Yay! Chapter 12! Now time for some shout outs?

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Four Rights and a Square: Thank you...well the main and original characters I obviously got from the TV show or the original series. I got Matthew because I needed a brother for Molly, and I wanted a guy who's name started with the letter M- it was the first name that came to mind. I've always loved the name Mia, so she became his wife. Rachel has always been a cool name in my opinion, and my friend recommended it to me. Charlie? Well, I used to be obsessed with Roald Dahl and Charlie and he Chocolate Factory so...Micah is a name that I find adorable on people so I wanted Rachel's cute little brother to have it. The Holmes family deserve very...different names, I mean look at Sherlock's and Mycroft's! The mum I thought should have a more common name so she got Aliana, Alia for short. Enola is based a not very well known book series where the protagonist is the (made-up) sister of Sherlock Holmes (She's a detective as well, but not a deducer like Sherlock). That and her name is actually an anagram of a word that shows who/what she truly is. You'll find out what I mean of you can't decipher it (but it's pretty simple) HOpe you got all that! Enjoy the next chapter! :))

Whew lot's of shout outs. Look people, if I owned Sherlock, I'd be rubbing it in all your faces, but I don't. So I just fantasise...

Anyway, hope you enjoy:

John opened the door to 221B to be greeted by his (girlfriend?), Molly and the two teens, who unceremoniously let themselves in before plopping casually on the couch, on either side of Sherlock who had just been shaken out of his mind palace.

He got up, dragging his bed sheet around his robe-clad body and made his way to the door.

"I was woken out of my mind palace."

"Yes, Sherlock, we know. So are you two staying here or are you meeting Enola somewhere else?" John asked the women.

"Do you mind if we come in for a few minutes? Enola said she'd meet us here."

"Of course, of course."

John helped Mary and Molly out of their coats and left them on the rack.

"John, why don't you show me around? I'd fancy a private tour." Mary asked

"Of course, right this way m'lady."

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Sherlock saw Molly roll her eyes at her friend's obvious attempt to be alone with John. But then, Mary turned around, saw him, turned to Molly and winked at her; Molly pursed her lips and childishly stuck her tongue at Mary's retreating back.

What? Oh...she wants us alone. Not half dumb.

Molly turned to Sherlock and smiled

"Hullo Sherlock." she said cheerfully. He really would have made an honest attempt to greet her back, but he wanted his four 'o'clock coffee. In the end, Sherlock managed something between a horse grunt and a pig snort. Molly chuckled.

"Someone hasn't had their coffee. Rachel what are you doing?" she asked the muttering girl.

Sherlock looked to the teenager, who was holding his skull.

His skull.

No one touched that.

"It looked like a good listener, and I was bored so.." Rachel shrugged her shoulders as she placed it carefully back on the mantelpiece, in the exact position it was in before. Sherlock snorted at the air.

As long as it didn't break.

Molly nudged Sherlock in the arm. He turned to her.

"I'm sorry about Rachel, she's a bit touchy feely and, well, if she, uh, well, she's a bit like you. She observes, quite well, and so does her brother when he's interested, so...watch out. Just in case."

Sherlock glanced at her and actually saw her for the first time that day.

Skinny jeans and flowy blouse- comfortable for a day out and easy to get out off. Going shopping. Hair let down- just washed and still too damp to tie up. Minimal make up- doesn't feel the need to impress anybody. All together, casual, simple and beautiful.

Sherlock stopped short at the last word. When did he start calling people beautiful? The fact that she wasn't trying to impress anyone was a sure sign that she was with him. The thought made him swell up slightly with pride, though he wasn't sure why.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Molly answered it to welcome Enola. She walked in and strode over to Sherlock, hugging him tightly and cheerfully doing the same to Charlie and Rachel. They fell into an easy chat about lord knows what.

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Enola chatted with her two children about school and their latest gossip, but her eyes kept training back to her brother and Molly. What were they doing? They weren't a couple were they? Enola couldn't have that- she had just gotten her kids back, kind of, and was on the road of mending her relationship with friends.

If Molly hurt Sherlock or vice versa, her efforts would be in vain- she just couldn't have it.

No- they could not be together. It was for the good of everybody.

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"So..."

"..."

"So..."

"..."

"So..."

"..."

"S-"

"Are you going to keep saying 'so' until I respond?"

"The fact that you asked, Uncle Sherlock, makes me think that you know the answer."

"What do you want, child?"

"My name is Rachel."

"..."

"My name is Rachel."

"...'

"My name is Rach-"

"OKAY, Rachel- what do you want?" Sherlock hissed. Good, I have his attention.

"It's come to my attention, Uncle Sherlock, that you need help."

"Help with what exactly?"

"Oh come on, have you already forgotten about the date you have to plan for Aunt Molly?" Sherlock turned to stare at her. Target acquired.

"So?"

"Have you thought of anything yet?"

"...no"

"I thought so. Let Charlie and I help you."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Uncle Sherlock, which direction do you believe this argument is heading towards?"

"Nowhere."

"No- as a child with higher tolerance, I can carry on saying please until the night is out, and I will keep pestering you- I mean, it's not that hard to contact you. We ARE family. You will get tired of this irritant and you know the only thing that will stop me is agreeing to let me help you. Besides, without Charlie and I, you are going to crash and burn. It's painfully obvious." Rachel smiled sweetly at Sherlock, waiting for an answer.

"You are not as dumb as most children."

"I know- it must be genetic." Sherlock's lips twitched upwards at the comment.

"Yes, genetic. Fine you may help. But, nothing annoyingly romantic, cheesy or sappy. Or John-like for that matter" he said, cringing slightly.

"Do you want our help or not?"

"Fine, fine."

Bullseye.

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Mary knew there was something up with Enola. She promised Molly that she would try mending their relationship (Mia certainly refused) but there was something completely off about her.

"So, you and my brother huh?" Enola asked Molly. The pathologist blushed and stuttered something about 'trying it out' or whatever and Mary could swear the taller woman's eyes narrowed.

What is so off putting about her? Does she have a problem with what will be the cutest couple this world has to offer?Honestly...

The shopping, least to say, was awkward. Mary's life seemed to revolve around the word. Of course Enola talked to her, just like they used at college, but about 95% of her dialogue with Molly went like this:

Molly: Wow! I love this top!

Enola: As much as you love the new man in your life?

Molly: What? Enola, Sherlock and I are just, uh, trying it out.

Enola: Trying it out? That's nice

Molly: ...*awkward/guilty face*

Enola: Oh what a lovely skirt! I'm going to try this on!

After that particular variation (which happened to be the sixth or seventh...maybe eighth of the original- one that featured a rainbow feathered boa and a certain detective's sexiness on a scale of one to ten. It was eleven, obviously.) the doctor finally dragged her best friend to a corner.

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

"What do you mean, Mary?"

"Do you not see what she's doing? Why is she prying into your life like that? When I say life, I mean your life with him"

"Look, she must feel protective over Sherlock- I would be the same if it were Matthew. Besides, we aren't even a couple yet."

"Exactly! And she's already trying to tear you two apart."

"Mary that's not-"

"Yes it is!"

"Anyway, you said you would try. Look, she's coming - be nice."

Mary seethed as Molly walked off, praising Enola and that skimpy piece of cloth barely covering her inner thighs. Okay, that's not true- it was at least at her mid thighs. And she did look amazing in it.

Poisonous frogs have pretty markings on its body to warn others of its danger.

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Enola knew that Mary knew Enola was purposely making Molly uncomfortable. To tell the truth, Enola wasn't fully sure why she was doing it either.

Then she remembered that this was the woman who would potentially steal her brother away from her. The woman who would hurt him.

She knew Molly would hurt him.

Intentionally or not, it could, would never happen. Sherlock was her brother.

The only problem? She was going to have to be more subtle- Mary couldn't catch on.

Maybe she'd start tomorrow.

"So how do you think you're going to go through with this relationship. Sherlock was never the feely in touchy-feely."

"But he was the touchy?" Mary drawled. Enola smirked.

"Actually, I believe he was." she said, drawing out the sentence to make the innuendo as clear as possible.

Molly spluttered on her drink.

"I-I was told he was a-a, well, um, v-virgin." she choked out.

"Mycroft told you? Oh no, I was much closer to Sherlock than he was. Nope- definitely not a virgin. Both ways."

Enola fought down the surge of guilt when she realised how awkward she'd made the day- especially for Molly, who was staring dazedly into space. But it was all for the good of everyone. For the whole family.

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"Movie!"

"Dinner!"

"Movie!"

"Dinner!"

"Dear lord Rachel, you don't want to bore Molly!"

"Well Charlie, Aunt Molly is a romantic and 'Candlelight Dinner' is ROMANTIC!"

"MOVIE- and it can be a sopping chick flick!"

"DINNER- and it won't be candlelit okay?"

"How about both?" John asked from an armchair nearby.

"NO!"

Sherlock sat on his favourite chair, listening, amused at the ongoing argument.

"I believe what John said holds a small amount of logic."

"Thank you Sherlock."

"I said a little. You are still above Anderson, but you are barely a tie with Lestrade. Moving on, both ideas presented are good, but from research going to extremes on both ends would not end very well."

"So what are your thoughts then?" Charlie asked.

"I think we should merge both ideas together, but at the same time keep it simple."

The two children sat on the carpet in the living room, thinking over what Sherlock just said.

"How do you want to keep it simple, Uncle Sherlock?"

Sherlock winced slightly at the 'uncle' part. John chuckled in the corner but sobered when Sherlock shot him a glare.

"Child, stop calling me uncle."

"I'll do that when you stop alternating between my name and 'child'."

Sherlock huffed. Rachel smirked- surprisingly like Sherlock himself. Then an idea clicked in his whirring mind.

"We should keep it simple," he said "simple, and at home."

Rachel smiled.

"Good job, uncle. You may be a natural at this."

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The three woman burst through the door, shopping bags covering their bodies neck down. Molly smiled a little at the scene in front of her; Rachel and Charlie were seated on the floor of the living room, in front of Sherlock and John, all four in deep discussion.

"Aunt Molly!" Rachel cried, immediately ceasing all discussion. John was wearing a look that screamed 'WE'RE KEEPING A SECRET FROM YOU'

huh, weird.

Enola stepped in front of her.

"Hey guys!"

Molly was a bit miffed by the fact that Enola had just jumped up like that in front of her, but she reminded herself: she had just been reunited with her children- Enola, in a way, had a right to do that. Besides, this woman was Sherlock Holmes sister. The unintentional rudeness clearly ran in the genes.

Maybe what Mary had said had been true...no, she was just making conversation- Enola was always one to speak before thinking.

"Well I'd best get going...unless Molly and Mary- would you like a ride home?"

"Oh, no it's fine Enola- the two of us have to send the kids home anyway." Molly answered.

"I'm sure you could all fit in my car- it is a four seater."

"Enola, a two door coupé counts as two seats and an extra boot. Do you not realise that there are five of us?" Mary answered, almost retorted. Molly kicked her discreetly in the shin. Turning around, she saw Sherlock frowning at the pediatrician.

"Enola, seriously, we are completely fine. We'll see you soon, yeah? You are taking the kids out later this week?" Molly interjected.

Enola, who eyes had narrowed dangerously at Mary's remark, brightened.

"Of course- Thursday. Tell Matt I'll pick 'em up."

"Oh no, Thursday's both work late, they'll be at mine."

"Of course- see you then Molls." the women hugged, Mary and Enola having a very awkward one, and Enola let herself out.

"Do you want to stay for tea?"

"YES." Mary exclaimed, flopping down next to JOhn. Sherlock frowned slightly deeper.

Molly sat down in the last seat available- the end of the sofa closest to Sherlock's armchair.

Yay.

"What did you guys do today then?" she asked the kids.

"Oh. We argued, planned, argued a bit more, planned more, blah, blah, blah." Charlie said casually.

"Planned what?"

"It's a surprise."

Molly frowned, She'd learned to be careful around the kids.

"O-kaaay," she said dragging out the word. Rachel moved towards her and sat in front of her shins. Spreading her legs slightly, she allowed Rachel to move closer and began braiding her hair. Rachel always loved people playing with her hair. John came in with a tray of four steaming cups of tea. He gave out the first two to Mary and Sherlock, leaving the third for Molly on the coffee table in front of her and sipping from his own cup. Rachel reached for Molly's cup and took a sip.

"Do you always have to take it black?" she asked, pursing her lips at the bitterness.

"Black's nice, especially with the sugar." Charlie interjected.

"Disgusting people drinking black tea. Who likes bitter stuff. Poison is bitter." the teenager muttered back.

The unlikely group spent the rest of the time chatting randomly and easily, until finally the visitors took their leave.

Molly smiled, watching John and Mary kiss goodbye. It would be amazing to have something like that. She looked towards Sherlock, who glanced at her. She turned away; maybe that day is not too far away. Looking back, she saw the adults still lip-locked.

"Okay come on- as much as I want to give you all the privacy you want, there are children here and I'm taking the weekend morning shift tomorrow." Molly called out. Mary broke away from John.

"Party pooper," she muttered "see you tomorrow John." she said, pecking him on the lips and walking out, the children following her.

"Bye Molls." John said warmly, hugging her before hearing his phone ring.

"Must be the hospital- am working part time now as a locum G.P"

"Hey that's great- don't let me hold you then." Molly said, grinning. John left leaving the detective and pathologist together, alone.

And we all know what happened last time they were alone.

"So, I'll see you then Sherlock." Molly smiled. She was having a horrible feeling that Sherlock had come to his senses and didn't fancy her anymore. He probably had other, more beautiful women than her. She turned to leave when he pulled her back.

"Wait Molly. Next Saturday, 7:00 pm. I'll pick you up from your apartment. Nothing too fancy, but do dress up a little." he said, with his usual boredly amused face. Was that a hint of insecurity there?

"Wait what? Oh, oh." she said in realisation, her heart swelling when his words proved her previous insecurities wrong. Yet she was still unsure "You're actually going through with this?"

"Of course- unless you don't?" he asked, the hint of insecurity passing through his features again.

"NO, NO!" Molly exclaimed "No, of course not." she said calming her breathing "Never mind- I didn't say anything. I'd love to go. See you then, Sherlock. Unless of course there's a nice gruesome murder before then." Sherlock smirked again slightly. Then, he surprised her. Leaning down, he placed a small peck on the left tip of Molly's mouth.

"Good day, Molly." he whispered. Pulling away he spoke louder.

"Remember, dress up, but not too fancy. Our destination is a surprise."

Molly walked out the building 221 Baker Street in a slight daze. Meeting her friend with her niece and nephew, they walked off.

Mary gave her a questioning look

"I'll tell you later." she said, barely containing her grin.

So that's the end of another chapter folks! Now, I seriously do apologise for my very, very late update. School's been horrible and the mere word makes me cringe physically. Seriously. That and I've had a serious head cold, so every draft I wrote up literally made my beta yell at me. And I do realise there is absolutely no fluff whatsoever, but this is more of a build up kind of chapter, and the next one may be to...but only so that the chapter after that will be dedicated solely on the date! I promise to all of you that chapter 14 will be the most fluff filled romantic thing. Any ideas on what the date should be? All ideas are welcome- just P.M or write in a review!

But on a good note- 100 reviews! You people are amazing, I love you all! Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, that will review, to my favouriters and followers and all of you floaters, I love you to! So I've watched Merlin x06, but I haven't gotten around to x07...Morgana you twisted, twisted woman...

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