A/N: hello darling readers.

I was writing this chapter when I thought: 'hey, I know how I can finish this story on a happy note and be done by the 31st!'

The current plan (unless circumstances change) is that this will be the last chapter. The next chapter will be the epilogue.

Because of current circumstances, the chapters will be shorter, to my dismay. I love writing at least 1K each chapter and posting that, but my desire to write this story has gone down a bit and now it's more 'finish it and get it out so we're done'.

A reminder that I can be found on A03 (accio-me-some-feels) and tumblr (accio-feels though, I don't post my writing there) because I will be abandoning this account. I'm going to post a 30 day challenge in January and then leave my account as is and continue writing on AO3. It won't be regularly because I'll be writing for uni, but I'll be returning to one shots to keep up my writing and my current standard.

Alright. Enjoy x


It had been almost two years since Molly disappeared from Sherlock's life. He didn't hear from her again and he began to forget her.

Since then, the library had bought in a multitude of new books that Sherlock had the pleasure of reading and covering.

John had suggested that Sherlock started a blog. Something he could put down his thoughts and stuff. After the heartbreak of Molly, Sherlock needed to think about something else.

There was only one thing Sherlock was qualified to blog about that he also felt comfortable blogging about. His blog was a success. Not only did he review books, but he also reviewed authors. There was a link on his page as well to the libraries website. They had an influx of customers and Sherlock's popularity grew. He had authors request he review the books, and he had fans leaving messages every few minutes with their opinions on the books and him.

Sherlock read every message left by the people who commented regularly. He wasn't quite sure why. Perhaps it was that he hoped Molly would comment. Perhaps it was just because he's a little egocentric. Regardless, he always finished with a warm and fuzzy feeling, and a small feeling of sadness.


It was Tuesday. Sherlock hates Tuesdays. He had to deal with late fines. People never wanted to pay for late books, yet they didn't return them in time. After scanning the book and rattling off the offender to the returner, making sure their names matched, Sherlock would tell them how much the fine was, and collect the money.

At four, the amount of people walking in had diminished. Running his fingers through his hair, Sherlock looked around the library and spotted John. As per usual, his friend was hitting on a co-worker who was revelling in the attention.

Sherlock took his phone from his pocket and sent John a text ("She's married, but not opposed to the attention –SH). As he slipped his phone back into his pocket, a book slid onto the counter in front of him. Without looking at the person, he scanned the book and looked up at the screen.

His eyebrows furrowed and his lips turned down. "It's been overdue for nearly three years. What did you do? Leave it on a plane?" He looked over at the person and his jaw dropped. He glanced back at the screen and looked at the name before turning back to the person. "Molly?"

She gave a small smile and nodded. "I found this the other day while cleaning up. It somehow got caught up with mum's stuff in the attic. I thought it best if I return it."

Lost for words, Sherlock looked her up and down, his eyebrows still furrowed as he stared at her. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked, one eyebrow raised and smirk on her face. "Wow! For the smartest librarian in the world, you sure can be a dumb arse sometimes!" She laughed and crossed her arms. "I've decided to move back. I was offered my job back at Bart's and I figured I should start working to support myself, now."

Sherlock nodded. "Uh…" he looked at his feet, trying to put his thoughts into words. "Cool."

'Cool?!' he thought. 'Who am I? Sherlock Holmes or a 12 year old?'

"So, I'm moving in at the moment. I was moving some of mum's stuff into the spare room when I came across the book and thought, 'I really should return this before the fine gets to extensive."

Sherlock gave a small shrug. "The fine is currently two hundred pounds. I can probably get you a discount, but it will involve going on a date with me."

The smile on Molly's face made Sherlock smile in response.

"Ok," she said.


A/N:

The next chapter will be the epilogue.