They both ran as fast as they could against the icy winds that were trying to push them back. Molly could still feel Sherlock's hand in hers as they raced along the road. She kept running. She was getting colder and colder. The wind was making it hard to breathe. Just when she thought there was no hope of them making it back, she saw the cabin. They both rushed up to the door Sherlock unlock in and slammed the door shut. It took them both about two seconds to realize that the cabin wasn't much warmer than outside.

"The heat shut down" Molly said, sounding so defeated.

"I'll go get the firewood. You get blankets. We will have to sleep up here tonight. We won't be warm enough in the basement."

Molly didn't have time to think of the 'we' he had mentioned. She ran and got a comforter and sheet. She found an old wool blanket in the cabinet in one of the rooms and went back to the living room where Sherlock was building a fire. He had moved the couch closer to it. The couch was apparently a pull-out bed or else it was transformed by magic. Molly now understood how 'we' were going to fit on the couch.

"Why do you still have your coat on?" Sherlock asked her.

"Oh, I don't know." She took it off and immediately began to shake. Sherlock ran over to her.

"What's wrong?" he asked urgently.

"I'm cold" she replied.

"Here" he said, wrapping her in a cocoon with the comforter. "Is that better?"

She nodded and watched as he went back to the fire. She sat down on the couch and waited for him to be done making the fire. When he was, she patted the couch next to her and he sat down, pulling a blanket over his legs. They both sat there when Molly blurted "Why did you hire me at St. Bart's?" This took Sherlock by surprise. He just stared at her, very confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Why me? What made me so special?"

"You were smart."

"There was a girl who knew the periodic table by heart! I am not smarter than her."

"She was trying to show off. You were just there trying to get a job. That's why I hired you. You weren't trying to be smart; you just were."

Molly blushed and smiled. "Thanks" she whispered. "I remember how freaked out I was after I got the job. I was so excited and was on my way to my hoses when I got a call from your dear brother. I went and meet him, although I suppose some people would consider it kidnapping"

"Mycroft talked to you about me?!"

"He's talked to everyone, even Lestrade."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"He didn't offer me any money or anything. Just looked me up and down and went 'You take care of him Molly Hooper.' I just promised that I would and I was taken back to my house." She shrugged. "I didn't really think it was that important. He was your brother."

"He told you I was his brother?"

"Well, no. I just kind of guessed that part. I saw a form that the lady in the car, what was her name?...Athena, and it said 'Mr. Holmes'. That was your last name so I took it from there."

"How did you know he was my brother? He could have been my uncle or cousin."

"I was whisked out of my normal life to be taken to an abandon factory just to be told to keep an eye on you; who else loves and cars for you that much but your brother?"

"You think my brother cares for me?"

"I think he loves you very much. But, you both show it in different ways."

"How do I show it to him?"

"You stop annoying him" she smiled. He smiled too. He hadn't realized till now how much he liked the company of Molly. Sherlock looked at her. He was getting the fuzzy feeling. He was alone, with Molly Hooper. Why did that make him so happy?

"Are you still cold?"

"Oh, no. I'm fine" she lied. Sherlock could still see her shaking. He gestured for her to come closer to him. She looked confused. He gestured again. She still didn't understand what he wanted.

"Look" he said, a slight blush coming to his cheeks "if you come over here, closer to me, then some of my body heat will radiate off and make you warmer. So come over here"

Her eyes widened and she blushed deep red. He rolled his eyes and pulled her over towards him. She ended up lying on her side facing him. He lay next to her and leaned on his elbow.

"What shall we talk of now, Ms. Hooper?" his whispered. She looked into those deep blue eyes that she loved so much.

"Not sure" she whispered back.

"Any childhood stories you would like to tell?" he laughed "Since you decided earlier that you wanted to get to know me; now it's my turn."

"When I was five I fell off my bike and broke my arm." She said, looking at Sherlock

"I spent five hours at the hospital waiting to get in and waiting to get a diagnosis on my arm. My parents had wondered off. My mom went to the bathroom and my dad went to go get some lunch. So, I sat there and talked to the other people in the waiting room. I even had a nice chat with a doctor that was taking his break. He told about surgery and diseases and answered all the questions I asked him. I just remember being almost sad when I had to leave the hospital. They didn't treat me like some weird little girl there. They let me ask questions and be curious. That was when I decided I wanted to go into medicine."

"Why didn't you become a doctor? Why work with dead people?"

"It was easier for me to concentrate on my work if I wasn't worried that the person was going to die on my hands. I decided that I couldn't deal with the feeling of watching someone die."

Sherlock nodded. "When did you decide that you wanted to be a consulting detective?" she asked him.

"Well, I was really good at solving puzzles when I was a kid. That is all crimes really are; a puzzle to solve. I got a model in school because I solved this 'mystery' of someone stealing socks. It was one of the maids that were too poor to give socks to her children. So she stole them. The school helped her out and I got a medal."

"Was there a ceremony honoring you?" Molly yawned.

"Yes. It was ridiculous."

"Did your family come?"

Sherlock's face hardened. His voice had a little change. It was like he was trying to hold back an emotion. "My mother came. Of, course she was very happy and gave me a huge hug. But my father never came to anything I did. He was always too busy to come see me."

"I got a medal once" Molly said, trying to lighten the mood again "I was seven. It was for being voted the kindest girl in my class. But it was taken away when I punched Billy Turner in the nose."

Sherlock looked at her very surprised

"Why did you punch him?"

"He made fun of my friend and was physically hurting her. So, I ran over and told him to stop. He began punching me and my instincts kicked in. He bled all over. His mother called the school and called for my expulsion. The head of the school sat me down and heard my side of the story. Billy told the head that he had been hitting people and being mean. Because Billy told the truth, he was given a warning. I was too, but Billy's mother was so angry. She was a big donor to the school and we couldn't lose her money. So they took my award away. Billy and I became good friends. He works at a bank now."

"Do you visit him?" Sherlock asked, trying to sound nonchalant. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't like Molly having 'good friends' outside of his group of 'friends'.

"I get a Christmas card from him every year. He's married and has two wonderful children. When he and his wife went on their anniversary cruise a summer ago, I watch his kids." She began to yawn more and she felt herself becoming very tired.

"Go to sleep." Sherlock said. She nodded and lay there. After about a couple of seconds, Sherlock shifted his weight so that he was lying down and she was in his arms. As if on an impulse, he kissed her forehead. Sherlock and Molly were both glad that the other couldn't see their blushing faces.