Here is my next instalment. I got loads of reads on my last chapter but no reviews! A bit nasty :P The fewer reviews I get, the less I am motivated, but I will forgive you this time :) Here is some fluff back, let me know which genre you prefer in the reviews!

'Well Sherlock, to be honest I don't think Molly should be alone, nor you, so for the time being you can move into Baker Street with me for the time being and we will go from there.' John suggested to the relief of Molly. She didn't want Sherlock to swan back in with John, it would ruin everything. Molly had not moved since the men had pulled her out of the water, she was in shock and felt a little overwhelmed by everything.

'Molly are you feeling okay?' John asked, noticing that the woman was looking extremely pale.

'No I'm fine.' She insisted. 'Just a little light headed that's all.' She went to get up from her current position on the poolside to make her way towards the bench a little further back. Sherlock helped her to her feet but after the first step, the dizziness became too much for her and she slumped into the detectives arms.

'John, what's happening?' Sherlock panicked.

'Probably a mixture of shock and cold Sherlock, she will be fine after a good rest.' John said opening the door to allow Sherlock to carry Molly to a cab.

'When we get back, you have to fix her, you're the doctor.'

-3 hours later-

Molly's awoke with a start, after dreaming that she was drowning. She had subconsciously been holding her breath which caused her to wake up in a panic.

'Sherlock? John? Where am I? Where's Moriarty?' she said in a raised, shaky voice after the nights events had haunted her. Sherlock came rushing to her side,, crouching down to her level, as she had been lying on his bed beneath multiple blankets with a hot water bottle at her feet.

'I'm here, John's in the kitchen making us all some tea. You are in the 221B and safe, Moriarty is gone, there is no need for you to work yourself up. Do you remember everything that happened?' he asked trying to reassure her as quickly and as calmly as possible.

'I know it happened, it just feels a bit like it happened to someone else.' Molly said trying to remember the events from a few hours ago. John brought three mugs of tea into the room. Molly sat up under the blankets to drink it as Sherlock and John sat on the other end of the bed.

'Do you need anything Molly? Paracetemol ? More blankets?' Sherlock asked putting his cup down and pulling the blankets up so that that they covered the whole of Molly's body.

'No I'm fine Sherlock stop fussing. Are you two okay though?' she enquired suddenly realising, as she lifted her cup to her lips, that she had blanket arms. She let out a giggle before either man could reply.

'What's so funny?' John enquired, but she only laughed harder. 'Molly do you have a concussion?' he asked in a half joking, half serious tone. Molly came down from her fit of giggles to reply to him.

'You two...' she said looking at them both ' I want to know which one of you bought this Snuggy.' She said motioning to the blanket with arms.

The two men both had the same horrified expression on their faces.

'Sherlock!'

'John!' they both said at the same time

'Excuse me John, I think you will find that the one she is referring to is yours.' Sherlock stated.

'No, that one is your one!' John shot back, neither of them realising what they had just admitted until Molly started laughing even harder until tears appeared in her eyes.

'You mean to tell me that both of you own Sunuggies?' she laughed as the men looked annoyed with themselves for letting that secret slip. 'I can picture you two on a Sunday morning in your PJ's and watching Jeremy Kyle wrapped in your Snuggies.' She was still laughing as John and Sherlock gave each other an awkward look, they both know that that situation had occurred on more than one occasion.

'Okay Molly, boys can have special arm blankets too, it's not insane.' John said patronizingly, slightly bitter that Molly realised that he owned one. But Sherlock just smiled.

'Molly, if you are not too tired then I propose that you and I watch a film in our snuggies.' He said over dramatically making her and John laugh.

'If you insist fair maiden.' She joked back earning a nudge from Sherlock.

John just smiled at the scene.

They grow up so fast.

Sorry it's so short, but I want to go and watch Scandal in Belgravia now! Please let me know whether you prefer fluffy or angsty so I know what to work on for the next chapter!