YAY, most of you got the Merlin reference :D I think I'm going to put more fandoms reference in this story but for now, no references!
I'm so sorry for updating so late, my parents and I are re-painting the whole house, it's a looong work! But I promise you that I'm going to update tomorrow or the day after tomorrow :)
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Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's characters but I own my characters. Oh and Sir ACD obviously does own his characters and a new one I'm introducing here.
A/N: English is not my first language and this chapter was not beta'd.
TEN MONTHS LATER
Molly was looking at her reflection in the mirror, not quite satisfied with what she was seeing.
"I really don't get why you keep saying it doesn't fit you, red perfectly suits you!" Mary said.
"I don't know…I think it makes me look fatter" Molly pointed out.
"Oh, come on. You're not fat" Mary said, smiling. "I bet your boyfriend is going to love to see you with this dress on!".
"I'm not buying this to please him" Molly said. Mary frowned and realized how much Molly had changed. Molly had casually met Mary in that shop; they were high school classmates but lost contact when Molly moved to London. Mary had recently moved to London and was happy to see her old friend again.
"Really?" she asked. "And why not?".
"He's…not quite the normal type of boyfriend. It's complicate" Molly answered.
"Are you happy with him?" Mary asked, wondering if this man she was talking about was good enough for her.
"Oh, yes, very much. Don't worry, I'm fine" Molly said and put her hands on her hips.
"Buy it. You look lovely" Mary said. Molly smiled and nodded, changing into her normal clothes. She bought a couple of dresses and went to a bar with Mary. They had a lot to talk about.
"Oh and how's Melissa doing? Does she still live in Brighton?" Mary asked. Molly looked down, feeling sad whenever Melissa was mentioned.
"She died last year. Actually, in two days it'll be a year" Molly said and Mary covered her mouth, shocked.
"I'm so sorry, Molly, I didn't know. But…how? Was she…sick?" she asked, not sure if she could ask more questions.
"No, she's been murdered. It's a long story" Molly said and Mary took her hand, showing her understanding.
"Tell me about your boyfriend then!" Mary said, changing the subject quickly.
"Oh well, he's-" Molly was about to tell her everything when someone called her across the street.
"Molly! Molly!" John shouted. He approached her, panting.
"John! What is it, something happened?" she asked. John took a few moments before talking again.
"Sherlock…he…he got himself arrested" he said.
"Why?" Molly asked. Even if she didn't know what was going on, Mary found it surprising how calm she was.
"It was part of his plan, he needed to find more information about one of the prisoners. Can you go and fetch him? I'm late for work – again" John said.
"Of course" Molly said and saw how John immediately landed his eyes on Mary. "Oh, sorry, my manners. John, this is Mary Morstan, an old friend of mine. Mary, this is John Watson".
"My pleasure" John said, shaking her hand.
"Watson…the John Watson? Holmes' blogger?" Mary asked.
"Oh, so someone actually remembers me as a blogger and not a bachelor" he said laughing. "That's me".
"Nice to meet you" Mary said. John stared at her for a while but then went back to reality.
"I have to go now, I'll see you tonight. Hope to see you soon, Mary" John said.
"Same for you, John" she answered and John left. She turned to face Molly, curious. "I didn't know you were friends with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson!".
"Actually, Sherlock is not just my friend" Molly replied, smiling. "He's, well, my boyfriend". Mary's jaw dropped and she laughed a bit.
"Sherlock? Your boyfriend? I thought he was gay" Mary exclaimed.
"Yeah, that's what half of London thought. But he's not, nor is John" Molly replied.
"Oh, I get it now, that your boyfriend is not the usual boyfriend" Mary said, laughing. "Is…is John single?".
"Very much single".
"Do you mind if I come with you?".
Half an hour later, Molly was paying the bail for Sherlock who was slowly getting out of jail. As soon as the guard let him out, he snorted.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Molly asked, watching Sherlock sign the papers.
"Of course but still, there are some missing information and I need to sort them out" he replied. He suddenly realized they weren't alone.
"Sherlock, this is Mary, a friend of mine" she said, introducing them. Mary stretched her hand out and Sherlock shook it after a while.
"It's good to meet you, Mr. Holmes" Mary said, showing her teeth.
"Please, call me Sherlock. Where is John?" he asked, pulling back his hand, looking at Molly.
"He's gone to work" she answered.
"What? Oh, not again!" Sherlock whined. They walked out of the prison and Sherlock started to mumble things. He stopped a cab and almost jumped in before turning around and soundly kissing Molly on the lips.
"Thank you for the bail" he said before dropping into the cab. Molly sighed, happily, and watched him leave.
"Is he always like that?" Mary asked.
"Yeah" Molly answered, taking her friend by the arm, walking away.
A week after, Molly was sitting on her bed. It was late and she was reading the book Ethan gave her when she helped him with Melissa's things. Molly wasn't fond of romantic novels, if she was to read something she would choose a scientific book or something related with medicine. This book, though, was quite beautiful. Actually, one of the main characters was a doctor but it focused on his love life. It was a really good book and Molly started to love it. Maybe because she really liked that kind of tragic love stories or maybe because it was something that made her feel close to Melissa.
She felt two strong arms wrap around her waist and she smiled.
"What are you reading?" Sherlock asked. She showed him the cover while still reading it.
"The Orange Girl by Jostein Gaarder" she answered. Sherlock frowned, resting his head on her lap.
"I never thought you were the kind of girl who liked mawkish stories" he pointed out.
"How do you know it's a mawkish one?" Molly asked.
"You showed me the back of the cover, I know how to read, you know" he replied. Molly closed the book and put it on the nightstand, caressing Sherlock's hair.
"It was Melissa's favourite book. Ethan gave it to me when he moved" she replied. Sherlock stayed silent, waiting for her to speak again.
"I miss her so much. Sometimes I just need something to feel her close again" she said. Sherlock sat up and held her in his arms.
"How was the case?" she then asked, cuddling in his arms.
"I have to admit it was very interesting, even if in the end it was banal. A policeman and a psychopath were involved into some government's plans and both were cleverly protecting each other. We handed them to Lestrade and this means I have the entire night off" Sherlock said and Molly giggled.
"Oh, do you? And what would you like to do?" she asked, kissing him. He kissed her back and smiled against her mouth.
"I have a couple of ideas in mind" he said as he kissed her neck. "Mmmh, maybe just one". Molly laughed and kissed him countless times. Sherlock was now on top of her and he let his hands travel under her clothes. Molly smiled, letting his kisses go wherever he wanted and soon clothes were on the ground.
Strangely enough, Molly was the one who woke up first. It was usually Sherlock who would wake up at strange hours, whether to run off to solve some cases or just because sleep didn't fit him. When Molly slipped out of bed she'd been careful not to wake him. She went to the bathroom, had a shower and then got dressed. As she started to make breakfast, she heard her bedroom door open.
"Good morning" she said, turning around. Sherlock had his nightgown on. Only his nightgown on.
"Good morning indeed. Do I smell breakfast?" he asked. He approached her and kissed her sweetly.
"Yes but you need a shower first" she pointed out. Sherlock smiled and stretched.
"Fair enough" he replied. He went to the bathroom and as soon as he got dressed, his phone rang.
"Can't stay for breakfast, Lestrade just called me, new case" he said, collecting his things. He sounded happy.
"Alright. Oh, don't forget that Sam's coming today" she said.
"How long is he going to stay?" he asked. It was summertime, he expected the child to stay for more than a week.
"Two weeks or more" Molly replied.
"I'll be here at 3 o'clock" he said and kissed her goodbye. Molly smiled and went back to her breakfast. She went to work and surprisingly, she didn't get bored. She never got bored, actually, but sometimes she just wanted time to pass quickly and go home and rest. She went out for lunch with Mary and was back home just in time to rest. One hour later, both Sherlock and Sam arrived.
Ethan didn't look happy when he entered Molly's apartment with Sherlock on his side. He promised to be polite, even if he really didn't like the idea of Sam liking Sherlock so much. Ethan quickly left, promising to call every day.
"So, how was school?" Molly asked.
"It was good! School is very cool and I have a lot of friends now" Sam said. It was his very first year at school and he was extremely excited.
"Oh, that's good" Molly said, sitting on the couch with him. Sherlock had taken his bags in Molly's bedroom and returned quickly to the living room, watching Molly interact with her nephew.
"I have a best buddy now, Thomas. He's like me. His mommy is gone too" he said, stroking Toby's fur. Molly wrapped her arm around his shoulders, sighing. "He says he can't remember her because she died when he was three years old. Am I going to forget my mommy too?". Molly hugged him and Toby jumped on the floor, whining.
"You won't forget her, sweetie. You just have to keep her in your heart and in your mind" Molly answered. Sam nodded and then looked at Sherlock.
"Do you remember your daddy?" he asked. Molly looked up and saw he was directing his question to Sherlock. He nodded and came closer, kneeling in front of him.
"I remember him very well, even if he died many years ago. I have little memories of him but he's in here", he pointed to his head, "in my mind. You won't forget your mother". Sam smiled and hugged Sherlock. He didn't really know how to hug kids. He got used to have Molly in his arms and he hugged a few people, but they all were adults. He patted his back, trying not to disappoint the kid. Sam smiled and started to follow Toby around, happily playing with him for a while. Sherlock sat next to Molly and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you" she whispered. He kissed the top of her head and slipped a hand on her waist.
They stayed silent for a bit, watching Sam play, when Sherlock took his phone out.
"I must go now, I have a couple of things to do" he said getting up.
"Alright. Sam, would you like to go to the park with me?" Molly asked.
"Yeah!" Sam exclaimed, very happy.
"Actually, I was thinking to take Sam with me. There is something I need to do which might require his assistance" Sherlock said, smiling.
"No, Sherlock, you're not brining him on a case" Molly warned him.
"Oh why not? Please, Sherlock, can I see you work?" Sam begged, pulling his coat.
"I don't have a case right now so I'm not taking him to work with me" Sherlock answered back.
"Why do you need him, then?" she asked, confused.
"Oh, you'll see soon enough" Sherlock answered. Molly wasn't convinced and he reached her and grabbed her hands. "I promise you he'll be safe, it's nothing dangerous. John will be there, too".
"He's out with Mary" she pointed out.
"He didn't waste time. Well, we can switch. I take John and you take Mary" Sherlock proposed.
"She's my friend but I don't fancy Mary, you know" she replied. Sherlock frowned and Molly sighed. "Alright, alright". Molly and Sam got ready and then they all went out. It didn't take much time to find John and Mary happily chatting, sitting in a bar.
"Guys! What are you doing here?" John asked when they approached them. "Hi Sam".
"We're here to propose you a switch" Sherlock said. "A switch of partners" Molly added, still not convinced.
"I need John for an hour. Can I borrow him, Mary?" Sherlock asked. He was acting way too nicely with her, Molly noticed.
"Oh. Well, if it's necessary" Mary answered.
"Very necessary" Sherlock replied. John shot him a furious glance as he got up, asking the waiter for the bill. As he paid, he gave Mary a quick kiss on the cheek and followed Sherlock and Sam away. Molly sat next to Mary, sighing.
"Are you sure they're not gay?" Mary asked.
"Sometimes, I think they are" Molly answered. Seeing Mary's worried face, she smiled. "I mean, I think sometimes they just need time to spend together. They're best friends".
Yep, Sam's back and Mary is here!
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