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Please be warned this part has some smut. It's not porn smut or too graphic smut but there is some nice loving smut. Might make some uncomfortable but I don't think it's bad uncomfortable. It's simply a flashback of Sherlock and Molly the night they made love…So…um…yeah…maybe you'll enjoy?

~*~The Disappearance~*~

~*~Part 2 ~*~

Molly: What do you need?

Sherlock: You.

-The Reichenbach Fall. Sherlock. Season 2, ep. 3

'…She is the most harmless and often the most useful of mortals…'

-The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

~*~SHERLOCK~*~

"What? You are having Sherlock's baby? Sherlock Holmes?! H-How did that happen?" John asked after he was able to find his voice.

Molly gifted him a small smile and there was now a slight twinkle of mischief in her dark beautiful eyes. "Well, doctor, surely you know how making babies happen…Hell, you even have a daughter but if you don't know…There is something called sex and trust me the night in question…The sex was quite good! Though if you are asking 'how' did Sherlock and I…ended up…together…having quite good sex…" Molly paused for a moment.

If John was looking into her eyes he would have noticed that she was now lost in a memory.

"That's a bit private…" She finally replied softly, still lost in a pleasant memory. "But that night…I needed him, really needed him…and…well…"

She would always remember that night. Always.

~*~SH~*~SH~*~

Molly felt cold. So very cold.

With her shaking hands she attempted to gather the blanket the paramedics had given her earlier tightly around her. Molly glanced over at Sherlock.

There he was standing so straight and tall near her. His face a beautiful cold mask yet his eyes…So intelligent, so very sharp and focused…they were so very alive!

Molly couldn't help but wish she could feel alive herself…Or even feel warm once more instead of feeling this ice cold numbness that seemed to sink deeper into her bones and heart with every passing second.

Molly feared she'd never feel warm again.

Sherlock had rescued her and got her out of that blasted coffin…A coffin that already had a corpse inside it.

Sherlock had also got her away from the police, Lestrade, and others demanding answers as well as the paramedics with their concern…

While still in a daze she had dimly heard details of how Sherlock caught and handled her kidnapper. All she had known was that he had gotten her out of the coffin and out of the ground…He had found her. Then he was surprisingly never far from her side. If she had been thinking more clearly she might have questioned it…wondered it's meaning…but…all she could think about was how cold she was and wonder why she couldn't control herself from shaking.

His hands were filthy with dirt and his face was slightly bruised…Yet he remained close by. His face was a hard pale stone with eyes that watched her so very carefully.

Honestly she wasn't sure why he watched her. She was even surprised that he hadn't simply turned and walked away thinking that another case was solved so back to Baker Street and wait for another case interesting enough to intrigue him.

Yet, he hadn't done that. He stood close by as if waiting. For what, Molly would never know but the second she whispered to Lestrade who had been so gentle and kind towards her that she wanted to go home…that she no longer wanted to deal with his questions or overwhelming concern…

Sherlock had suddenly been there, growling and snapping at Lestrade and everyone else. Saying that if Molly was up to talking then she'd do so when she was ready and not before. Tonight, however, she was going home.

She vaguely remembers him carefully and a little awkwardly putting his arm around her and leading her away from everyone…Away from all the lights, noise, and questions…

Molly didn't even remember the cab ride except she was certain that she rested against him. Her still shaking hands had desperately grabbed at his lovely wool Belstaff.

Normally, one could tell Sherlock didn't like much contact with people but he had not stiffened in distaste or even attempted to pull away. In fact his arms seemed to help pull her closer. They never once spoke a word.

Other than Sherlock giving the cabbie Molly's address, nothing else had been said. Not even when Sherlock walked her to her door. Still touching her this time with a strong kind hand upon her arm and staying quite close.

He opened the door to her flat, Molly wasn't sure if he had quickly picked her lock or had taken her key. Not that it mattered really. All that mattered was he was still by her side.

He helped her inside and even turned on her light. Sherlock shoved his hands into his coat's pockets to silently study her for a while.

Molly simply stood there in her flat. Now hopefully safe yet she still was feeling so frozen yet emotionally raw at the same time…She felt uncertain. She was wanting…Longing to suddenly feel alive once more. She bit her lip.

She watched Sherlock suddenly move around her flat. Looking around and turning on the rest of her lights. It was as if he wanted to show her that everything was alright that she was indeed safe once more. She even dimly heard him speak to Toby and filled his food bowl as well as gave him fresh water. When he came back to Molly's side she hadn't moved a muscle.

Sherlock sighed and ran a hand roughly through his curls and for a moment he actually looked uncertain, yet his beautiful eyes regarded hers steadily.

"Molly…" He finally asked very softly. "Do you…need anything?"

Molly simply stared at him. Yes. She needed…Something…Actually she needed more than something…More than anything…She needed…needed Sherlock. Her Sherlock.

Molly finally moved, taking a few hesitant steps towards him before stopping as close as she dared. Wondering if she should even…perhaps…could she? Tell him what she suddenly needed…yearned for in fact?

Sherlock leaned in even closer to gently take her by the shoulders.

"Molly, talk to me…Do you need anything?" He repeated his question. Oh, his voice…His simple touch made her long to feel warm again. Made her yearn to beg that he help her feel alive…Make her feel human again…She wanted to believe in miracles and happy endings and that in the end of the day she was going to be just fine.

She didn't want to think about the fact that she had been buried alive with a corpse…or that she felt this overwhelming fear that she wondered if it would ever go away.

Yes, she was safe now. Free from that horrible coffin but why did she still feel trapped inside that very coffin that Sherlock had rescued her from?

Molly needed…God she needed something…Something only Sherlock could give her…Himself.

"You." Molly finally found herself admitting out loud. Tone was soft and certain. There was no doubt at all what she wanted…needed.

With wet eyes her hands reached out to grab at his tall strong body. So steadfast and solid…so warm. She knew with a faith that could move mountains that Sherlock could make her warm. Make her feel alive and human…He could drive away the horrible painful coldness that she was experiencing.

"I…I needed you, Sherlock, please I need you." Molly replied in a desperate whisper.

Sherlock pulled her close to him as he promised her, "You have me, Molly. See, I'm right here and you are completely safe now."

Molly closed her eyes and held him just as tight. Breathing in his wonderful masculine scent. Yearning for him to truly understand what she was saying.

"Sherlock…" She breathed his name before saying more clearly. "You are such a brilliant man. So very brilliant and I lov—like that about you."

She opened her eyes as he spoke two simple words. "I know."

Molly pulled back a tad bit to look into his eyes before admitting, "Unlike you, I enjoy feeling human."

She felt him stiffen against her yet she continued, "I do see it, you know, your human side. Especially when you think no one is watching. I even understand and respect your need to guard yourself. I really do. I even understand your coldness, your cruelty or even your need to manipulate to get what you want."

Molly reached up and lovely touched his face. She noticed that he didn't even flitch or pull away. Oh how she loved him. A part of her was wishing he could love her right back. Yet knowing Sherlock would never…could never love her in return.

Unlike him she didn't mind emotions. However right now she felt nothing. Just what seemed to be a never ending coldness.

"I really wouldn't change a thing about you." Molly told him honestly. "Except your need for drugs…or when you knowingly hurt your friends."

"Molly there are perfectly logical reasons for that...and I haven't in a long—"Sherlock attempted to tell her before she pressed her fingertips to his lips. Molly shook her head; she didn't want to get into all that. Not now. At this moment the great consulting detected needed to understand what she was saying.

She needed him…

"I love you and I honestly don't care if all you can give me is your friendship. I'll take it and accept it like I have always accepted everything from you." Molly decided to be even more honest with him as she felt tears start to fall.

For some reason the coldness within her had deepened and soon she'll be nothing more than ice. She'd become a shell perhaps never feeling anything ever again and that thought almost scared her.

She could easily be dead inside and she didn't want others to wonder if it had really been for the best that Sherlock had gotten her out of the coffin.

Sherlock took her cold shaking fingers from his lips and brushed a small chaste kiss against the palm of her hand.

"I know." Sherlock informed her softly with a sad note in his tone, before he let her hand go so he could carefully wipe away her tears.

Of course, the great Sherlock Holmes would know this. It's his business to know what others don't know…Yet Molly suspected that others also knew of her love for Sherlock.

Sherlock, who sometimes misses some things, couldn't miss that. Not after everything they had gone through together…and what she had done for him and would always be willing to do for him, time and time again. She loved him no matter how many times she tried to move on. She still did. It was as if she couldn't help herself. She'd do anything for him. Risk her career, her life, hell even her very soul.

She blinked at him before replying, still hating this coldness that was within her. Spreading to her hurting and possibly damaged soul. "You once needed me…Do you still?"

This time it was Sherlock who blinked, it actually made him look quite charming when he did that. "Of course! I will always need you! You're my pathologist…and…and my friend. Even though John's my best friend…you are a close second."

"Sherlock…right now…I…I need you." Molly repeated carefully before she attempted to explain herself, which if it wasn't for the coldness trying to take over everything about her she would have been highly embarrassed…but at the moment…She honestly didn't care. He needed to understand what exactly she wanted…needed from him. If he rejected her, so be it. She would know then that she should have remained inside that coffin…

"I need you, Sherlock…Tonight. Now. Just…Just for tonight turn off your brilliant brain and allow yourself to be a human male with a human female. J-Just…please…Sherlock please…I need to feel human again…to…to feel alive…and to do that I need you to help me! Please! I want to be warm…Take way the coldness, Sherlock…I'm so cold and I'm afraid…that I'll never be warm again…So please…"

She noticed that her words shocked him as he realized…

"Molly…I'm not sure…I c—"He attempted to find the words to say that wouldn't destroy her.

"I know I might not be your type. Perhaps I'm not attractive enough for you or even smart enough or…or…clever enough…Hell, perhaps I'm not really all that important to you or matter to you all that much!"

"You are very attractive and quite clever…Also, you do matter, Molly! You are very impor—"

She wasn't sure what to believe or even think anymore…All she knew was that she was starting to feel like pure ice. Ice so brittle and cold that any minute it was crack into a million shattered pieces.

"Oh, fake it if you must!" Molly declared almost angrily, not sure she had the strength to really be angry. "You are good at lies! Simply pretend that it's for some twisted case. I know the truth, Sherlock, I don't really count at all. I've never counted!"

Sherlock grabbed her harshly and for a second it looked as if he wanted to shake her. "Damn it, Molly, I'm not bloody lying! You do count, you have always counted! Don't you see? Don't you observe? Think woman! If you were not important to me would I have even taken you home? Would I even be here right now?"

"Why are you here?" Molly asked softly.

"BECAUSE YOU MATTER AND I BLOODY CARE ABOUT YOU! GOD AREN'T YOU EVEN LISTENING!"

"Then…Prove it." Molly dared him. "Just this once, Sherlock, show me. Help me feel alive…Take away this coldness I'm experiencing. Help me feel human once more. Just this one time, that is all I ask of you. Will ever ask of you. We won't even speak of it ever again. Things can go back to normal but tonight…Let have something good out of all of this horror that I've gone through today. Help me be happy that I'm alive. Help me, please Sherlock, feel something other than this cruel horrible coldness. Please. If what you say is true…If I do matter…If you do care about me…show me. Go on…Prove it to me!"

Something flickered in Sherlock's eyes. He took a deep breath before he closed his eyes. When he reopened them something told Molly that he had come to a decision. She didn't have long to find out what that decision was. He bent his head and firmly took her lips with his.

The kiss was everything Molly had ever dreamed it could be. Sweet. Hot. It rushed away the icy coldness with a brilliant heated fire.. It was so passionate yet seemed possessive as well. A hard devouring heat truly perfect for chasing away the icy coldness within.

Molly knew instantly that she could lose herself in his arms and to be perfectly honest she did in fact want to lose herself in his embrace, in his heat, in his touch and his kiss…

It was a smoldering passion…Of course, there was no question about it, and she happily, quite willingly opened her lips to him and helped make the kiss deeper.

Goodness! Sherlock was sweeping her into a lovely world of pure sensation. Allowing him to touch her as she had always dreamed he would do.

At times he would pull back and Molly would beg him, threaten him not to dare stop. He made a sound of amusement at those moments before he revealed that he was attempting to remove clothing and the process would be a bit more enjoyable if she helped in the removal…He also suggested they go to her bedroom. Though she didn't really care where they made love. They could have done it on the sofa, even had sex on her floor…though on second thought…the floor could have used a quick vacuum so maybe not the floor then.

Anyway, they ended up in her bed, in her bedroom…His mouth finding hers and his touch firm and just so right.

Molly ended up beneath him as her body demanded more, needed more, so much more. Those lovely strong and confident hands upon her yearning flesh stroked so teasingly. Inciting, hell, inflaming the sweet passion between them.

Molly couldn't help but make noises of intense pleasure as Sherlock made it his goal that she would indeed feel alive… It seemed important to him that she believe that she did in fact matter to him. There were also times that he seemed to understand her frantic need to feel alive, to feel human. She wasn't completely sure he understood…but maybe, just maybe he did.

She simply needed to escape the madding nightmare of being buried alive with a corpse. She had been through hell and now Molly was desperate to find heaven in Sherlock's arms. Unsurprisingly, she was. She was also finding a sweet wonderful shelter within his arms. A true safe place. Her very own bolt-hole. Completely free of the horrors of being buried alive.

Sherlock made sure she was ready for him when the time came and of course she was. Desperately ready. So very ready in fact. He damn well knew it too. Molly had no doubt that any woman in his arms could ever 'fake' it with him nor could she get away with it, for he was Sherlock Holmes after all. Not that she even tried, for this was the man she had loved for so many years.

She eagerly met his thrusts as both their cries filled her no longer lonely bedroom.

Molly happily continued to cling to him. Unable to do much more than to hold on during the raising storm of passion. Her body eagerly met his thrusts as he drove deeper and deeper…She knew she kept looking at Sherlock with eyes full of desire and with so much love. She even dared to repeat out loud her love for him. He told her that he knew that and he could even accept that.

She found she could accept that Sherlock would never love her back. He might never really ever be hers for always but for this one single night…This one wonderful moment, he would always be her Sherlock, her lover, her heart even her world…At this moment he was hers.

Tonight was her night. She could be with the man she loved without fear of rejection. Without wondering or fearing what would happen tomorrow. He would and could take away the coldness and make her warm once more.

Molly Hooper was alive! And she was happy to be so. She could feel and more importantly she could trust this man with her life, her heart and her body…For tonight anyway. Only for tonight.

She had touched him back. Loved him completely. Showed him everything that was within her heard and that night Sherlock proved that he too could be human. Could be a man accepting everything that Molly threw his way.

Her body…His body…Coming together into a fiery tango of their own special dance that Molly secretly never wanted to end. Skin again hot sweaty skin, the coldness having been driven away.

Afterwards he drew the covers over them and held her awhile. That had surprised her but she was thankful that he hadn't simply gotten up to leave. Without a word spoken they came together once more later in the night and once again in the early morning light.

She had slept so peacefully in Sherlock's arms.

Hours later Molly woke alone with a cold teacup upon her end table with a few biscuits and a quickly scribbled note.

'Work knows you are not coming into work today. Must dash, I possibly have a 7 case. Text me if you must. Best Regards, Sherlock'

~*~SH~*~SH~*~

"Seriously? Sherlock actually left a note the morning after with the words, 'Best Regards'?" John asked looked a bit perplexed and even sounded more than a little offended on her behalf.

Molly gave him a halfhearted smile. "To be honest, I thought it was kind of sweet that he even took the time to leave me a note…or even make me tea."

The fact that Sherlock did those things didn't hurt her or destroy her heart at all. In fact it had made her wonder…Could he have actually meant it, he really did care. Something told her that he just might if she was willing to observe…But she was a bit too nervous about doing that. For what if it was simply her hopes and wishful thinking?

John shook his head. "You deserve better than that, Molly! So much better!"

She really didn't want better, just Sherlock…And now, she was going to have his baby. If she could never have him at least…she had their miracle.

"Oh, John, I fear you don't understand. I've never asked for better. It was only one night and after that night we both never spoke of it again."

"Well, now my annoying arse of a friend is going to be a father so…you two now need to talk about that night!"

Molly sighed before stating, "John at this time, I don't feel like talking about this to Sherlock. I honestly don't know if Sherlock even wants to be a father and I refuse to make him feel he has to be responsible or…or even say something cruel that I would never forgive him for. It's a bridge I'm not able to cross at this time. Maybe it's my fears talking…I don't really know. At the moment, my emotions are still out of control. I have stupid panic attacks in the bloody elevators here at work! Enclosed places scare me and I end up hating myself for it! Don't you see, I'm still a mess, John! I want to be a good parent and I want this baby…I'm just not ready to talk to Sherlock about this. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready."

John stared at her. "You will be a great Mum…No matter what the hell you've gone through but soon you are going to have to be ready to talk and tell Sherlock. He should know, even if the prick decides he doesn't want to be a responsible father. Hell, his parents are truly lovely people and this is their one chance at being grandparents, so please, whatever happens don't keep this gift out of their lives."

Molly rubbed at her tired eyes before looking at John thoughtfully, "I'll think about it…Though I still feel I need to get away from London for a while before Sherlock knows. I just don't know where to go…"

"Well…" John finally said after a long moment of silence. "I might know a good place for you to go and hide for a while, if that is really what you want…You see my pal Major Sholto offered me the use of a cottage he owns out in the middle of nowhere-"

~*~End of Part 2~*~

Okay, off to play with the next part. I hope it didn't disappoint and have a lovely day :-)