Hello everyone. It's time to get serious. ENJOY
Sherlock walked in from the London street into his home. It was unusually quite. Normally Livingston would be chatting with Molly about college, or Heather would be rambling about her personal life. Sherlock walked up the steps to 221 B and saw an unusual sight. Livingston was on the couch waiting for him with his arms crossed. He had a determined look on his face, he needed to speak to him about something personal maybe a little bit offending.
"Can I talk to you dad" Livingston asked. Sherlock removed his scarf.
"Certainly" he replied.
"Do you know how long you've been gone" Livingston asked.
"I'm hunting serial killers and mass murders, of course I know how long I was gone. 25 hours, 39 minutes, and 14 seconds" answered Sherlock to an unimpressed Livingston. That's the problem when you have children who are just as smart as you, they aren't impressed with you after they're 8.
"I've been gone for longer Livingston, it's never upset you before. I haven't missed any important milestones in your life, I've done we'll" Sherlock told his son, but Livingston just shook his head.
"It's not me I'm worried about its...mom" he replied.
"How so" Sherlock asked.
"Before you could leave for a couple of days and she'd have Wellie, Remmy, and Me to keep her busy and not lonely, but I'm leaving for Cambridge next week and she's going to be all by herself" Livingston said to his dad.
"I happen to recall a time when she spent almost all of her days by herself, I think she can handle a day or two every once in a while without me" Sherlock said as he removed his coat and hung it up along with his scarf.
"That's called being a single pathologist living in London, she hasn't been that person in a long time" Livingston retorted.
"And I still don't see the purpose of you three going to college, you've all said your going to band together and start a consulting detective business" Sherlock said to derail the conversation.
"You know why. Mom won't let us start the business unless we have college degrees, it's our deal. Besides your one to talk mister Bachelor's degree in chemistry" Livingston said. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Your Grandmum made me get that, and it was the only way I could get into Bart's morgue, some silly rule about have qualifications" Sherlock said.
"That was until they hired Mom right" said Livingston. Sherlock smiled.
"It was much easier we she came around" Sherlock fondly remembered, then cringed at the memory of the way he had treated her.
"Either way I'm leaving next week and I don't want to get a call at 2 in the morning from mom saying that you haven't been home in week, you know she always sends me to Angelo's and the owner still think I'm you and Uncle John's baby" Livingston said.
"I'll try" Sherlock said.
"We both know that's not good enough"Livingston said as he gave his dad that 'look'.
"You know I can't promise anything" he said.
"Bull crap, I use that excuse all the time on Heather when I don't want to go to some idiotic romantic comedy. It only works half the time for her. I'm not stupid" he sternly said.
"Who gave you the right to tell me anything about marriage" Sherlock said defensively.
"I'm the back-up" Livingston said.
"You act like I know what that means" Sherlock said.
"When Wellie let for college he still had Remmy and we to watch after mom. When Remmy left he relied on me to watch after her. I don't have anyone, I have to trust you" he said.
"You don't trust me to take care of wife" Sherlock said.
"I believe you'd protect her until you die, but that's not what I'm talking about" scolded Livingston.
"She's a grown woman. She can take care of herself" Sherlock said as he raised his voice
"I know that, but I'M SCARED" Livingston yelled at his father. This caught Sherlock off guard, Livingston never yelled, never. Not even when he was younger. He was the water that cooled off his brothers, he was the sensible one and he had just lost his cool.
"Your scared that I'm going to leave her alone for to long" he said
"Sometimes when you had been gone for a really long time we would see mom and she wasn't happy. It was hard for her waking up and NO ONE was there beside her" Livingston reminded him. Sherlock knew exactly what he was talking about. Livingston wasn't alive for The Fall he didn't remember the time when he was gone for the longest. Sherlock remembered it vividly. He had just finished off Moriarty's network, or so he had though. He raced to Molly's apartment and when he opened that door he saw her eating ice cream watching an old rerun of Scrubs. When she saw who had lock picked her door she dropped her bowl and ran towards him. She gave him he fiercest hug he has ever received in his life. That hug represented a year and a half of not knowing weather he was alive or dead, not knowing weather he was injured, sleepless nights when she just wanted to roll over and see her curly headed guy sleeping peacefully on the pillow next to her. Then she kissed him and he felt the joy, of him being alive, of him having succeeded, of him being there. What Livingston didn't know was that he felt the same thing ever time he came home from a long trip. Molly would give him a hug and a kiss and they all shared the same feelings, the same fear.
"I don't want you to shrug this off and don't just drag her along on cases making her feel like a third wheel. SHE MATTERS" Livingston said.
"Who ever said she didn't" Sherlock retorted back.
"You've been cruising on that whole 'you count' line ever since the fall. Sure you've said it since then but of course Mom counts she's a human being ever human being counts, you've never said that she matters" Livingston said.
"I married her, I've had three kids with her, I plan to spend the rest of my life with her. Actions speak louder than words" he retorted.
"But words count" Livingston told him
"They do...don't they" Sherlock said. He knew from the very start that he wasn't cut out for all this domestic tranquility. What was he going to do when Molly didn't have children to occupy her, she was going to turn to him and he wouldn't have the first clue as how to make sure she felt needed.
"Spend time with her now while you still can" said Livingston.
"What does that mean" asked a slightly insulted Sherlock.
"Statistics. Wives live longer than husbands, and woman usually live longer than men. One day something is finally going to kill you and she'll be alone" said Livingston.
"Your wrong I'm not going to die first"
"Statistics say other wise"
"She's going first"
"What makes you so sure"
"Even though its going to hurt like Hell when...she goes no spouse deserves to go to their husband's funeral twice" Sherlock said solemnly. Livingston heard it, the crack in his voice. Sherlock never wanted to see his Molly die and move on, but he couldn't live with her crying over his casket for a second time, Unacceptable.
"Just tell me that you won't leave her alone, you won't shut her out of your life, let her into the mind palace. I swear it improves the sex life" Livingston said in a more relaxed tone.
"What would you know about how letting a woman into your mind palace improves sexual enjoyment" Sherlock questioned. Livingston noticed he slipped up.
"Ab...solutely nothing" Livy stringed together.
"I thought Heather was one of those 'waiting till marriage' people" Sherlock questioned.
"She...was" Livingston said. Sherlock giggled at his son's embarrassment. Good for them, that Watson girl needed to relax.
"I'll promise to make sure I'm spending adequate time with your mother and to not tell John about what I just heard if you promise we one thing" Sherlock said.
"And what's that exactly"
"You keep you, and your brothers hands off of my Scotland Yard cases" Sherlock said.
"Hey Lestrade is the one who makes the calls and why have one Holmes when you can have three" Livingston joked.
"Doesn't matter you'll be to busy doing body shots at Cambridge to focus on Scotland Yard" Sherlock teased.
"No, I'm going there to get my BA in law and I'm out" Livingston said.
"That's a nice lie to tell your mother" Sherlock joked.
"I'm ready to get out in the field and save lives, avenge deaths. You've inspired me, heck you've inspired us all" Livy said.
"I don't know what you mean, I don't 'inspire' anyone"
"Are you kidding me. Wellie, Remmy, and I have never wanted to be anything else that what you are. Heather is going to business school so she can run Holmes Inc. Pricilla is going to be a forensic artist, and have you looked at Uncle John's blog recently there are thousands of comments on how you've changed people's lives and made them better people" Livingston pointed out.
"You mean a lot more to people than you thing, and that includes Mom" Livingston said again.
"I get your point Livy, you can stop shoving it in my face"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be... it's your mom, she's sort of hard not to defend"
"Why because she's a little shy"
"No, because she's so lovable and it would kill you to see anything happen to her even if you did cause it"
Hey everyone. I wrote this because it seems that everyone and their Aunt Una from Altuna has a Sherlolly story about Molly being upset because Sherlock runs off for long periods of time. I believe it wouldn't be so much Molly complaining to Sherlock, but more likely John or in this case Livy, the nerdy Brotha. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING.