A/N: So I was thinking, "What if Molly was the annoying git and Sherlock was the concerned partner?" Here we go! By the way, please review!


"Sherlock? I'm going to run down the the store and grab a few things. Do you need anything?" Molly walked out of the bedroom while putting up her hair. Sherlock had deduced she was about to start her menstrual cycle and had begun searching up symptoms. Nausea, cramps, mood swings. He'll probably just lock himself somewhere.

"No, I'm good." He found another article. "Thanks." He added at the last minute. Just in case his predictions were off by a day.

~o.0.o~

"Sherlock?" A sleepy Molly trudged out of their room, "Will you make us some brownies?" Sherlock looked up from his phone.

"Us?" He lifted his computer and turned off his phone just as Molly fell on his lap and curled into a ball. This must be the first day of her cycle.

"Okay, me. Can you make me some brownies?" She looked up at him with her big, brown eyes. Almost, Sherlock noted, on the cusp of a breakdown. Or tantrum. He watched her fiddle with the silver band on her ring finger.

He sighed, "Alright. I'll make you some brownies." He tried to get up, but Molly refused to budge. "Molly, I need to get up if you want some brownies." Nothing but a whining moan in response. Realising what he had to do, he lifted her up and placed her back in the chair when he stood up. He was rewarded by a thankful grunt.

~o.0.o~

"Sherlock!" Molly pounded on the bedroom door, "Sherlock let me in right now!" Sherlock cowered in the back of the room. So much for locking himself in his room. Our room. He reminded himself. It was quiet on the other side of the door.

"Molly?" A loud sob echoed through the room. "Molly! What's wrong!" He opened the door and found Molly sitting on the floor crying. Sherlock crouched down beside her. "What's wrong?" He said in a gentler tone.

"If you want me to move back upstairs," Molly's words were interrupted by hiccups and choked-back sobs, "Then I will. I'm sorry I thought that just because we were married we could share a room." She sniffed.

"No no! Molly don't be ridiculous!" He cringed on that last syllable and braced for attack.

"Ridiculous?!"

~o.0.o~

"Sherlock!" Sherlock whipped his head up and watched the bedroom door. He set down the kettle and waited, never shifting his gaze. Silence. BAM! The door flew open and Molly stormed out. "What. The. HELL is this?!" She shook the small trash can with each word. Every shake caused pieces of trash to fall to the floor.

"I-It's a tr-trash can?" Sherlock tried to slowly move the hot kettle out of sight. Last time Sherlock replied to one of her questions, she threw the closest thing to her at his head. Luckily, the hefty photo album only hit his shoulder. He touched the sore spot lightly in remembrance. Molly dropped the trash can and stomped over to the couch, messy bun bobbing as she walked, and flopped down. "Do you want any-"

"I want sugar donuts!" She yelled from the other side of the couch. Sherlock heard a thump followed by a long moan.

"Molly?" Sherlock carefully crept over to the couch and peered over. "You okay?" This was the third day of Molly's menstrual cycle. It was also the first time Molly had been over while she was on her cycle. Of course, she couldn't really go anywhere anymore seeing as this is where she lived now. "Sweetheart?" Sherlock walked over slowly to crouch by Molly who was lying face down and moaning.

She rolled over, held her stomach and shouted, "SUGAR DONUTS WITH CHOCOLATE SYRUP!" Sherlock scrambled away. "And next time empty the friggin' trash can!" She shouted as Sherlock fled out the door to get sugar donuts.

~o.0.o~

"Sherlock," Molly whined with tears in her eyes, "I need a hug." It was the fifth and, Sherlock hoped, last day of her cycle. She stumbled over to him and practically fell into his arms.

"This might not be the best time, but I've got to go out for a very important case." He looked down at the messy mop of hair that was Molly Hooper. "Molly? Hey." Sherlock shifted the limp body in his arms and picked her up bridal-style. He laughed as her head rolled back and a loud snore escaped from her slightly open mouth.