PART 2. Sherlock and Molly working things out. Might have more romance... might have more 'angry hostile' Molly since I will still follow the story line through the wedding (Without Tom) and all the events after.
Sherlock had moved in, little by little. Spending time with Scotty as much as he could. Mostly reading the age appropriate books Molly set a hard line for. And of course, when Molly was making dinner for all three of them, he would tell him about the cases he had solved as a younger man. And it took Molly a month to trust Sherlock alone with him. Mycroft had canceled for the weekend she was set for the night shift, and while she was worried that Scott would be disappointed he was happy to spend alone time with his father.
Sherlock was also excited to be able to have one on one time, he had cleared it with Molly and John and Mary would stop by. Mary coming to cook dinner, John coming over to finally meet Scotty.
She had been running tests all night. While Sherlock got to know Scotty some more. He had three hours to talk with Scotty about what he wanted to do with him, he wanted to know what Mycroft did so well that Scotty was unhappy with his uncle.
"Well Uncle Mycroft let me have my choice of room. He let me get a huge bed, I have my own cool things in there. But I can't play with most of it if he is not watching me. He lets me do experiments. He even let me explode a soda in there with candy. That was one of the first ones. And it was in the bath tub." Scotty told him so many more things and when John and Mary knocked on the door, he was up, fixing his shirt as Sherlock went for the door.
"Hello. He is handsome. I brought a little present." Mary came in, pushing Sherlock aside just slightly. "I am Mary." She shook his hand before giving him the small bag she brought with her. John laughed the whole way in, sitting down as the boy opened the bag, pulled out the deerstalker.
"Like yours dad." He pulled on and Sherlock shot John a look before he was tossed his own hat. "We can take a picture." Scotty encouraged, and while John thought Sherlock would tell him that he didn't like the hat, he sighed and put it on, nodding to Mary who already had her phone out to take it. "Can you send this to my mommy?"
"Send it to me as well." Sherlock may have tossed his hat away but something about looking at Scotty in it made him happy. Sherlock watched his son happily. For a two and a half year old he did talk more than he listened. Sherlock didn't know what he did at that age, but he always thought to ask Mycroft.
The rest of the night went absolutely well except the small hiccup about the wedding date. It was the same weekend that Mycroft had promised a redo of this weekend. Mary had shot Sherlock a look with a small smirk when Scotty said his parents would have to go alone.
He didn't understand the look until the day of the wedding. She had lumped Molly and him into the same room, because he knew for a fact that there was no last minute addition of the guests. He had rechecked after he knew she was lying. And it took seeing Molly in his room, laying in their shared bed, for him to get why. She was pushing them together.
"Sherlock... are you going to come back before 11?" Molly asked as she started to hang her dress and put out her shoes.
"I should be." He told her and she looked over at him.
"Then will you wake me? I just want to take some extra time to just relax and take a nap. I need to do something so I don't call Mycroft every 10 minutes wondering what they are doing." She sighed and moved to sit down. Sherlock just smirked because he knew exactly what his brother was doing with his son. Reading old reports and getting his opinion. Seeing what he would have done.
"I will wake you. Just at 11?" He asked and she nodded.
"Yeah. I am going to shower now and then just wrap my hair." She told him and Sherlock watched her pick out things to sleep in before casting his eyes away. He had seen the same bra before... on her... the night they made Scotty. He hadn't see it since then, not even in the laundry.
Sherlock walked out after watching her disappear into the bathroom and he set to work on making sure everything was right for the ceremony and after party. He had an obligatory dance with Janine, giving her pointers along the way for the men around them, and when that was all done, he walked towards Molly, seeing her on the phone and he just waited for her to hang up and tell him what she had found out.
"Hey." She said and gave him a smile. "Back to dancing again?" She asked as Janine came over to thank him as soon as she was off the phone.
"Oh no. Sherl just gave me a few pointers for men." Janine waved Molly off before getting on her tip toes to give Sherlock a kiss on the cheek.
"Sherl is good like that." Molly teased, but Sherlock saw the irritation hidden in her face. Janine left without a backwards glance and Sherlock waited a moment before looking back at Molly. "What Sherl?"
"Who was on the phone? Mycroft?" He asked and she nodded.
"I could barely hear him but I was sure that Scotty wanted to say goodnight." She sighed and crossed her arms.
"You can go into the lobby and call back." Sherlock didn't like see her stressing over something so small as a goodnight, but he understood on Scotty's end he just wanted to talk to his mum.
"No. I will see him tomorrow." Molly shook her head and rubbed at her chin and Sherlock moved in, grabbing that hand and pulling her onto the dance floor. "Sherlock-"
"Nope. Not going to hear to. Relax." He led her around the floor. And she relaxed and trusted him.
As soon as he stopped dancing he gave her a very quick, very missed by everyone else kiss and went up on stage. Preforming the song he wrote for John and Mary. He knew Molly's eyes were on him the entire time. He wanted to get the look from her that she was still slightly interested, it would just be the look in her eyes when he stopped playing.
Except, the moment was lost when not only did he look at Janine screaming way too loud, but Molly had also looked, and didn't make eye contact afterwards. And she wouldn't talk to him about the kiss that night either. He had turned in early, waiting for her to come to him, but she got in as soon as he knew she was able to get away without getting too much attention from John and Mary. She got out of her dress, whispered a good night and going right to sleep.
The rest of the week Scotty was with Mycroft he want back to staying at Baker Street. When he got a new, big client, someone he knew should be nowhere near his family, he cut the contact.
He went on to do what was necessary to get the best of Magnusson. And when John found him and took him to Molly he knew that she would be disappointed. What he didn't expect was the rage that went along with it.
He was smacked three times. Glared at and then came the shouting. "How dare you. You have not only betrayed your best friend... but you know what... you are not allowed to see Scotty anymore. Ever. Not even with Mycroft. Do you understand me?"
"You can't do that-"
"You bet I can. You were never listed as his father. You have no parental rights and all I have to do is ask Mycroft-"
"This is for a case!"
"I don't give a damn what you are doing Sherlock. I care that it might affect my son. And I won't have it. You know what he has been asking for the past couple weeks Sherlock? The past month and a half?"
"How would I-"
"He has been asking what he did wrong to make you leave! That is what you should know. He thinks he has done something wrong because you would choose a case over him. And that was one of my rules Sherlock. You do not do that to him." Molly slapped him one more time, shaking her head as she then stormed out, leaving Sherlock standing there.
"Se can't take him away forever-"
"Sherlock!" John shouted and he half listened to the rest of the lecture. They made their way back to Baker Street, Mycroft, having been called by Molly was there with Anderson and the Empty Herse fan groupies searching everything.
"And Sherlock…" Mycroft called out as his brother came closer. "You are to stay away from Molly and Scott Hooper." He didn't have time to react to Sherlock pinning his arm behind his back too harshly.
Sherlock took every opportunity as he took down Magnusson. Getting shot, killing a man, getting sent on a one way trip, all before ever seeing Scotty again.
Mycroft had always updated him, and the first time he saw Scotty again was just after his first day of preschool. Mycroft was picking him up since Molly was working, and Mycroft made him stay out of Scotty's line of sight. Mycroft had walked in, get him, and as they were walking to the car Mycroft paused and looked at him. Something brotherly had passed and Mycroft looked almost sad as he shuffled his nephew into the car.
Sherlock got his grades, he got the behavioral analysis things and was proud when Scotty was put into first grade before he finished preschool and kindergarten. He was very advanced, Mycroft would update him every couple days, and then The East Wind blew.
That conversation with Molly had been the hardest after not talking for what felt like decades. And when Mycroft brought her and Scotty to his home for safe keeping as they found a secure place to live, Sherlock had also been invited to stay since Baker Street had been blown up. Molly let Scotty talk with Sherlock. However, Molly stayed quiet, only shaking her head when Scotty asked questions that would not end well.
When it was time for bed Sherlock offered to put Scotty down, Molly of course was in there to kiss him good night and when they made their way out, Sherlock made his move.
He grabbed her hand, pulled her in and she pushed put not with everything she had. "We need to talk Molly."
"No. We really don't. I see that you are clean Sherlock. But I will not have you putting cases above Scotty. As long as you are clean you can have a couple days a month you can visit when we get a new place, but you are not allowed to be there everyday for 5 months and be gone for an entire month without some kind of contact with him. That is all I needed to say-"
"I do love you Molly." He cut her off, not wanting to let her walk away. He kept hold of her hand, pulling her still closer to him but she shook her head.
"If you loved me... if you loved Scotty you would have never got into the drugs, for a case or not. You would have never kissed someone and be sent off to eastern Europe. You would have thought about me and him and how it would affect us. Mycroft said it would be less than 6 months... and you didn't try to say goodbye. Didn't leave us notes, or anything. Just took it as it came and left." Molly got her hand free poking his chest.
"You didn't want me." Sherlock told her and she huffed a laugh before he saw the tears pooling in her eyes.
"I didn't want you to leave. I didn't want you to use drugs... that is what I didn't want Sherlock. I have always wanted you. But this isn't about what I want anymore. It is about what is okay to have around my son-"
"Our son." Sherlock snapped and ground his teeth.
"When you start acting like a father... and putting that little boy first, he is not your son. You are not a father." She pushed his shoulder that time, turning to leave when he got in front of her.
"What do you want me to do? Give up my job? Stop taking cases?"
"I want you to think long and hard about what you want Sherlock. Do you want to be a father to Scotty, or would you rather have the Game... and the drugs when there is no case?" She asked him and when he didn't answer, and he didn't make another move to stop her she turned and went to the room she had been given.
Sherlock went to sleep that night, needing as much as he could so he could start to keep up with his son. His mind was just as sharp as his, but his son also liked to go to the park and go for bike rides. And while Sherlock could chase after a suspect for miles, that was on adrenaline. And he didn't have any of that when just deciding to take Scotty on a ride.
Even as Sherlock's legs burned and he was in agony the next day, he never stopping going out and leaning about his son. Molly would always be there, having her say in what they could do. She had taken time off of work until they got their living situation taken care of. And the days she went to look at the homes... Sherlock and Mycroft would take time and show Scotty more experiments.
It was also the perfect time for Mycroft to take Scotty out to a museum and let Sherlock get things ready to make Molly's day. Hopefully showing her that she was not wrong about him. He would be there for her, and Scotty. He wanted her to see that they were his world now. There would be no more drugs. Not even to win a case. There would be no more killing men.
He set up roses and sunflowers on all the tables leading into the dining room. He had Mycroft's chef find out what she wanted for dinner and made it for both of them for a late lunch. He was playing his new violin when he heard her coming in. She called out to Scotty before calling him.
"What is all this?" She asked as she took the jacket off and put it over a chair before looking at all the flowers.
"It is a date. One that we should have had when we first met. One that should have happened after I came back. One that should have happened when I found out about Scotty." Sherlock answered, he stopped playing and moved to pull out a seat for her.
"Where is Scotty?"
"With my brother. Out for a bit of lunch and a museum. They should be back in about 3 hours." Sherlock told her as he also moved to sit down, this time not across from her, but beside her.
"And what is this about Sherlock?" Molly asked after they ate almost quietly.
"Like I said it is a first date. This is the start of not only our relationship but our lives. I want to be his father. I want to be your... something."
"My something." Molly whispered and set her napkin down.
"The specifics are up to you. Baby Daddy, boyfriend, lover, husband." Sherlock threw out some labels and saw the shock written all over her face. "All of those we can work up to." Sherlock added, hoping to appease her a bit. "I don't want to pressure you into this. I know I have done things that are unforgivable, and I want to make up for those things. I want to make up for them in the biggest wats. I want to do right by you and Scotty. I am done with drugs. I am done putting myself and everyone in too much danger. I will make any compromise to keep you and Scotty with me. I want to take him to school and hear about his day. I want to make sure he has friends. I want to help him with homework and take care of him when he is sick. I want to be his dad."
"I know you do." Molly said, taking his hand in hers and she rubbed the back. "And this is the last house Mycroft had set up for me to look at. I am sure it is the one... but there are things, like how it's closer to another school than the one that he was at. But Mycroft had bee hinting at a private school and I am not so sure I want to send him to one."
"Well it is your decision, and he is a bright boy, he will tell you his input-"
:It is not just mine Sherlock. If you want to be his dad you get to make those decisions too." Sherlock looked at her reactions, telling her that he thought boarding school might be better when he got older, but for now he thought like she did, that he was doing just fine here with them, learning from public schools and growing up with friends he would remember when he did grow up.
They got to talking about how Sherlock would also move in with them. That he would use Baker Street as a consulting place only. The only place that he would take cases besides online. When he came home, they agreed, that he would leave business at the door, and if the case took him away, he would call to say goodnight every night, and he would not be gone more than a week.
He and Molly then took the weekends at Mycroft's to date and take their time to go through the steps of a relationship until Sherlock purposed. Of course all he did was throw it out there that he wanted to be her husband, that it was time to talk about it, and while Molly know he would never get down on one knee, she did tease him about it until he almost did it.
They had a small ceremony a couple months after. Rosie and John being there while Mycroft officiated and Scotty stood at their sides. And then came the questions from Scotty about having siblings, basically demanding to have a brother like his dad and brother have, and then adding in that he also wanted a sister to protect.
It melted Sherlock's heard a bit when he started to talk about a sister. They hadn't told him that he had an aunt that almost killed him and his mother. There was no point, Eurus would never get out, even on good behavior.
So when Molly and Sherlock did decide to have more kids, he was there, every step of the way. Every ultrasound. Every check up. And he was there, holding one hand and one leg as she gave birth to their second and third son. And he was in the cafeteria with the three boys when she went into an emergency C section. He had gotten into the OR just in time to see their daughter plucked from her uterus and he went right to Molly's side.