Hello! I'm not totally in love with this chapter, but I had to sort of get it out of the way, you know to provide you with a little information so you're not totally lost. I hope you enjoy it! Also, did you all know that some trains have wifi! Whatt! So weird. Anyways, I promise I'll start posting scary shit later in the next few chapters. Sorry in advance for my poor grammar and punctuations. Feel free to review!
Rocking the Redhead: Thank you! I wanted to explore that version of Molly and Sherlock a little further. I truly enjoyed them in my last story.
MorbidbyDefault: Island sex will be a definite! Lol well with a T rating, haha.
I don't own anything that has to do with the show. Unfortunately.
Enjoy!
"Where is that- oh!"
Molly Hooper reached out for her favorite jumper and slipped it over her head; she zipped up her traveling bag with two weeks' worth of clothes. She didn't like the idea of her being away from work for two weeks, but her brother had guilted her into doing so. Stamford didn't seem to mind, he seemed pleased that she was finally putting in her Holiday hours. The mousy haired girl hauled her bag over her shoulder and did one quick sweep around the room, making sure she didn't forget anything, with a final nod she turned off the light and closed the door.
Molly did a sweep around her flat to make sure nothing was on, she always had a fear of going away on a trip and coming home to a burned down flat. This was another reason Molly Hooper didn't travel. As she walked to her living room she let out a startled yelp as she noticed Sherlock lounging lazily on her couch.
"Sherlock!" she said in a rather irritated voice. "You scared me."
Sherlock shrugged and got up from the couch, he walked over to her and took her bag, he placed it over his shoulder and smirked.
"I already checked the kitchen; everything's unplugged there's no need for you to worry. John and Mary are waiting downstairs they already called a cab should be here any minute."
Sherlock didn't wait for her to respond; instead he began making his way out the flat. Molly grabbed her scarf and trotted behind him, making sure the door was locked tightly before she left. Once she was outside her building she saw Mary and John putting their luggage in the boot of the cab. Molly was happy that the couple decided to go with them they all agreed that a time away from London was good for everyone.
"Sherlock put your own damn luggage in the cab." she heard John say
"I'm busy, John."
"You're texting! You lazy git!"
Molly shook her head and let out a sigh. "Children, stop arguing." she told them.
"I'm not arguing. John is the one complaining." stated Sherlock.
John let out a sigh "You know what? I'm not even going to say anything. I don't want my day ruined because of Sherlock Bloody Holmes."
Molly made her way to Sherlock who as busy texting on his phone. She grabbed her bag from him and rose her brow "Who are you texting?" she asked curiously.
"No one." he replied
That was code for Mycroft "Tell him I said hello. And that he should stop by for tea again someday."
Sherlock's head snapped towards her and rose his brow "You had tea with Mycroft?"
Molly nodded "Yes, he's a very charming man. And we surprisingly have a lot in common."
"What could you possibly have in common with him." he said in a tone.
Molly placed her hand on her hip and gave him a look "We both have to deal with you."
That shut Sherlock up. Molly took out her mental scoreboard and smiled, Molly Hooper one, Sherlock Holmes three hundred and seventy-six. Looks like she was catching up. After putting their entire luggage in the cab the four entered and made their way to the train station.
Molly didn't really enjoy train rides; she hated the lack of space and the loud train noises. If it weren't for her fear of heights they would have been aboard an airplane now. Unfortunately Sorcha didn't have an airport, the nearest airport was a day's drive from the island, unlike the train which was only two hours.
Molly sat on the plush seat with Sherlock's head on her lap, she ran her hands through his hair as she read her worn out copy of Parade's End. John and Mary sat across from them, John typing away on his laptop, most likely writing up their newest case on his blog. They were fortunate enough to get a train with wifi, which was new. Mary on the other hand was slowly drifting into sleep. A few minutes later a loud snore is heard and all three of them look up to see Mary leaning her face against the glass, snoring away. Sherlock lifted his head from Molly's lap and gave a confused look. John rose his brows and shrugs.
"She has a bit of... a snoring problem." he said apologetically.
Sherlock looked over at Molly and locked eyes with her, he began chuckling at first and then it became full-blown laughter. She had only heard Sherlock actually laugh once, when Anderson had tripped over on a pile of books she left near the door in the morgue. She had felt guilty for leaving her books there, but it had quickly disappeared when he insulted Sherlock for laughing at him. His laughter was contagious because soon Molly and John were joining in, which accidentally startled Mary awake.
"Wha? What's going on?" she said in a groggy tone.
"Nothing, sweetie. Sherlock just told us a joke. Go back to sleep."
"Sherlock... Told a joke? I always miss out on everything." she whined. John leaned in and pecked her on her forehead; Mary smiled and settled down next to him, a few seconds later she was snoring again.
Once the quartet had arrived to the train station, John and Sherlock went to fetch the car they had rented out, while Mary and Molly waited with the luggage. Mary began to shiver.
"Bloody hell, its cold." she muttered.
Molly nodded "I should have warned you to bring something warm. It's always bloody freezing over these parts."
Molly took off her scarf and wrapped it around Mary's neck, the woman smiled at her and nodded her thanks. The two suddenly looked up at the sound of a horn they spotted John hopping off the rented land rover and went over to help the girls with all their stuff.
"You couldn't get something... smaller?" asked Molly curiously.
"This was all that was left." swore John.
Both girls gave each other a look. "Right." the muttered in unison
Molly sat in the back with Mary in hopes of getting some sleep, but as soon as they hit the road Mary was snoring in seconds, fortunately for them they were silent snores. Instead she talked with John.
"So tell me about Sorcha Island. I never knew you were from there." he said with keen interest.
Molly smiled and leaned over in her seat, she had to admit she was a bit excited to show everyone where she grew up.
"Yeah, my mum and dad grew up there. It's a small town hardly anyone ever leaves. I was actually one of the few who actually decided to leave once they grew up. There's only one way out of there, that's why they built Blackwood Sanitarium there. Did you know it's rumored to be haunted. In fact, the whole island is said to be haunted."
John opened his mouth to say something but Sherlock interrupted.
"Molly, please tell me you don't actually believe in that stuff." he scoffed.
Molly shrugged and shook her head "Of course I don't. Once when we were kids, my brother and I, along with our friend Erin went to explore the wooded area near our home. My old home is in the outskirts of town, so it's one of the homes closer to the sanitarium. Anyways, we went to explore in hopes of finding ghosts, but never saw or heard anything. I didn't believe in them after that." she said.
Molly notice Sherlock let out a breath as if relieved that he didn't enter a relationship with some cooky woman who believed in ghosts. Molly rolled her eyes and smiled at John.
"It seems like you had a really fun childhood, Mols. So, who's this bloke we're going to go visit. Morton?" he asked curiously.
Molly smiled and sat cross-legged on her seat "He took care of my brother and I after our dad passed away. He was real close to my him. Morton is in fact, why I decided to go into the medical career! He was a doctor at Blackwood when it was still open."
"When did it close?" asked John.
"Uhh... I think the early seventies, a few years before I was born." she said with a shrug.
Molly could see a steel bridge go into view and then the island itself, it felt strange seeing it. She had been away from home for almost twelve years and the place still looked the same. A small town nestled on the side of a growth of trees. She could spot Blackwood on the far end of the island near the cliffs. Sherlock drove through the bridge.
"Where exactly are we going?" he asked her suddenly.
Molly leaned in so her head was between Sherlock and John "We're going to Thomas' house, he lives near the town so just follow this road." Sherlock nodded and sped the car up a little more.
"Munchkin!" yelled Thomas as he made his way to meet them.
Molly smiled widely and hurried to meet her older brother; he lifted her up and spun her around like a child. Like his father, he had inherited his height and bulky features, unlike her who inherited her mother's petite frame. He was a Hooper alright, same Hooper nose and mousy brown hair, although he had green eyes, like their mum.
"I missed you! I haven't seen you in five years. It was about time." he said rather grumpily.
Molly smirked and took his hand "I'm sorry. Wait... Why should I be apologizing? You can come visit me too, you know?" She grinned and looked over at the car. "I want you to meet my friends." she said suddenly.
Molly let him down the path to the land rover, John was helping a groggy Mary out the car while Sherlock leaned over the door with a rather bored look on his face.
"Tommy, this is John Watson and his fiancée Mary Morstan."
Thomas let go of Molly's hand and shook John and Mary's hand "It's nice to meet ya." he said in a friendly tone.
Molly looked over at Sherlock "And this is my... Sherlock?"
Molly tilted her head in confusion and suddenly shook her head "Wait.. what? Sorry, I meant to say-"
"Sherlock Holmes. Molly's boyfriend." Molly could almost see Sherlock cringe at the word, it seemed he had gotten used to saying girlfriend, but boyfriend on the other hand seemed... strange.
Tommy blinked slowly and looked down at Molly.
"Boyfriend? I didn't know you had a boyfriend, Molls." he told her.
"I.. uh, yeah. I forgot to mention that. Sorry." she said shyly.
Tommy examined Sherlock. While Sherlock seemed to be doing the same to Tommy. Finally, Tommy shrugged and extended his hand for a handshake.
"It's nice to meet you, Sherlock. Strange name by the way." he said in a playful tone.
Sherlock stared at his hand and finally took it shaking it once before letting go. Molly let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She had expected Sherlock to make an arse of himself and begin deducing.
"Hunting accident." said Sherlock suddenly.
"Excuse me?" said Tommy.
Molly spoke to soon.
"Your arm. You were accidentally shot by another hunter." he said rather boredly.
"Uh... yes. It happened years ago." he told him.
Sherlock nodded and continued on.
"Yes. But, it still bothers you. I could tell by your handshake. Not very strong for a man your size. I would think you'd try to show your sisters significant other your strength in order to intimidate me. Subtext would be that if I hurt your beloved baby sister you'd come after me. Am I correct?"
Molly looked from Sherlock to Tommy and then to Mary and John, who had the same expression on their faces as she did. Her eyes settled on Tommy who was frowning slightly at Sherlock, finally his face soften and he let out a howl of laughter.
"Wow! Where did you find this one, Molly!? Clever one isn't he?" Thomas let laughed out a loud laugh again and slapped Sherlock's shoulder playfully, which caused Sherlock to grunt in discomfort "I'm going to like you." he told him.
"I suppose it runs in the family." muttered Sherlock
That caused Tommy to laugh again "Come. We have a lot of catching up to do."
Tommy made his way back into the house and motioned them all to follow him. Molly settled besides Sherlock and smiled at him; he finally looked down at her and took a hold of her hand letting his pathologist lead him towards the house.