They sat on top of the roof together, Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper. For their birthdays while Sherlock was dead, Molly and Sherlock made it a tradition to go up to the roof of Bart's. Molly brought a small tub of ice-cream and two spoons while Sherlock brought her presents from all the places he visited to bring down Moriarty's network.

Holmes and Hooper didn't really have an awful lot to say, Sherlock would babble on about his investigations and Molly would smile and nod. When they did get together, any time other than their birthdays, they had an awful lot to do and were unable to just talk.

"Why do you bring chocolate ice-cream?" Sherlock asked on Molly's birthday the second year.

"I don't know. I suppose because really everyone likes chocolate ice-cream and I thought you would too."

Sherlock's eyebrows compressed themselves and his lips turned down.

"I'm more of a vanilla person, myself," he told her and she nodded.

"I prefer rainbow."

"They're the same, you know."

"What?"

"Vanilla and rainbow are the same flavour. They're both vanilla but one has colours in it," he informed her.

"Psht, no. The rainbow one tastes more like caramel than vanilla."

"Seriously, Molly, you're not paying attention. They're the same colour just different colour," he argued and she held her hand up in a surrender position.

"Alright, alright. Believe what you want."

Sherlock pressed his fingers to his temples. "It's the same. I should know, I'm me."

Molly raised her eyebrows and scooped some more ice-cream.

"I like the view here. You chose a great spot last year. Oh, I didn't-"

"No. I get it. I thought the same thing."

There was another lingering silence then, not awkward, yet not completely comfortable, at least in Molly's opinion. Sherlock himself wasn't really paying attention, just thinking about how vanilla and rainbow were the same flavour.

"Alright. We'll test it next time we get together, alright?"

Molly looked over at Sherlock, confused by his decision.

"I- what? The view?"

"No, Molly, the ice-cream, of course!" he cried out, sighing in frustration.

"Oh. Alright. I'd get some now but…" she trailed off and looked down at the small tub.

"I said the next time we get together. Sometimes, you need to listen, Molly," he rolled his eyes at her and took another scoop of ice-cream.

Molly wasn't entirely sure why they did this. They didn't sit on the edge, they weren't even close. But they went out there and ate ice-cream together. He couldn't really go to an ice-cream parlour with her. They could have gone to the country or just left England all together, but Sherlock would come by before Molly's lunch and sat with her. On the first year, she had Sherlock's birthday off and they went to the roof of her flat's building to eat chocolate ice-cream. Sherlock told her all about the adventures he had that year and Molly nodded eagerly to hear about it.

Sure, sometimes she didn't understand what he actually did or what it meant, but she still loved to about it and she thought Sherlock loved to have someone to tell about all the adventures.

Today was different; Sherlock hadn't said anything about his adventures. Molly hadn't seen him since his last birthday and yet he had nothing to say. He hadn't brought anything with him (not that she minded, but it was odd) and he was acting really bizarrely.

"What have you been doing these past few months?" Molly asked her consulting detective.

"Usual," he replied before sighing and taking more ice-cream.

"Come on, you usually have a great story or two about how you took down some criminal and I love listening to them."

Sherlock scoffed at her words. "You don't usually understand them," he told her and took more ice-cream.

"So? I still love hearing them. Has something happened? Is something wrong?" she asked and bit her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrowing.

"No. I just miss life in London," he told her and she nodded before looking away down at the ground.

"I think London has missed you too. I have," she said, adding the last bit in a whisper.

"I've missed you too, Molly. I can't imagine how John's feeling. We see each other often. John, however, John hasn't seen me, heard from me or had anything to do with me for the last two years."

Sherlock moved away from Molly and walked closer to the edge, looking down at all the ant sized people. He took a sharp intake of the crisp, London air.

'John,' she decided, 'it's because of him.'

"He's alright, by the way. John. I was talking to Mary and she fills me in regularly. He doesn't come by the morgue anymore…"

"I figured that much. His life has pretty much frozen whilst I've been away."

Molly gave him an odd look but decided not to correct him. If he was going to live in the delusion that Sherlock is London, Molly would let him do so, it was for only a few months more anyway. She just nodded at him and turned her attention back to ice-cream.

"What about you? Has your life progressed much further since I left?" he asked and Molly shook her head as he turned around.

"Still work in the morgue, still doing the same stuff, still seeing the same people… except two… one died and the other lost a best friend. It's not too bad though. The dead one is still alive and he promises to see his best friend, so all in all, nothing has changed and I don't think much will change any time soon," Molly teased.

"Not seeing anyone?" he asked and Molly shook her head again.

"I've had a few dates, nothing overly serious…" she trailed off, Sherlock not noticing.

"Well, I just want you to be happy," he turned around and smiled briefly before sitting beside her and taking some more ice-cream. "You know what, Molly? This ice-cream would look great… on your nose."

Sherlock dabbed the spoon on Molly's nose, her eyes following the movement and leaving her cross-eyed for a moment or two. And with that, the ice-cream war started, although a child walking past Bart's thought it was raining ice-cream…

A/N: Hey guys!

As requested by SammyKatz, here is Sherlock's POV about Day 12: Makeup. Day 13 already has just over 1,000 words so this isn't to make up words, this is just because it was requested and it seemed like a good idea. I hope you enjoyed day 13 and that you enjoy a new POV of day 12. :)

Sherlock looked at the door of 221B. He heard the pitta patta of someone walking up the stairs and, based on who was in his apartment, Molly was the only one left.

"Oh, dear god." What was she wearing? She had bulked up and not to mention the cake face and that hair.

Molly entered the room, a shy smile on her face as she ignored Sherlock's comment. She had her two bags of presents for her friends.

"Hello, everyone. Sorry, hello. Er, it said on the door just to come up," she said and everyone began to greet her.

"Oh, everybody's saying hullo to each other. How wonderful," Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked away from Molly.

"Let me, er… holy Mary!" John exclaimed from behind Sherlock, causing him to turn around.

Molly was dressed in a tight black dress. Why would she wear that here in front of John and Lestrade?

Graham gawps at her too. "Wow!"

"Having a Christmas drinkies, then?" Molly asked, Sherlock averting his eyes from her as she did so.

"No stopping them, apparently," Sherlock grumbled as he sat down at a table, taking John's laptop.

"It's the one day of the year where the boys have to be nice to me, so it's worth it!" Mrs Hudson told Molly who giggled nervously at the words.

"John?" Sherlock suddenly asked and his friend walked over to the detective. This was not right…

"Molly? Want a drink?" Jeff asked.

"The counter on your blog is stuck at one thousand eight hundred and ninety five." Sherlock pressed his finger against the screen, making a point to his blogger.

"Ooh no! Christmas is cancelled!" John mocked causing Sherlock to sigh in frustration. But that's when he saw it. His finger moved to the side bar.

"And you've got a photograph of me wearing that hat!" Sherlock suddenly exclaimed.

"People like that hat."

"No they don't. What people?" Sherlock sighed once more, his blogger being an arse today.

"How's the hip?" he heard Molly ask as he continued to stalk the blog.

"Ooh, it's atrocious, but thanks for asking," Mrs Hudson replied with a smile in her voice.

"I've seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems." Molly gasped as she realised what she had said. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Oh, God. Sorry."

"Don't make jokes, Molly," Sherlock stated before continuing to scroll through the comments of various dimwits on the blog.

"No. Sorry. I wasn't expecting to see you. I thought you were gonna be in Dorset for Christmas." She was talking to Gavin now. Oh God, was she purposefully trying to get him annoyed?

"That's first thing in the morning. Me and the wife- we're back together. It's all sorted." There was a grin in his voice.

"No, she's sleeping with a P.E. teacher," Sherlock replied, switching tabs to the Science of Deduction.

"And John. I hear you're off to your sister's, is that right?" she moved on after a few seconds.

"Yeah."

"Sherlock was complaining." Complaining?! Sherlock Holmes does not complain about anything, especially about John. "…saying." Had he said that aloud?

"First time ever, she's cleaned up her act. She's off the booze." Sherlock forced back a scoff.

"Nope."

"Shut up, Sherlock."

Sherlock spun around to look at Molly. "I see you've got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you're serious about him."

He noticed how her face paled when he spoke. "Sorry, what?"

"In fact, you're seeing him this very night and giving him a gift."

"Take a day off," John whispered.

Lestrade grabbed a glass from across the table and put it down beside Sherlock. "Shut up and have a drink."

"Oh, come on. Surely you've all seen the present at the top of the bag- perfectly wrapped with a bow. All the others are slapdash at best." He stood up and walked towards Molly, looking down at her bags of presents. "It's for someone special, then." He picked up the top present, jealousy coursing through his veins. "The shade of red echoes her lipstick- either an unconscious association or one that she's deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has lurrrrve on her mind. The fact that she's serious about him is clear from the fact she's giving him a gift at all. That would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn; and that she's seeing him tonight is evident from her make-up and what she's wearing." He smiled smugly towards John who was shaking his head, looking down at his shoes. What on earth did THAT mean?! Sherlock looked back a the present and turned over the tag before continuing on his deductions. "Obviously trying to compensate for her size of her mouth and breasts…" he trailed off as he looked inside the tag of the present.

Dearest Sherlock

Love Molly xxx

Well shoot.

"You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always. Always." She fought off tears as Sherlock began to turn away. How could he be so stupid?! Why did he have to embarrass her at the Christmas party of all places. She was usually always free for Christmas and would come to the morgue if needs be.

He turned around, feeling terrible. "I am sorry. Forgive me. Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper." He leant forward and kissed her on the cheek, a moment he hoped she would understand as an apology for everything. This was certainly a Christmas he'd never forget.

Sherlock noticed that Molly never wore makeup in his presence again. 'A good decision too,' he decided. She looks so much better natural, she's already beautiful.'

A/N:

Yay! Loads of cute! Tomorrow's prompt is 'gender swap'! Eep! Never written gender swap before! Wish me luck!