Molly ended up being able to leave work early, after all. With a smile, she got into her car. The engine roared to life and she clicked her seat belt in place. "Right on," she said. "I think I'll go home and wrap gifts. Good idea, Molls." She was careful as she pulled out of her parking spot, and onto the main road. "Homeward bound..."
Once she'd gotten home she fed a hungry little mob of cats, Toby, Frodo, and Jasper, had some tea, and wrapped the remainder of her gifts. It was bound to be a boring night so she called Sam to see if she had gotten home yet. In fact, she had and Molly invited her over for dinner and a movie, in other words, some much needed 'girl time.' By the time Sam got there, Molly had finished wrapping all her gifts. For Sam, she'd gotten a Marlon Brando movie collection, Mrs. Hudson, a little painting she really wanted, John, a jumper, and Mycroft, a new umbrella. She didn't bother getting anything for Sherlock. There was nothing he wanted and though she didn't wanted to, she decided against getting him something. Instead, she took him out for coffee a few days earlier, which he seemed to appreciate.
Sam and Molly cuddled up on the couch to watch White Christmas with Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby, with a pot of hot cocoa cooking away on the stove that was almost ready. "So, what'd you get Terrance for Christmas?" Molly asked her friend. Terrance was her boyfriend, and not to mention, Molly's other good friend. Sam giggled and rolled her head so she could see her friend. "I bought him some new books, some razors." Molly laughed and nodded her head. "Very romantic," she told her friend, who laughed too. "I try."
"Tomorrow's Christmas Eve," Molly said and sighed, out of anticipation, or fear of some sort. She met Sam's eyes. Her friend merely hugged her and smiled. "You need not worry, Mr. I'm-Too-Smart-For-My-Britches won't attack you or something…" Molly laughed and shook her head. "Maybe I want him to." Sam laughed at that and nearly fell off the couch. "I know, dear, I know. He just might, you never know." Molly's eyes widened at that, but she shook her head. "He doesn't feel anything for me, more than friendship, anyway." Sam just shrugged her shoulders. "You never know… He's a quirky fella."
Later that night, Sam and Molly sat in her kitchen munching on some takeout, the radio blasting. Molly jumped up when Laura Pergolizzi came on. "Gosh, I love this song." She turned up the radio a bit, and Sam laughed at her dance moves. "Into The Wild," Sam said with a smile. She danced along like the tomboy she was. Molly smiled as her friend, who was a in a band on the weekends, sang along with the lyrics.
Are we on the lonely side
Say oh now the past long away
Are we so lost in the dark of our hearts
That oh-oh-oh-oh there's no light of day, no-oh-oh
No-oh-oh-oh
One, two, three, four
By now Molly was nearly breathless, and she just leaned against her counter. Sam played with the fork in her lo mein as she sang, her neck moving the slightest bit as her voice rose a few octaves. Molly just smiled and watched her friend. She had closed her eyes and now she was holding her fork like a microphone.
Somebody left the gate open
You know we got lost on the way
Come save us, a runaway train, gone insane
How do we, how do we not fade?
How do we, how do we, how do we not fade away?
How do we, how do we all fall
Into the wild
How are we livin', livin', livin'
Into the wild
How are we livin', livin', livin'
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey
Molly tangled her fingers together and placed them over her mouth, watching her friend sing along. It was one of those moments you only ever witnessed a few times in your life. Sam didn't sing for anyone, unless she had an acoustic guitar in her hands and was sitting in a smokey bar. Molly suddenly realized how much like LP, the singer, she was. Funny how that works out…
Oh please believe me I'm more scared than not
That oh-oh-oh-oh this isn't the way
And please be there, I can barely hang on
But whoa-oh-oh I'll wait 'til I break, yeah-hey-hey-hey
Yeah-hey-hey-hey
Molly's phone vibrated in her pocket and she pulled it out. "Wow," she thought out loud. Sam gave her a raised eyebrow and asked, "Who's it from? That facial expression's only reserved for a few people. Is it Sherlock?" Molly giggled and opened the message.
Hey. You coming tomorrow? –SH
Sam laughed. "I'll take that as a yes." Molly made a face as she went to reply. She stopped though, looking over at Sam with a thoughtful expression. "Are you coming tomorrow, to Sherlock's?" Sam nodded and smiled. "You bet." Without another word, Molly went to reply.
Of course I am. Wouldn't miss your shindig for the world, Mr. Holmes. –MH
Somebody left the gate open
You know we got lost on the way
Come save us, a runaway train, gone insane
How do we, how do we not fade?
How do we, how do we, how do we not fade away?
How do we, how do we all fall
Into the wild
How are we livin', livin', livin' in the wild
How are we livin', livin', livin'
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, hey-hey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey
Molly noticed a few new messages. One was from John and she couldn't help but wonder how to reply.
He keeps fussing over what to wear tomorrow, Molly. I think it's for you. ;) –JW
Lovely. No comment… :P –MH
Good to hear. -SH
Sam helped her clean up the kitchen as the song faded and some advertisements came on. They put on a pot of tea and thought about what movie to watch next. "It's a shame Terrance won't be home until Christmas morning," Sam said, half sulking. Terrance was in the army reserves, and as luck would have it, there was a big meeting on Christmas Eve. He would be home for Christmas, though. "Yeah," Molly said in agreement. "It could be worse though. At least he'll be home for Christmas day."
Molly felt her phone buzz again and she picked it up. "He's feeling talkative today," Sam joked. "Wow." Molly laughed in response, shaking her head. "He must be bored." She unlocked her keyboard to see his txt message.
Is Sammy coming? Just wondering. –SH
Mrs. Hudson's fretting over how much damn pie to make… -SH
She laughed at the second message. "I love Mrs. Hudson," she thought out loud and shook her head.
Yeah, she is. See you then. –MH