Mary took the long beat of dead silence to enjoy the triplicate of confused stares directed her way. Sherlock may claim that such an expression was common on John, but no one would ever claim the same for him or Mycroft, She savored the small victory as she came into the room, sitting on the edge of the couch as she prepared to help Sherlock wage war on Molly's behalf. "Oh quit with all those looks, everything you all now know about me and you're still surprised I know about all the things that go bump in the night? Shame on you Sherlock Holmes." She flashes him an impish smile before turning a stern look on his brother. "And double the shame on you Mycroft Holmes. If you were half as knowledgeable as you're claiming you are to your brother you would have recognized what Molly was as soon as you got wind of what happened."
For what it was worth Mycroft's expression stayed the same save for a tightening in his jaw. "Yes well, considering my report was highlighted with the discovery of Doctor Hooper's security detail having been found dead in their vehicles I was more inclined to be concerned about the threat now facing my dear brother rather than myths and legends spread about by what should themselves be myths and legends." The look he gave her dared her to fight him on the point, a challenge Mary was only too happy to take up. "Be that as it may, you rushed in here jumping to conclusions, serving only to make sure that Sherlock was going to be that much unlikelier to listen to any actual wisdom you may have." The narrowing of his eyes at her was all the confirmation she needed to know that she had made her point.
John was the one to interrupt this time. "Wait a minute, just wait...hold on...so all that nonsense you were you spouting on about in the cab over here, you're saying it's true then? That Molly's now some kind of...vampire?" He laughed harshly, a broken, disbelieving sound. "Impossible. Even if they did exist you're all trying to say Molly is one of them, sweet, mild tempered Molly? Impossible!" The look he gave the room dared them to admit to the joke, bad though it was. He grew still when no one did, alarmed by the look of sympathy in Mary's eyes.
"I know it's a lot to come to terms with darling but it's true, vampires, among other creatures, are indeed real, and it appears our Molly has become one. But she's no danger to any one of us, in fact if anyone is in any kind of danger it's her. Pure hearted vampires are a rare breed, and highly sought after for the gifts they inherently have. Whomever turned her is going to want her back when he realizes what he's created. If anyone needs protection now it will be her." John sat heavily in his chair as her words sunk in, rearranging the very way he viewed the world and leaving him shaken.
"Enough!" Sherlock surged to his feet, wincing at the cry of surprise his outburst startled from Emma, settling a hand on her head momentarily to comfort her. "Enough. Mycroft, if you say another word against Molly I will physically remove you not just from this flat but the building itself I swear it. In fact, unless you have anything useful to contribute you can just leave now and save me the trouble." Mycroft scowled at his brother but didn't budge, not that it mattered, Sherlock had bigger concerns to address as he turned to Mary. "What do you mean danger? I need to know what kind of threat this creature will pose to Molly. She's already suffered more than enough at his hands, I won't let anything else hurt my Mol...my pathologist...Dr. Hooper!" His ears pinked at his verbal slip, knowing the present company was the last group to let such a slip go unnoticed. In fact the damage was already done if the knowing twinkle in Mary's eye to accompany her grin was anything to go by. "Oh don't start! We have more important issues at hand Mary Watson. Do focus!"
Mary Watson smothered her resulting laugh behind her hand, recognizing that now indeed was not the time to tease Sherlock on his slowly dawning feelings for Molly. About time really, she was beginning to despair the man would never wake up and realize how perfect the petite pathologist was for him. The calm to his storm. No, now was the time to make sure that they both had a long enough life for them to both finally be ready to commit to each other. "Alright Sherlock, settle down. I promise to share any knowledge I have about this with you and Molly both. Speaking of, seeing as how she's the topic in question, Molly should really be here for all this. Any information I have she has more of a right to than any of you lot. Is she still downstairs?" "No. I'm here."
Molly stepped into the room, eyes downcast, unable to look any of them in the eye given what she'd already heard. It seemed the two floors between 221C and 221B were little match for her newly sharpened hearing. Yet another aspect of her new condition she'd have to learn to adjust to, among many other unpleasant realities. Like the fact that Mycroft Holmes, British Government, be all and end all of dealings under crown and country thought she was a blood thirsty monster with the potential to kill anyone who came into contact with her. Mary's defense, though grateful she was for it, did little to quell the fears his words had instilled in her. Fears she herself had been wrestling with since the moment she'd woken up hungry, salivating over the scent of her friends. Mary seemed to hold no stock in it but Molly knew that if there were few things Sherlock was wrong about there were even less that Mycroft Holmes wrong. What is this wasn't one of them? It was a thought that left her wanting to bolt out the door, as far away from the people she cared about, the people she could hurt, as possible.
It was Mary that kept her from doing so, the simple acceptance and support she could see on her face and lack of alarm in her scent at the sight of her doing more to calm her down than even Sherlock, the man who had at this point kept her from falling completely apart. She was floored, struck by the generosity of the people she'd come to call friends, Mycroft excluded. She would never have expected it from them, always seeing them as more Sherlock's friends than hers, despite their close acquaintance. It brought tears to her eyes as Mary stood, coming over to embrace her, little Emma cooing happily at the sight of her godmother.
"Hush now, none of that Molly dear. It's all a bit of a mess right now I know, but we'll get it sorted. Heavens knows I couldn't possibly let anything happen to Emma's favorite aunty, she'd be devastated. Wouldn't you sweetheart?" The baby cooed louder, lifting her arms to Molly and bringing forth a fresh wave of tears when Mary made to hand the small girl over to her without a trace of worry. It was the small strangled sound of protest from John that kept her from taking the child, settling instead for pressing a kiss to her forehead while Mary and Sherlock both glared daggers at the man in question. For what it was worth he did have the decency to look a bit guilty, if resolved, leaving Molly wanting to diffuse a potential argument. It wasn't as if she could blame him for his concern after all.
"Anyway, you said you had information to share Mary, please do." She smiled wanly as she made her way to the windows, leaning against the frame as she faced the room and any revelations to come.