"Dinner was absolutely incredible, Sherlock. Thank you."

"I'm glad, you deserved it for everything you went through today. I love you so much, and I want you to know that just because I'm an Alpha, that doesn't mean I'm actually above you or anything. I still want to make you feel loved and appreciated and I will do this relationship thing right despite everything that has to do with our wolf sides.

"I love you too. Always. Plus, I already know how good of a man you are, I know you want to be a good partner, and you are. I promise. Also, this is new for both of us, but I think that our bond connection can be incredible if used correctly. I can't wait to test everything I can do, but you'll have to teach me. Especially if I'm to keep my job. I can't exactly be gripping beakers so hard that they shatter. I'm sure you experimented with your strength too, hm? Especially since you were thrilled you didn't break the alfredo sauce jar."

"A bit, but yes, I'll help you. It's just getting used to your new body…but you'll find your groove, like I did. I promise."

"Right, well until then…neither of us can hold Rosie."

Sherlock snorts. "I know, I've been terrified to go near anyone."

"Well, you were near me. We had sex, you were at your most vulnerable many times and you didn't hurt me."

"I bruised your poor wrists two days ago", he whispers sadly.

"Sherlock, I've had many bruises in my life. It wasn't that bad…plus, look. Now that I've turned, they're all healed and gone."

"I just don't want us to accidentally hurt someone we care about."

"Me neither. But we can figure it out. Like you said. Plus, maybe we could tell a couple of our closest friends at some point. Once we can control when we turn. I know we can't fully turn unless it's a full moon, but you know what I mean. Partially turn. The eyes, the nails, the teeth…at least it would make them believe us and not just commit us to Sherrinford."

Sherlock laughs a bit until it turns into a weak shuddered breath. "Yeah…I…I guess Mycroft can never know. Ever."

Molly bites her lip. "Yeah…maybe that's best. We could very well end up there."

"Mhh…demons beneath the road and all. The monsters that defy our every sunny day…I suppose to him that would be us."

Molly cuddles him. "John wouldn't tell him, would he? Or Greg? I don't quite think Mrs. H would be able to handle this either. Maybe just John and Greg."

"Dear God…Mrs. Hudson would probably pass out. John…I'm not sure. Maybe he'd be a bit jealous. He already did have a hard time catching up to me. Smaller legs and all", he smirks. Molly giggles and playfully slaps his chest.

"Bit not good, Sherlock."

"Maybe not, but what is he going to do? Hit me again? He'd break his knuckles."

"Alright, alright. But I don't think you should be getting too arrogant on him, or anyone else again. We both know what your ego can make you do when you feed it with arrogance."

"Yes, you're right darling."

"Darling?"

"Sort of just…slipped out. Sorry."

"Nooo don't be", she grins brightly. "It's cute."

"Cute? Great. I'm some big scary Alpha now and you call me "cute"."

Molly laughs and kisses him deeply. Sherlock quickly responds to the kiss, returning it in kind, and snogging her. Molly ends up pressed against the nearest wall and after a while they pull away breathless and panting. Sherlock growls dominantly and Molly's eyes flutter.

"God, it's no damn myth that werewolves are way hornier than humans…"

"I suppose not." His voice is deeper and more velvety than it usually is, enticing her to continue to follow his lead.

Molly peers up at him and strokes his chest gently. "I love you so much, Sherlock Holmes."

"I love you so much, Molly Hooper." Sherlock seamlessly hikes her body up around his waist and she gasps in pleasant surprise. "Would you like to know how it feels as part wolf? The sensations are ten times what they used to be, Molly. I can play your small body like my violin until you quiver with need", he grumbles sexily in her ear.

Molly lets out an erotic whimper and nods. "Yes please…"

He dashes into the bedroom at an inhuman speed, making quick work of their clothes before spoiling her for the rest of the night.

Molly finishes up the last autopsy of the day and rubs out the knot in her neck with a small groan. Looking at the clock, she grins. Turns out that having supernatural senses helps her out more than she ever could have known at her job. The smells, the details in what she looked at, it all helped her to identify causes of death way quicker than she used to. She is never finished this early, but she supposes that she should enjoy her newfound luxury.

Well, it's a luxury until a couple weeks from now when she will go through the worst pain of her entire existence. But as with everything else she had gone through in her life; Molly prefers to take these weeks in stride and not panic about it until she absolutely has to panic.

Locking up, she hears footsteps walking to the morgue. She internally cringes, wondering if Mike would be upset at her leaving so early in the day. Wait- how did she know it was Mike, without seeing him?

Ahh, he's a shuffler. He shuffles his feet when he walks. That's how. Turning around, she flashes a pleasant smile as the chubby man walks over to her.

"Heya, Molly! I just wanted to drop off this paperwork that Lestrade gave me. He was a bit busy, so he asked me to bring it over to you. Said you were interested." Mike covers his mouth with his elbow a bit and dissolves into a coughing fit.

Molly furrows her brow and takes the paperwork, patting his back. "Mike, are you okay?"

He stops after a bit and nods slowly. "Oh…yes…just…probably allergies", he says as he still struggles to catch his breath. Molly smells a bad, very bitter scent coming from his breath, which is odd for Mike because he has a terrible habit of chewing mint gum. Crinkling her nose a bit, and unable to place the odor, she continues to rub his back a bit.

"You should get that cough checked, Dr. Stamford. Really. It sounds awful and I don't think allergies are at their highest peak right now. Please promise me that you'll get it looked at. It doesn't…sound...like a natural cough. Plus, I really don't want to scare you, but my Dad had lung cancer and when he finally went to the doctor's it was too late. I just want to be sure you're alright. It makes me uneasy."

He looks a bit scared but nods. "I suppose I should. Especially as a doctor. I know I should…", he looks a bit sad. "Y'know, I'm older and I'm overweight. I have enough and I don't like thinking of the worst."

"I know that. Nobody does. But it's better to know so you can either relieve your stress when it's nothing or move forward and help yourself with treatment for whatever is causing it."

"You're right. Well, enjoy the rest of your day. You got a lot done today."

"Thank you, Mike. Good luck."

"Thanks Molly."

Sherlock sweeps into Molly's home, coat billowing behind him as usual. Molly is at the stove, cooking dinner.

"Ooooh, what smells amazing?"

Molly giggles and looks up at him. "Probable the lemon garlic chicken breast and the stuffing that you like. I finished work early today and Mike let me leave. So don't expect this kind of dinner every night", she snorts.

Sherlock wraps his arms around her from behind and nuzzles her neck, breathing her in. "Mhh…I couldn't stop thinking of last night today. I think Lestrade figured that something was up because I may have moved a bit too fast. But he's usually an idiot so I think I'm in the clear."

Laughing softly, she strokes her fingers through his hair gently. "I missed you too. Something odd happened to me too today…"

Sherlock turns her around to face him and furrows his brow. "What? What happened?"

"Don't look so worried. It's nothing…obvious."

"Okay, so then what was it?"

"Well…I finished early because I can smell and see a million times better than I could before, so I could more easily detect certain chemicals, and diseases and certain tissue damage. Even things that would take me hours to be sure it was there before. But when I was leaving, I saw Mike. He handed me some info from Lestrade on that little girl's case last week, aside from the redacted stuff I can't know. Anyway, Mike started coughing really badly."

"Okay…so, it was a cough."

"Except it wasn't. You know his terrible habit of chewing gum, whenever he isn't drinking coffee. His breath...it...it didn't smell like either. It was this horrible, bitter smell that I couldn't place, and I think something is really wrong with him. It was very unsettling, like…an instinct almost. I told him to go get a doctor's exam. There was just something inside me that was screaming at me to make him get an exam. I felt terrible for him because it's as if I know something bad is going to happen to him, and I don't even know what it is exactly. My gut feeling says lung cancer. My dad had a cough similar to that, but much, much worse near the end. I don't know…do you think I was overreacting?"

Sherlock pulls her close and strokes her hair. "No. I think you do have more instincts now, and if your gut is telling you that something is wrong with him, I regret to say, you are probably right. I'm still not used to all the new instincts that I get sometimes either. But we are good people, and we use them to help other people. It's a good thing, Molly. If it is lung cancer, and he goes and gets diagnosed, he has a better chance of surviving because of you."

Molly nods and sighs. "I'm glad I have you to go through this with. I'm so so sorry you had to do this alone at first. It kills me to think of you in so much pain by yourself…"

He smiles sadly. "Yes, well…I have you now. Forever. There's nothing I want more, Molly."

She reaches up and strokes his cheek. "Me neither, Sherlock. Me neither."