Well finally here it is chapter seven for my Sherlock fanfiction sorry it took so long but I was finishing up school, being distracted by other things on my computer, battling a cold which I got rid of but now seems to have returned with a vengeance at least the snotty nose part any way, and not so much the coughing and I was trying to figure out how I wanted to introduce Mary Morstan to the story and whether to vear of from cannon with her background, go totally cannon or settle for a mix of both. After some deliberation I decided to do both. So enjoy. Also to make it easier to keep track of the time that's passed I've decided to put it in the format of weeks to make things easier which means I will be going back to edit date wise how long its been since Sherlock's death and where Molly is in her pregnancy.

Disclaimer: I make no profit from this and do not own Sherlock

Chapter 7: Cravings

10 weeks since Sherlock fake his death and 7 weeks pregnant

A light breeze whipped about Molly as she opened the door to the large airport, blowing the color of the overcoat that she wore back and forth.

Nearby a couple with a young child was hurrying towards the nearest bag check line. The sound of hurry up coming from the father as his wife dragged their infant along.

Grabbing an empty seat Molly waited and watched as different flights flashed on and off the board and the loud speaker periodically went on each time a plane was being border, arriving, or delayed.

It wasn't long before the deep voice of speaker said, "Now arriving from Bridgetown, Barbados, at 10:30 am to London, England flight 16." Molly looked up from her seat her eyes keeping an eye out for the person she was looking for.

"Molly!" Mary Morstan shouted exiting the plan, and catching sight of her best friend beneath the pair of glasses that she wore as she left the planes entryway with her carryon bag in hand. Running up to Molly the two girls embraced each other in a hug. "It's so good to see you Molly; I've missed you so much."

"I know I just can believe your actually moving here and working in the same building no less," letting go of her friend as the two ladies moved down towards the exit, past the throng of people moving about, and thankful that there were no more bags to get as a delivery truck would be taking care of that on a separate flight.

It had been so long Molly recalled since she had last seen her best friend from her days at Uni Mary Morstan. A smart as a whip, dirty blond haired girl, which had been Molly's roommate and who she had befriended over her years earning her degree as a pathologist. Mary had been there when her father died and during the years after the girls had used emails, phone calls, and letters as it was the easiest way for the two girls to stay in touch.

Only rarely had Molly been able to take the 9 hour flight that it required to get from London, England to Bridgetown, Barbados. However, less than a week ago Mary had called her with the news that she was moving to London due to a promotion in her job as a nurse and the place where she would be working was none other than the Children section of St. Bart's Hospital. Naturally Molly was ecstatic about this, and demanded it was a cause worthy of celebrating.

Leaving the plane terminal behind the two girls entered a small café, and took a seat. After putting in their orders for their drinks Molly browsed over her menu trying to figure out what she wanted most of all to eat.

"What can I get you girls the friendly waitress asked?" I'll take a cheeseburger Mary replied before handing over her menu.

"And for you mam," the girl turned facing Molly.

"Let's see I'll have the roosted sweet potato and feta salad with French dressing, the sweet potato and chili soup, and the herring potato sandwich with mayo and relish. Oh and can you please ask the chef to put extra relish and potato's on." Molly politely told the girl.

"Extra potato's and relish got it," the waitress said as she wrote down the order and headed for the back, taking their menus with her.

"Alright what was that about?" Mary asked, as they left the cab Mary counting out the change they would need and handing it over to the driver before she followed her friend up the stoops to her apartment where she would be spending the week until the rest of her luggage in from overseas and the house was fully furnished.

"What was what?" Molly asked as she opened she rammed the keys into the door and muttering under her breath when the lock seemed to be giving her more trouble than usual.

"What was what she says, really Molly? You ordered way more food that one would usually eat for lunch not to mention it all had potato's and herring."

"Well I like potatoes." Molly finally succeeded getting the key in the lock and opening the door.

"Don't we all but people don't usually develop cravings to get them in everything or spend half an hour puking in a bathroom afterwards unless they have the flue which you clearly do not. Beside you also hate herring Molly," said Mary setting her bag down on the coach as Molly closed the door behind her. "So whose is it and when's it due?"

"Mary I don't know what you're talking about and who says I hate herrings." Molly answered as she took out two quarts of chocolate fudge ice cream from the fridge and grabbed two spoons.

"You did in one of your letters to me and come on Molly I work in the children section for crying out loud I know what a pregnant woman looks like, much less acts like and you girl are definitely knocked. So which one of your excess was it Jim from IT who turned out to be psychotic murder whose real name is Moriarty or some other guy?" Mary looked at Molly quizzically while she took a seat on the couch beside her bag.

"Neither," Molly replied taking a seat beside her friend and handing over one of the two spoons and the other quart of ice cream to her friend before digging into and taking that first delicious and best scoop right of the top of the ice cream container.

"Wait where you assaulted in any way?" Mary asked graciously taking the tub of ice cream that was offered while trying to hold in her worry.

"Good heavens no, it was nothing like that" Molly waved her arms back and forth with spoon in hand accidently flinging a dollop of chocolate over her friends cheek, which Mary simply whipped away as Molly continued along with her present train of speech concerning the father of her unborn child. "I never had sex with Jim or any of the other guys at least not since Bradly from Uni. It was well Sherlock."

"Oh my gosh a dead guy knocked you up!" Mary's looked at Molly with shock as she dropped her spoon on its way into the crevices of her mouth. "And not just any dead guy, but Sherlock Holmes, that bloody detective you're always fantasizing about. Did he know Molly before he kicked the bucket and all that you're carrying his future offspring around in your stomach?"

"I never got the chance, and you're not to tell anyone about it Mary ever!"

"Don't worry Molls my lips are sealed wouldn't want to put you and it at any risk. Although with both Sherlock and you as his or her parents I'd worry more about the fanclub that's going to come after them, because your child is going to be gorgeous."

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