Thanks for the reviews, here goes chapter 2!

Sherlock was no stranger to waking up with someone next to him, he often went to John's room and comforted him after his best friend had particularly bad nightmares and ended up falling asleep at his side, so in that sense Sherlock had slept with someone. But waking up with Molly was different. She didn't run away or give him a look that said 'you're insane' like John did. Typical heterosexual men, brought up to find that wrong even if no physical contact had occurred. Molly smiled at him the morning after the frosty, winter night. She offered him coffee and a bacon butty. She asked how he slept, she made the bed and then ruined the moment.

'I'm so sorry Sherlock, I didn't mean to intrude last night, you could have kicked me out...' she began to Sherlock's annoyance, everything had been perfect until she started. He cut her off by placing a hand on hers.

Pulse elevated, pupils dilated. Keeps looking at the floor out of embarrassment...she knows I'm deducing her! Wow even John never knew when I was or wasn't.

'Sherlock stop reading me like a book.' She said removing his hand from hers, looking away to hide her blush.

'Molly, it's no problem, we both benefited from it didn't we? I mean I'm not sure about you, but I could actually feel my toes once you got in.' Sherlock nudged her playfully. 'Come on, it's your day off isn't it? Let's have a route through your DVD collection.

-3 hours later-

'Molly I don't get it, if he is gay, why is he pretending to fancy the loud girl?' Sherlock, being his sociopathic self was confused by the decisions being made by the teenagers on Glee, although it was funny, Molly started to realise just how much Sherlock didn't understand about feelings.

'Because Sherlock, he doesn't want people to find out he's gay.'

'What's wrong with gay people?'

'Nothing, but during your teenage years image is everything for most people, so he pretends to love Rachel to stop Mercedes asking him out and to cover up the fact that he likes Finn.' Molly stated. Since they began watching the series she had answered multiple questions about love, sexuality and stupid decisions that Sherlock fired at her. Well if any show was going to educate him, it would be Glee.

'So if I loved someone, I would express it by pretending to fancy someone else?'

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the most helpful.

The two had spent the entire day cuddled up with blankets and hot chocolate swapping from genre to genre. During a particularly jumpy horror film, Molly had scooted nearer to Sherlock. She could handle gory ones; she was a pathologist for crying out loud, but with a slight nervous side she couldn't handle loud of scary surprises. By seven o'clock the pair had fallen asleep, Sherlocks head rested on Molly's shoulder with her head buried in his soft curls. As beautiful as the image was, the position became too uncomfortable due to the height difference and he pulled away, cupping Mollie's head with his hand and resting her on his lap. He took the quiet time to reflect on his life right now.

Well, I can't leave here yet, Jim could still have his spider friends hanging around to see that I have gone, it's only been a day. But what will happen? I can't stay here forever, it's not fair on Molly and it's going to be at least three years before I can go back to John. But he could be married with children by then. Wow, 'Uncle Sherlock' sounds insane. What will I do when John goes on without me?

Molly started tossing on the couch, she was mumbling in her sleep but what she was saying was unintelligible, her face was no longer peaceful as the look of distress crossed her sleeping features.

'No Sherlock.' She whispered. By this point tears were streaming down her face. 'Don't jump!' she almost shouted, bolting upright immediately. Sherlock grabbed her shoulders from behind and pulled her back towards him. The woman before him broke down into hysterical sobs as she turned to face him. She threw her arms around the startled mans torso and clung on to him for dear life. Sherlock let her get it out of her system, not quite knowing the protocol for this particular social situation, he decided to smooth her hair out as she calmed down.

Once the tears had subsided, Molly looked up at the detective with hazy eyes.

'You were gone.' She whispered. 'You jumped, you were going to leave me.'

'But I haven't though Molly, I'm right here.' He held her close for a moment before taking advantage of Molly's knowledge of feelings by asking what he really wanted to know.

'Molly.'

'Yes Sherlock?'

'Do you think John will be having that dream? What if he is? I'm not there to comfort him.' Molly gave him a pitying look, but inside she was glad that she had cracked one layer of Sherlocks, that he had finally confided in her. That showed that he trusted her didn't it?

'Sherlock, he is stronger than you give him credit for. He was in the army remember, he has seen so many deaths. Yours will be harder on him though, as you two were...are so close, but he won't be like me. I mean, he is strong, I am weak, he has his head screwed on, I'm an emotional wreck...'

'You smell nicer that John and you are more patient with me. Come on Molly, you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Damn it you broke up with a criminal mastermind! You helped me save the lives of three people! Come on Molly you're so much more.' Molly gave him a small smile. 'See, you're pretty when you smile! I think you are right though, John has been through a lot, hopefully he can deal with it in time.'

Molly couldn't help herself, she launched forward and embraced Sherlock.

'Thank you. It's not often I hear complements like that.'

Hmm, I shall have to complement her more often, how can she not hear that often. She deserves more than the average woman.

Sherlock just smiled and held her until the fell asleep on each other once again.

Chapter 3 will be contain some angst, will start adding a plot to this baby! Will be up tonight hopefully!