at hand."Kay, now I am starting to worry. It shouldn't be taking him this long to get through customs." Molly stated, getting her phone out of her bag, preparing to call him if he didn't turn up in the next few minutes. "Did you see him walk through the gate while I was on the phone?"

John nods. "Nope. Sorry. Told you that you should have called him." He clears his throat, sipping his drink.

Molly presses the call button on her phone, puts the phone to her ear, listening to the intermittent calling tone that carries on for 3 minutes before going to answer-phone. "Damn. He's not picking up the bloody phone." She says before calling him again.

"Come on, let's look out for him." John moves to stand, grabbing his tea.

Molly grabs Sherlock's coffee and her hot chocolate before following John as he walks through the airport sipping his tea.

"He can't have gone far. We were standing right in front of the gate. We can't have missed him. Anyway, if you were meeting someone at the airport wouldn't you wait for them or try calling them if they weren't there." Molly asked, running through all the things that could have happened to Sherlock.

"Stop panicking..." John tries to say, "Maybe he didn't see us and thought to look for us, honestly, it can't be too hard to find him. Could you try ringing him again?"

"I have lost my bloody exchange, I am allowed to panic." Molly argued, practically shouting at John before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "Yes I will ring him again. You're right, he's got to be around here somewhere."

John turns away, at the shouting, clearly uncomfortable, but clears his throat, "Yes... We'll find him." He says quietly, looking down at his cup of tea.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to shout, it's just that the school is going to kill me when they find out that I lost my exchange before I even met him." Molly admitted looking down at the floor in embarrassment.

"You didn't lose him." John reaches a hand, rubbing her arm, "Look, we'll find him... maybe we should start somewhere.." he scans the place, "Where do you think he'd be interested in heading?"

"He's scholarly so probably somewhere with books or something. Maybe... WHSmith? I just feel like it's all my fault.." Molly muttered, frantically looking around hoping to catch sight of a chemistry text book or a suit or anything that could tell her where Sherlock could be.

John rubs her arm, linking arms with her now, pulling her to a stop. "Relax... it's not like he could leave. Come on, well check in WHSmith."

"He could leave. Remember, he used to live here. Yep... WHSmith and then we can see if there's a Waterstones somewhere around here." Molly said using John's arm to lean on as she got more and more worried.

"When he was a child!" John points out, "I'm quite sure things have changed, and he has no place to stay." He helps her around, into the bookstore, "Look around..."

Molly starts looking around the bookstore, too nervous to reply to John's previous comments. When she doesn't spot a single person fitting the description Sherlock had given her, he walked back to the entrance of the shop. John was already there waiting for her and as she approached, he shook his head, "Let's go and see if there are any more bookshop around?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, of course." John answers, offering her his arm, and pulling her along, past the storefront.

Molly keenly followed John through the small area of the airport that Sherlock could possibly be in. They passed many shops before reaching an information board that showed the layout of the airport. On the map she spotted that there was a Waterstones close by. "Come on. This way." She said grabbing John and dragging him along after her.

John followed obediently enough, clutching his drink. He hoped to reassure her, that they would find this Sherlock Holmes, and part of him felt a little irked, that this exchange student would lead his best friend on such a wild goose chase around Heathrow.

Eventually they managed to find Waterstones. It was rather small and tucked away in the corner of the airport next to a giant Boots. However they found that they did not need to go into the store that they had been searching for because as Molly was about to start running to the entrance, she spotted a mop of curly black hair, bobbing up and down an aisle in Boots. She turned to look to see if it wasn't her eyes playing tricks on her.

John was surprised to feel Molly stop, turning around now, "Molls-" he starts.

By the time John had spoken, Molly was already walking into Boots. She stopped once she had entered because the person who owned the black curls came into view. It was defiantly Sherlock Holmes. Even a blind person could tell that.

John stops after her, tea in hand, and falls silent, his eyes scanning the stranger. So this... was Sherlock Holmes?

"It's him? Positive?" He whispers to Molly.

"Positive" She whispered.

"Well, go on then..." John reaches over, taps the other boy's shoulder, "'Excuse me..."

"John..." she gulped but before she could say another word the boy had turned around and was now facing them.

Molly was frozen on the spot when she saw him. He had the bone structure of a model but at the same time not looking like a model. Stick thin in a way that made him look slightly underweight but at the same time a perfect size for his frame. Tall. Very tall. That made Molly a little bit scared of him because he easily over-towered her by at least 5 inches but despite the height difference, in her opinion he was bloody gorgeous.

John seemed to recover faster than she did, for he cleared his throat now, "You don't happen to be Sherlock Holmes, do you?" He decides to put it out there, tilting his head, "Fresh off the plane from France?"

While John spoke, Molly looked at the floor willing herself to calm down before looking back up at him again.

She managed to calm herself down enough to look back up at him again, hoping that the person standing in front of them was in fact Sherlock Holmes because if it wasn't she would be deeply upset.

John is waiting expectantly for an answer, glancing over at Molly. He can clearly see she is affected, and gives her a small nudge, encouraging her forward.

"Hi, I'm-"

"Yes, I know. You're Molly Hooper and this is your best friend John Watson. You have known each other for about 5 years but have only recently become close friends, maybe because John's brother has recently come out and Molly was a good friend to come to when you needed someone to talk to. Molly's parents are together, both probably doctors or some job in the medical profession while John's parents are together but going through difficulties, definitely due to your brother's recent declaration. Any curses that you want to get out of the way before we leave?" Sherlock finished, looking at them both intensely.

"B-but..." John stammered, "But that's... brilliant..." His tea leaves his hand, splashing on his feet, "Damn..."

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