Hey you guys, thanks for all the wonderful reviews. It is greatly appreciated. I did want to say however that I know children take to some things early one. Especially when they are taught to do so early on, like preconditioned, if that makes sense. I'm no genius, but reading was highly important in my family. I did in fact read The Chronicles of Narnia on my own when I was three. As for Laura, I won't spoil too much, but simply ask you to be patient. All will make more sense soon.

And remember, Mozart was only one year older than Laura when he was not only playing but writing music...

Sorry this one is short. But I really need some sleep and this is set up. A bit of a teaser, really :)

Chapter Seven

One month later...

Molly stretched out her limbs as she woke up. She happened to catch the sun reflecting new wedding ring.

I am Mrs. Sherlock Holmes! Molly thought to herself and giggled quietly. She snuggled down deeper in the covers of the bed she and her husband now shared.

Well, sort of.

Sherlock didn't really sleep much. They had been married for three whole days. Three days. Molly pouted a little when she thought about it. They had been married three days, and never had a wedding night, little lone a proper honeymoon. She guessed it didn't really matter.

Since that night in the lab, Sherlock hadn't made any kind of advance towards her. Didn't even hint at it. He had told her he would take care of her "needs" when they arose. But didn't he ever have needs of his own? Or did he only have sex when requested to?

Molly pushed the thought aside. I didn't matter. What mattered was that today she would pick up the remaining few items she had from her former flat and be officially moved in to Baker Street.

She rolled off the bed and put on her dressing gown. It was Sunday and she was anxious to get started. She headed for the door only to see a note taped to it.

Molly,

Had to see a man about a triple homicide. Should be back by dinner. Get take away. Mycroft sending people over at 10am to help you move. Im sorry, it couldn't be avoided.

Sherlock.

Molly put the note in her pocket and left the bedroom. This was her life now. Better get used to it quick.

Laura was already up when Molly came to the living room. She was watching the telly, chin resting on her knees, with a face as if she had swallowed a shot of lemon juice. Molly chuckled.

"Good morning, sweetie? Breakfast? "

Laura nodded but said nothing. She still wasn't sure about Molly. Her father had come one night and announced he was taking a wife. Why did he need a wife? Was he already bored with her? Still, she was nice enough.

"What would you like? "

Laura shrugged.

"What do you normally have? "

Laura pointed to the box on the counter.

"Ah, but its nice to have a change from time to time, isn't it? Not...not all change is bad, is it? " Molly looked at the girl, chewing slightly on her lower lip.

Laura watched the behavior with a worried expression, reading Molly's body language. Curious.

" Why do you care that I like you?" Laura said, sitting at the table.

"Why would I not care? " Molly asked surprised at the girls tone.

"Because it doesn't matter. "

"How can you say that? "

"My father likes you. So it doesn't matter what I think. "

"Your father... Laura..."

Laura slid down from the chair and announced she wasn't really hungry. She started for her room. Molly didn't know what to say.

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" Well, I believe that is the last of it. " Molly said, dusting off her hands.

They'd spent the afternoon moving boxes. Laura took some of the smaller ones out, but didn't speak the whole day. Molly handed the last box to one of Mycroft's men, and turned to Laura. The girl sat indian style in the middle of the empty floor with her closed hands cradling her face.

"Give us a minute, please? " Molly asked the man.

When he left Molly sat beside Laura.

"Laura, you must believe your feelings on all this counts for something. Neither me or your father want you to be unhappy. I know you have been through so very many changes. It must be rough. "

" They don't count. I'm my father's responsibility. "

"You have to know you are more than that. See, I want to be a good mum to you, but I need your help to find out how. Your feelings play into that. "

"You don't see. "

"See what, darling? "

Laura stood up and started to shake, her hands balled into tiny fists at her sides.

"You are NOT my mom. I don't HAVE a mom. The only one I had didn't want me enough to not take drugs. She left me, and so will you. Don't be nice. People are always nice before they say you have to go away. "

Molly felt tears build in her eyes as Laura ran off into one of the bedrooms.

Not sure what she could say to comfort the child, Molly sat and tried to still her emotions and think. She was sad for Laura, and started to feel the sting in her heart, as if she was letting Sherlock down.

She was just standing up when Laura came out of the room with something in her hand and an odd look on her face.

"What is it. Laura? " Molly asked, reaching for the item in her hand. It was a photograph she thought she had thrown away. Must have been wedged somewhere for Laura to find it.

"Why do you have this, Laura. It's ok that you do, I suppose... but... "

Laura looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you have a picture of you with my uncle? "

Molly put a hand over her mouth to stifle a sound she knew would frighten Laura. She didn't answer. She dove for her phone.

Sherlock answered on the third ring.

"Molly, this had better be important. 'Im in the middle... "

"Shut up and listen! Meet me at home...NOW. "

"I can't possibly... "

"NOW Sherlock! Laura's uncle... "

"Yes, what about him? " Sherlock sighed over the phone.

"Sherlock, he was her uncle...JIM "