Thank you guys so much for the follows and reviews. You guys are awesome. Now this is fluffy, but after this it totally won't be. Just warning you. Zombies.

The mistakes are my own.

I do not own anything. That goes to A.C.D., Moffat, Gatiss and George A. Romero.


"Who would ever think rabbit would taste so good," Molly sighed finishing her stew.

"Obviously it is because you have not had fresh meat in a month," Sherlock answered. "It is quite gamy."

"You did not have to answer," Mary frowned. "End of the world and he still does not understand humans."

"Most of them are dead anyways, does not matter now," Sherlock said harshly.

"Molly, you will stay here tonight, if that is okay with you. Don't want you out too late," John changed the subject and elbowing Sherlock in the rib.

"Thanks, I have missed people," Molly said.

"You can take my bed," Sherlock offered. "I can sleep on the floor."

"No, I I don't want to put you out. I can sleep on the floor," Molly mumbled.

"You two can sleep in the same bed," Mary suggested as Molly blushed.

"That is a good idea," Sherlock said. "It would not be the first time, so no awkwardness."

"Wait what?" John asked his eyes wide.

"We did not umm have um you know, he just hates my sofa," Molly said quickly as Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"I was dead and I needed a place to hide. Molly was very accommodating," Sherlock explained further. "And that sofa is uncomfortable and her bed was large enough to fit us both."

"Ah, well then there will be no problems then," John said as he picked up the bowls and placed them in the sink. Molly felt like it was a problem. Yes, they have slept in the same bed together, but now she had not had shower and she has not shaved her legs in a month. God, she was gross.

"Do not worry about hygiene Molly. It does not bother me," Sherlock said.

"Oh umm right," Molly mumbled as Mary yawned. The room went silent as Molly felt awkward. Sleeping with Sherlock. God that was terrifying. She could say something in her sleep. She could fart in her sleep. Terrifying. Well not as terrifying as zombies, but… Stop rambling Molly, she chided again.

"Tomorrow we will move to Molly's cabin," Sherlock announced breaking the silence.

"Wait what?" Molly asked.

"You have supplies, ammo and a basement. It is the perfect place to stay," Sherlock said.

"I did not tell you about the basement," Molly said. "Also wouldn't be dangerous to travel with Lucy?"

"We have done it before, Molly and if your place is safe, I am willing to risk it," Mary said.

"I agree and your cabin is not far from here. It would take about thirty minutes due to the bags we have to carry and Lucy. Also we will have to check our traps before we go to your cabin," Sherlock said.

"If you are okay with this, Molly," John added.

"Molly is okay with this," Sherlock said.

"You have not asked me," Molly said. Whoa that was confident sounding, wait she was okay with this. Why wouldn't she be?

"So you don't want us to live with you as we have limited food and resources?" Sherlock asked.

"Um no I am okay with this plan, it is just you did not ask me," Molly said.

"I did not have to ask you then. It would be a waste," Sherlock said.

"Nevermind," Molly sighed. Would he ever understand? Probably not.

"Well I am going to put Lucy to bed and go to bed myself," Mary announced holding Lucy in her arm.

"I will go with you," John said following Mary into their room.

"I guess I should go to bed too," Molly mumbled. Sherlock just nodded getting up from the table. He blew out all the candles except one which he picked up. Sherlock motioned Molly to follow as they went to a room in the back of the cabin. The room only had a queen size bed and a small suitcase with clothes still neatly packed.

"You can sleep in one of my shirts," Sherlock said handing Molly his purple shirt. Molly's eyes widened as this was one of her fantasies, wearing only his shirt to bed. Another one of her fantasies was to see Sherlock only in his pants, which was happening now. Molly turned away in embarrassment, her face turning bright red.

"I will step outside so you can change," his voice broke through her embarrassment as she heard him leave and close the door behind him. Molly undressed quickly putting on the purple shirt. It still smelled like him, Molly thought. Now is not the time, Molly chided as Sherlock came back in.

"Don't be nervous Molly. I am not going to bite," Sherlock joked.

"I am sorry, but you're joking with me and you are only in your pants. Just seems weird," Molly confessed.

Sherlock just smiled briefly and chuckled. "Just come to bed," he said as he got under the sheets. Molly slowly walked to the bed and got into the bed. Lying down she realized how tired she felt and was asleep in minutes.

For Sherlock he could not sleep. Molly was alive. She was here in bed with him making those sweet sighs in her sleep. He missed those sighs and little words she would say in her sleep. It was odd how much he missed about her. The way she laughed and her bad jokes. He missed everything he concluded.

Molly mumbled something and then wrapped her arms around him. Normally he would move Molly away when she did this, but tonight he wanted her close. He wrapped his arms around her as she nuzzled his neck.

"Sherlock… missed you," Molly mumbled.

"I missed you too," Sherlock whispered as he heard distant growls.

The corpses were more active at night. They like to scratch at the windows and doors. Sherlock still had not gotten us to it. The moans and desperate clawing were distracting when he was trying to think. He knew they could not get in the cabin was safe, but there was a possibility.

"No… stop," Molly moaned. "Go away."

"It is okay, Molly," Sherlock soothed as Molly started to shake. Then suddenly her eyes opened.

"Sherlock?" She asked her eyes wide as she was shaking. "They are not in here are they?"

"No," Sherlock said as the moans intensified.

"God I hate it," Molly sighed snuggling closer.

"I hate it too," Sherlock admitted hugging her close. "Just go back to sleep."

"Sherlock?"

"I don't mind holding you, just sleep."