Woohoo, sorry this wasn't posted earlier. I was watching team USA win some Beach Volleyball Gold. Awesome game ladies! Anyway, thanks for reading, and writing reviews! And whatnot. Shoutouts:
Louisethelibrarian: lol hm, just have to read and find out. ;) and no, you can't adopt them. Lol. Maybe babysit sometime. But I've grown quite attached.
Madasahatterjayy: lol, I do that all the time...the voices. Thanks for the review!
Magicstrikes: hm, you may be onto something there, my dear. Just maybe. Lol
Nosside: hahahahaha! Awesome!
Lucy36: lol, okay, okay. Chapter 9! Lol
Musicchica10: Aw, yay for the squee! I welcome the feels! Thanks for liking me that much. It makes me shed a happy tear.
Mione W.G: lol, thanks. And no, I think cuteness is a treatable disease.
Zora arian: lol, yea...I actually did the research...but it would take like two chapters at least to explain it in depth...so I skipped it. Lol.
Beth-Tarichick: lol, hm. The game is on...methinks. lol
Daisherz365: hm, just read on my dear. Lol. Thanks for the lovely review!
Theannoyingone97: lol its okay, you were still reading, that makes me happy enough.
I don't own it...except my twins...they be mine! Lol
Chapter Nine:
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Molly woke up sometime in the middle of the night to a horrible feeling deep in her stomach. She clutched it tightly, trying to will away the feeling. It was no use. She quietly climbed out of bed, before racing down the hall to the loo, where she promptly threw up into the toilet. She wretched a few more times, all the while coughing and moaning to herself. She rested her head on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, trying to ebb the feverish heat away. She fell asleep briefly. The next thing she knew she was being carried out and back to Sherlock's bedroom. She opened her eyes to see she was being held close to Sherlock's chest, as he carried her to his room.
''Sherlock wait, the twins...'' she started, before he cut her off.
''The twins are camping out in the arm chairs tonight. I moved them shortly after hearing you lurching in the restroom. Not to worry, I successfully moved them without waking them.'' He explained. Molly just nodded, too tired to ask further questions. She rested her head on his broad shoulder, as he moved the sheets on his bed. He then placed her in the center of the mattress, and covered her with the large comforter and sheets. He felt her forehead, to realize she had the start of a fever. He brought in another blanket and gracefully unfolded it over her. She took in a deep breath, before coughing as she exhaled.
''Thank you, Sherlock. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm suddenly sick.'' She whispered hoarsely, before coughing again.
''You have nothing to apologize for. Most likely just a weakness in your immune system. Just try to rest. Don't worry about the boys. John and I will look after them while you recover.'' He said, stepping toward the door. Molly started back into her sleep, muttering as he left.
''They'll like that. They like you a lot, you know?" She mumbled, before her breathing evened out. Sherlock released a small smile, before turning off the light, and closing the door behind him. He walked out to the living room, before laying back on the couch.
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Timothy and Titus woke up early that morning. They looked outside from the window, to see the sun was finally shining. They jumped up and down excitedly, before racing into the bedroom at the end of the hall. They opened the door, to see their aunt shivering madly, even under the multitude of blankets. They ran back to the living room to wake the sleeping detective.
''Um...Mr. Sherluck?" Titus started, poking him in the nose. Sherlock snapped open an eye, before gazing up at the sets of mocha colored eyes that peered down at him.
''Mr. Sherluck, Aunt Molly is all shivery, but she's under the blankets.'' Timothy explained. Sherlock sat up, before he let them lead the way. As he stepped through the door, he saw what they meant. Molly lay under the covers, her body jolted violently, as he saw beads of sweat collecting on her brow. She still slept, but Sherlock knew it wasn't going to help her bounce back any faster. He turned to the boys, who looked at her with worried faces.
''Titus, Timothy, I need you to go upstairs and fetch John for me. Can you do that? For your Aunt Molly?" He asked firmly. They nodded their heads, their faces sobering up as if they were on a top priority mission. They ran down the hall, and he heard them stomp up the stairs. The two knocked on John's bedroom door, before fumbling with the knob trying to open it. John opened the door a moment later, and looked down at them.
''Boys? Is everything okay?" He asked, seeing their scared faces.
''Um...Mr. Sher-luck said he needs you downstairs. Aunt Molly is sick. She's all shaky.'' Titus explained. John reached for his robe, before running down the stairs after the two boys. He followed them down the hall to Sherlock's bedroom. As he stepped in the doorway, he saw why they were so scared. There was Molly, tucked under five layers of blankets, dripping small drops of sweat from her forehead, and shaking like a leaf. John looked over to his flatmate, who looked on in concern, trying to rouse her.
''Molly? Molly, can you hear me?" He asked. John went to her side, and felt her forehead. She let out a small whimper in response.
''Dear God, she's burning up. Sherlock, can you go get my medical kit from the kitchen?" John turned to his friend, who was unconsciously stroking his thumb over the tops of Molly's knuckles.
''Sherlock? My bag, please.'' John repeated. The detective jumped slightly, before nodding his head. Timothy and Titus stood in the corner, looking at her. John turned to see them.
''It's alright boys. Your aunt is going to be okay. She's just got herself a bit sick is all.'' He said reassuringly to them. They nervously nodded their heads. A moment later, Sherlock returned with the bag, and handed it to John. John took out a thermometer, along with a cool wrap and some other things used to treat onset illness. He began to work on Molly, and she finally stopped convulsing after a few minutes. John pulled the thermometer from her mouth and looked at the digital numbers.
''Whoa, 101.5! Alright boys, out you go. Aunt Molly needs her rest." John said, shuffling them out. He turned to Sherlock, and grabbed him by the upper arm.
''Sherlock, I'm going to have to keep an eye on her. Which means you have to look after them.'' He said, nodding his head in the direction of the living room. Sherlock pulled away from him suddenly, and stared in shock.
''What do you mean, John? You know I don't know anything about children!" Sherlock said in alarm. John smirked before grabbing the tall man by his shoulders.
''Yea, and you also know nothing on curing someone who's mysteriously come down sick. Look, you did great with them yesterday. Take them outside. Go to the park. I don't care. They just can't be in here with Molly like this. Now, I'll look after her, you take them.'' He said, before releasing Sherlock's shoulders.
''I cannot be expected to care for someone else's children unattended, John.'' He answered in protest. John quickly looked back at the sound of Molly stirring uncomfortably in her state, and he pulled Sherlock into the hall.
''Look, it will only be for awhile. Just...think of it as an experiment, okay? You have to do this.'' John said in authority. Sherlock had opened his mouth to protest again, until John convinced him with two words.
''For Molly.'' He looked sternly at Sherlock, knowing he'd won the argument. Sherlock turned on his heels and walked to the area where the boys sat. 'Okay, it won't be that hard, right? They're merely children.' He thought to himself, looking at the two small bodies sitting on the couch.
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Dundundun. Babysitter!Sherlock...this should be fun. See you next chapter! Thanks for all the continued support, keep reading and reviewing, please! Love you all.
