A/N: Hello my lovelies! Here is Chapter 7! It's a bit of angst (But not really, because I promised fluff) and lots of shameless fluff. Hope you all are enjoying this! 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock. All rights go to BBC, Moffat, Gatiss, and Sir ACD. I also don't own Frozen, it belongs to the people at Disney.
By the time Kristoff was introduced, Molly was curled into Sherlock's side. She reached her right hand, which was pressed into Sherlock's side, up to twine her fingers with his left where it rested on her waist. She whispered in Sherlock's ear, "You know, Mary and I were thinking about dressing up as Anna and Elsa for next Halloween. You and John want to join us?"
Sherlock grinned. "Only if I get to be Sven."
Molly smiled. "I'd love to see you in reindeer antlers."
Sherlock chuckled. "So would John, I think."
When the picture ended, Sherlock hugged Molly tight. "Thank you, Molly, for coming with me."
"Anytime, Sherlock. I had a lot of fun."
They climbed on the motorbike and returned to the Academy.
Molly approached her dorm room, reluctant to leave Sherlock's side. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Sherlock shook his head. "I need to be there for John, and Mary needs you."
Molly nodded. "Alright. See you Monday, love."
Sherlock smiled, and leaned down, pressing a kiss just shy of of her mouth. "Monday."
Molly stood frozen, a dazed half-smile plastered to her face, watching as Sherlock sauntered off, an apparent bounce in his step.
The next day, Molly waited patiently for Mary to wake up. She sat on the girl's bed gently, petting her blonde hair, as Mary came to full consciousness.
"Molly, I'm sure you must think the worst of me."
"No. You're still my best friend, and I'll always support you."
Mary breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Molly."
The brown-eyed girl smiled, and pulled her friend to a sitting position, giving her a bear hug.
"How did John take it," Molly asked, concern clouding her voice.
Mary grinned a bit. "Fairly well, actually. His thinks his parents might be willing to help, since he's sort of the favorite. His sister, Harry, has a big drinking problem. And he's not cross with me. He says we'll play it by ear, because he loves me more than anything, and would never let anything come between us."
Molly grinned. "That's wonderful, love. I'm glad to hear everything worked out. Sherlock and I were so very worried."
The mischievous glint returned to Mary's eyes. "So, uh, what did you and Sherlock get up to?"
Molly blushed. "Well, before you called me, he got me up to watch the sunrise and very nearly kissed me. For real. And then we went to see 'Frozen,' and we snuggled on a couch."
"He did give you a goodnight kiss, right?"
"Sort of. He kissed me here," Molly replied, pointing to the area just past her mouth.
Mary squealed and clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh my goodness! You're, like, his girlfriend now!"
"No. No," Molly protested. "I mean, we never made it official or anything."
Mary narrowed her eyes. "Sherlock Holmes almost gave you your first kiss twice today. You are his girlfriend."
Molly blushed. "I guess so." She paused. "Oh my God! Sherlock Holmes is my boyfriend."
Mary laughed. "Just as long as you and I are the only ones who say so. Unless Sherlock says otherwise, never refer to him as your boyfriend. He really hates it when the whole P.E. class demands to know if he's shagged his girlfriend yet, wanting sordid details."
Molly chuckled. "Sherlock talking dirty." She couldn't even picture the scenario in her mind.
"Yeah, try talking nerdy."
Molly assumed a dramatic pose, and mimicked Sherlock's voice. "Oh, the way you hold that chemistry book sends my testosterone levels sky high." She paused. "Actually, I probably would find it very sexy if he said that to me."
Mary scoffed. "You, Molly Hooper, are the only person I know who would prefer talking nerdy to dirty."
"John, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stormed out like that."
"I forgive you, of course. You're my best mate. I know you're just looking out for me."
Sherlock stuck his hand out. "Friends?"
John forgoed the handshakes and pulled his best friend into a hug. "Friends."
"Is Mary alright."
John nodded. "I'm not upset. You roll with the punches of life. I'm hoping my parents will be willing to help us."
Sherlock grinned. "Of course they will. Molly and I will too."
"So," John continued, "you and Molly."
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow. "Me and Molly what?"
John sighed. "You and Molly! You went on a date!"
"Yes. What's your point?"
"Well, is it official? Is she your girl? Untouchable?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Well, I didn't ask her, so I suppose it's not actually official."
John groaned, and the grinned. "Did you kiss her yet?"
Sherlock moaned. "I wish. Your girlfriend's untimely call interrupted us. And I was too nervous last night."
"It'll happen. Just go with it."
Molly had never been so nervous in her life. For whatever reason, she felt like she couldn't be around Sherlock. Some of the magic had worn off, and now Molly realized she was in a relationship, and she couldn't chase away images of Jim. She realized that it was possible that her heart could be broken again.
"I wonder if this is what princesses deal with after they ride off into the sunset," she mused.
It was taking all of Molly's effort to walk into Anatomy.
"You can do this, Molly. You can do this. It's just Sherlock." She paused. "I can't do this."
"Can't do what," she heard a familiar baritone ask.
"Uhh." She whirled around to face Sherlock. "Nothing. Nevermind. Hi."
"Hello. What are we doing today?"
"Umm, we have a substitute, so we can't go any further in the lab. I suppose we'll have a study hall."
He nodded. "Are you alright, Molly? You seem...jumpy."
"What? No! I'm peachy! Never been better! Um, yeah!"
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "Okay."
"I'm...I'm just going to, uh, study. Yeah, study." Molly hurried to a separate desk, rushing to spread her material across the table, immediately indication that she wanted to sit alone.
Sherlock worried his lip, and took a seat from which he could observe her.
"Tense muscles, obviously nervous about something. Possibly concerned about her grades, which would explain the studying, but she is finishing the exercises easily and quickly. However, she keeps getting distracted, and looking up at me, blushing, and gets back to work. Ergo, I am somehow upsetting her." He stood and sat next to her. "Molly, don't lie. Something is bothering you. Tell me. Please."
She sighed. "It's nothing. It's stupid really." She tried to appease him with a wide grin.
Sherlock wasn't fooled. "Molly, I know it's me making you nervous. Tell me what I've done."
Molly dragged her hands down her face. "You didn't. It's me. This...us...it's been a while since Jim. I'm just...hesitant. What if it doesn't work? What if I screw something up? What if I break your heart? What if...what if you break mine?"
Sherlock wrapped an arm tightly around her shoulders. "Breathe. Why are you worrying?"
Tears formed in Molly's eyes, and she wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck. "I don't want to lose you."
"You won't. I promise." He kissed her forehead. "I'm in this for the long haul."
She pulled away and a smile appeared on her face. "Me too."
Sherlock winked at her, then picked up a Sharpie and her planner.
"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Instead of answering, Sherlock threw her a mischievous grin, and began to scribble in her planner.
Molly rolled her eyes, and returned to her studies, glancing up occasionally to grin at Sherlock.
When the bell rang, Sherlock thrust the planner into Molly's hand. "Check that out later. I think you'll enjoy it."
Molly grinned, and took his hand. "Come on, you. Professor Hudson gave me chocolate chip scones, and I have two peanut butter and jam sandwiches."
Sherlock eagerly followed. "Ooh. What kind of jam?"
Molly laughed. "I thought John was the one with jam fetish. If you must know, it's my own recipe. Blackberries, honey, and a bit of lemon juice." She laughed even harder to see Sherlock practically drooling.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that! Reviews make writers super, super happy, even if they are (Constructive) criticisms! Also feel free to PM me! Love you all! x
