Chapter 21.
Surprisingly Molly hadn't remembered about the ''sedative incident'' so Sherlock was safe for the moment. Molly had been cuddling up to him more often but he didn't seem to mind, odd this wasn't it? Molly was sitting on the sofa watching some TV programme that he didn't particularly care about. So he made coffee instead, Molly bought some decent coffee this week, the last coffee she bought didn't taste very much like coffee…
"Sherlock" Molly called through to him, he looked up slowly he'd be damned if he had to sit through yet another episode of Judge Judy, "Do you want to go out today?" she asked, BRILLIANT! He thought, it was like he was a small toddler going to the park, he bounded over to her. "Where do you want to go?" he asked. "There's a boat up to Greenwich at two, we could go to the planetarium, or to the market." Molly said, Sherlock sighed he didn't care for the planetarium.
But it's the solar system…'
John's words echoed through his head. It was getting worse maybe he needed a bit of fresh air. "Fine, but not the planetarium" Sherlock agreed, walking over to get his coat, he didn't need to wear a disguise anymore so he didn't bother. He watched Molly tie her hair up, parting her hair to the side, she always wore it like that ever since he had mentioned it, "Coming?" Molly opened the door and walked out, Sherlock rushed out after her slamming the door shut behind him. Once they had got out side they let their fingers entwine, Sherlock like holding Molly's hand it was comfort to him. "Ready to get on" Molly walked along the pier towards the boat. Sherlock hadn't been on that many boats but it was only a boat. "Of course" Sherlock replied stepping through the doorway. "Inside or outside?" Molly asked however she was already walking slowly towards the back of the boat, there were three rows of wooden benches they were slightly damp but Sherlock and Molly sat down on them anyway.
The engines started up as they moved backwards away from the port. "This is going to be fun!" Molly clearly like going up to Greenwich, Sherlock had never really been there much, so he didn't really have an opinion on the place. It took roughly half an hour to get there, so many quays he didn't know why there was so many of them it slightly bothered him. But he didn't dwell on it too much, he was out with Molly and that's all he planned to think about.
The walk up to the market was slow, Molly insisted that they'd look around the bigger boat, he couldn't remember the name, but it was a bloody big ship! They got to the market; it was crowded with tourists and sellers. First they came across a small stall, it sold sock monsters, they were 'really cool!' according to Molly. So she bought one for herself and Sherlock, Sherlock held it in his hand, hand-made, three to five hours to make, green and black stripes covered its body and had little red arms, it was sweet. "Molly?" Sherlock had lost track of her in the crowds, there was too many people and he was starting to panic "Molly!" He called wandering over to a small empty corner and stood there waiting. "Sherlock what are you doing over there?" Molly wandered over to him "I thought I had lost you…" Sherlock said "Can we go now?" "No, I want to show you something." Molly grabbed him hand and dragged him along.
The feeling he got when Molly grabbed him hand was amazing, his hand went all tingly it was funny!
They arrived at a small Chinese stall 'Sherlock look over here, exactly the same as the cipher.' Damn it John! "Sherlock are you alright?" Molly asked, Sherlock had gone quite pale. "Sherlock" Molly waved her hand in front of his face. Sherlock looked at her, "What?" He asked "Doesn't matter, do you want to try a spring roll, they're delicious!" Molly asked him "Hmm, oh. Yes I suppose." Sherlock waited as Molly ordered two spring rolls and handed one to him, it smelled lovely, his breakfast yum!,
The began walking back to the boat, but stopped for a while sitting on the damp grass, Sherlock lay on his back, staring at the sky, Molly wouldn't lie down next to him as it was ''too wet'' but sat down all the same.
They watched the boats go past, speeding along the Thames, occasionally stopping at the pier. "Molly" Sherlock murmured, he didn't really know what to say he just wanted to break the silence, "Mmm" Molly looked down at him. Sherlock panicked he couldn't find anything to say, he always said something. Always! His mind had gone blank, Molly was looking at him, confused "I-It doesn't matter…" he breathed out, not realising he was holding his breath. "What's up?" Molly asked, she was concerned "Oh, nothing important… What's the time?" he replied, kicking himself inside, "It's nearly four, why do you want to go back?" Molly asked, she was enjoying sitting with him and didn't really want to get up and leave. "I don't mind, what do you want to do?" Sherlock rolled closer to her, getting small pieces of grass stuck in his hair. Molly suppressed a laugh. Sherlock sat up, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I-I guess—we could go back to the flat." Molly thought out loud. "i-if you want?" Sherlock nodded, standing up he reached out his hand to Molly, she grabbed it and Sherlock pulled her up. He pulled her up with so much force that they nearly fell over back onto the ground. Instead Molly just fell into Sherlock. She grinned looking up at him "Are you alright?" Sherlock smirked "I think so." Molly smiled at him, pecking him on the cheek. He loved it when he could make Molly smile, her's was so lovely.
The boat was pretty much empty, apart from an older couple at the front, Sherlock was quite all the way back, and Molly wondered if she had done anything. "Sherlock, really what's wrong?" Molly persisted. "Don't worry Molly, I'm just tired." replied Sherlock. 'Bullshit.' Molly thought 'You're never tired.' "Sherlock please tell me" Molly moaned "I'll tell you later, okay." Sherlock smiled at her. Molly rolled her eyes, but continued walking.
Their street was completely empty, just one lone figure stood right outside their flat, quite tall not Mycroft, dark brown hair, Who. Once they got closer Sherlock stopped dead. How the hell could it be him! He was dead! How was he here!