A/N: This chapter is unrepentant fluff left and right. Mycroft is such a cutie when he's vulnerable. Certainly getting closer to the end... ;-; But never fear! We still have about 10-ish chapters until the wrap-up. A thank-you to my reveiwers Van39MaxKatAlex4, SphinxyWilliams14, and cornishrexmomma and we'll be off. Wait...I suppose I just kind of thanked them there, so...um...*coughs* let's get on with it.

Mycroft groaned as he fully awoke in his room-if you could call it that. He wasn't allowed to have anything in here except a few things from around the hospital they couldn't get him to put down and two manuscripts his PA brought him. He could still read them and edit mistakes, if he couldn't do all the other functions of an editor effectively. Then the noise that woke him up sounded again. It was a knock at his door. He tried to get out of bed but just succeeded in getting tangled in his sheet and falling on the ground. The nurse who was knocking poked her head in and laughed. "Just wake up, did you?"

Mycroft groaned and said, "What do you want now?"

"Mycroft, it's noon."

"So? There's nothing for me to do here besides sleep!"

The nurse sighed and looking back behind the door said, "You can see he's feeling more like himself already."

"Who is that?" Mycroft tried to get himself untangled. "Who are you talking to?!"

John poked his head in and waved. "I just wanted to see how you're doing. It has been almost half a week."

"I'm bored out of my skull."

John sighed and nodded. "Yeah, it's not exactly a great place for entertainment, is it? I wanted to talk to your psychiatrist here personally, tell him what's what; I might come back before I leave."

"And you needed to wake me up to tell me this, why?"

John smiled conspiratorially. "No reason."

"You're hiding something from me, aren't you!"

"I have to go." John quickly left the room, smile still on his face.

John looked at Molly and told her, "Are you sure you want to be alone with him?"

Molly nodded. "Positive. You'll be right here if anything happens, which it won't. I have faith in him."

"You've known him for a month!"

"Doesn't make it any less true."

John sighed and made an "after you" gesture while asking the nurse if she could have something ready if Mycroft did react badly.

Mycroft heard footsteps again but didn't look over. "What's wrong, John? What do you want now?"

The voice he heard startled him. "I'm not John, Ginger."

Mycroft turned quickly to see if that voice was actually connected to a body. It was. He tried to get up, but only got more tangled. Molly laughed. "Need some help?"

"If you're a hallucination please tell me now. I can't stand getting any more medication, and if you leave now no one but me has to know you were here."

Molly rolled her eyes and walked over. She placed her hands on Mycroft's shoulder blades and pushed him up to a sitting position. "Could a hallucination do that?"

"…They haven't before…?"

"…You sound hesitant." Molly sat on the edge of his bed, crossing her ankles and swinging her legs together.

"Molly, I don't know if you know this, but you went missing."

The tone of voice Mycroft took struck a humorous chord with Molly. It had a sort of childish trepidation, as well as a distinct conviction. Molly smiled, then tried her hardest not to giggle, failing horribly. Mycroft scowled and wormed his way out of the sheet keeping him on the ground and hopped to his feet crying, "What's so funny?!"

Molly had tears in her eyes as she pulled a newspaper out of her purse and handed it to him, folded to page 2. On that page was the headline Kidnapped Medical Student Found after Only 2 Days of Searching. Mycroft stared at it and said, "Now I must be hallucinating."

Molly patted a spot next to her on the bed. "Well, can you at least be polite and sit next to your hallucination to keep her company?"

Mycroft obediently sat and continued to stare at the newspaper. "How do I know if this is real? I-I mean, can you do anything to prove it?"

Molly's smile got a little mischievous as she said, "I can think of one or two ways…" she leaned in close to Mycroft and kissed him.

John came rushing in the room and said, "Hey! You're not allowed to snog with patients!"

Neither of them replied, Mycroft just wrapped and arm around Molly's waist as if to say well you're certainly not going to kiss her!

"Molly, we have to go if you don't stop."

Molly smiled, but continued to kiss Mycroft.

"Anytime you two could come up for air…?"

Eventually John sighed and pulled Molly back. When she and Mycroft made eye contact, they both burst into giggles. John pulled her from the room, as Mycroft said, "That was the best 5 minute-date I've ever had."

John led her out and scolded her, but Molly couldn't care less if her life depended on it. She just nodded and smiled, remembering the electric jolt the kiss seemed to send through her. John sighed when he was done, knowing she'd probably kiss him the next time too, and that Mycroft was never going to let his psychiatrist hear the end of today's visit. He walked Molly home and went back to his office, lunch break over. He texted Sherlock how it went, and Sherlock laughed at the one sentence text that summed up everything he could ask John: They wouldn't come up for air. -JW