What's this? An update?! I'm probably even more shocked than you are. :) One word prompt: self-defense. Because I still love a Molly who doesn't need a man to protect her.
Molly has just put on her pajamas and is climbing into her bed, when a scraping sound catches her attention. She tenses up and listens carefully, trying to determine the source, when the creak of her front door alerts her to another presence in her flat.
Her first instinct is to call Sherlock, but he has been out of London for the past week with John, investigating a particularly intriguing case. ("A possible ten, Molly! Can you believe the luck?!")
She clasps her hands and says a small prayer of thanks that Sherlock had decided to give her self-defense lessons. Molly had been kidnapped on a smuggling case gone wrong, and, although the experience led to Sherlock finally admitting his feelings for her, they both wanted to avoid any future incidents.
She creeps down the hall, grateful that she still wears her socks, as they allow her to traverse the distance to her sitting room without making any noise. She peers around the corner and nearly gasps aloud at the sight of a dark blob traipsing around the room. Clenching her fists to gather her strength, she stalks into the room, hoping to corner the intruder.
Reaching to her left, she grabs the closest object she can find, which happens to be her well-worn, hardcover copy of Pride and Prejudice. Oh well, she thinks miserably. I'm sorry, Mr. Darcy.
Letting out a shout, she flings the novel across the room, internally patting herself on the back when it hits the target. Suddenly, the black mass begins striding towards her, arms spread out as though to restrain her. Maybe that wasn't the best idea I've ever had.
Not wanting to go down without a fight, Molly runs forward, jabbing the man in the stomach with a well-aimed punch, quickly following that with a swift kick to the shin. The man hunches over, and Molly brings her knee up, preparing for her final strike. A groan from her would-be attacker, however, distracts her.
I know that groan, she realizes. In fact, she had heard it several times the last time she and Sherlock had….
Oh. She cringes, putting her foot on the floor and rushing over to turn on the light. Her boyfriend breathes heavily, clutching at his midsection. She tiptoes over to him, carefully rubbing soothing circles into his back.
When he regains the ability to move, she helps him to sit on her sofa and hurries into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. He takes it from her appreciatively and gulps down the liquid as he continues to catch his breath. Molly tries not to take it personally that he still has not looked at her. She has just beat up the man she loves.
Finally, after what feels like hours to Molly (logically, she knows it is no more than ten minutes), he raises his head and stares at her with an expression of awe. Thoroughly confused now, her puzzlement must show on her face because he chuckles quietly to himself before speaking. "Well done, Molly. The lessons have paid off, I see. I am extremely impressed. At least now I won't have to worry about you so much while I'm away."
Molly lowers her eyes sheepishly, embarrassed by her mistake. He cups her face in his hands and gently presses his lips to hers. She wraps her arms around his neck and returns the kiss, equal parts relieved at her intruder's identity and glad to have him home after being apart for so long.
She is the first to pull away. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Sherlock."
"It's quite all right. I should have announced my presence, but I wanted to surprise you. I succeeded in that, at least." She giggles at that, bringing a smile to his face as well. He kisses her temple and lies back on the sofa, closing his eyes. "Although the next time you think someone is breaking into your flat, please call either myself or Lestrade. Use what I have taught you only if you have no other choice. I couldn't bear it if you were hurt."
He momentarily opens one eye, patting the seat beside him. She crawls over and snuggles into him, resting her head on his chest. She lets out a sigh of contentment before drifting off to sleep in the protective embrace of her consulting detective.
Please leave me review to let me know your thoughts! They really do make writing these silly little drabbles more fun!
On another note, I wrote another one-shot titled, "Somewhere", which you can find on my profile. If you haven't read it yet, I would really love to get your feedback on it! (Note: it is sad, and not my usual fluff.)
Finally, thank you all for being patient and leaving such wonderful comments on the last chapter! I will try to post when I can, but new updates will likely be few and far between!
