I know, I've been away, but I couldn't help it. My personal life has been hectic lately, with barely enough time to write.

There are no spoilers in this! (Avengers: Endgame and Game of Thrones)

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Description: Sherlock listens to Molly rant about two fandoms.

There were times when being the husband of Molly Hooper had its advantages.

Such as having special privileges in her lab, seeing her light up whenever he walked in, the lunches, and more importantly, the nights in her bed.

But there were also times when those times were strained by what Sherlock called her fangirl moments.

It was no secret how big of a fan of the superheroes, both DC and Marvel, his lovely wife was, nor how much of a fan she was in the fantasy verse. There were times he understood for he did find them interesting, yet there were times, like today, when he just wanted to punch the creators of said universes.

"How am I going to survive this weekend?!" Molly ranted around their medium size flat.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "It's just a movie and a show." He mumbled but realized only too late how wrong he was.

She stopped and whirled around with her eyes flashing. "No, Sherlock, it is not just a movie nor is it just a show." She began, stepping towards him.

"Avengers: Endgame is the final movie for at least one of the heroes, and though I have my suspicions, I can't bring myself to contemplate what it would be like without one of them." She began, holding her finger up to his face. "They have become family."

"They are fiction, Molly."

"They are more than that, Sherlock." She argued back. "After the crap storm we had to deal with Moriarty, the threat on my life and on yours, I found myself relating to them, especially Tony." She remarked, sliding on the couch. "How can I say goodbye to even one of them?"

He sighed and moved in fluid strides towards her, sitting down beside her.

"They have become a part of me, even the douchebags." She remarked with a tearful laugh.

He winced and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close as he often did when she needed to comfort.

"The episode of Game of Thrones is supposed to be a battle. You know someone is going to die. They are the same. How could I survive this weekend?"

He sighed and bent his head to kiss the top of hers. "By believing that the ones who die have good deaths and there is a reason they had to die."

She shook her head, her hand tensing on his chest. "When you disappeared for those few years, I felt like Peggy waiting for Steve or Pepper waiting for Tony. I couldn't stand the thought of you dying. I couldn't bear to lose you, even if at the time, we weren't together."

He smiled and pulled back, gazing in her eyes. "I came back, Molly. I came back to you. So did the Captain and the Iron Man."

"But what if…?"

He leaned forward and kissed her lips, tenderly. "Death is only the beginning, and just because someone dies, doesn't mean they are gone. We carry their memories and for fictional characters, we have the movies to replay."

She smiled and leaned into his side. "You're right, but if they kill the characters the way they did Loki, giving him a pointless death, I swear, I will hunt the Russo brothers down and knee them in the crotch."

He chuckled, knowing she would.

"If one of them is Doctor Strange, I will be seriously ticked."

"Which one is that?" He asked, absently.

She smiled and lifted her head to catch his eyes. "The one who looks like the man I love, but with an American accent."

He smiled and nodded. "Maybe, he won't."

"He better not, because he looks like you and seeing you die on the screen will kill me."

He leaned forward, placing his forehead on hers. "Would it make you feel better if I sit next to you and hold you close while we watch it?"

She pulled back and her eyes widened. "I thought you had a case."

"Simple stuff, besides, you are much more important."

"Oh, Sherlock," She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Be warned though, my love. The movie is 3 hours long."

He rolled his eyes over his shoulder and felt a hand slap the back of his head. "Ow…"

"That's for rolling your eyes."

He shook his head and held his darling wife close.

If there was one thing he knew for sure, she would survive this weekend for she was the strongest woman he had ever known.

Please be kind!

If you've noticed, I've changed the title to this, as I wanted this to be a section for semi-drabbles or drabbles. My longer stories are located in the other Sherlolly collection: You're the Only One who Mattered.

I'll try to update a little better, but my personal life is so hectic. If you have requests, send them in! I'll do my best to get them up!

Until Next Time...