Sorry it has been AGES! I have no excuse to be honest, but I promise to start updating more!
After Molly had recovered completely from the ordeal at the swimming pool, John nor Sherlock had the heart to send her back to her own flat. During her week at 221B Baker street, the three of them had become like the three musketeers. Molly helped John with the shopping and the cooking and she assisted Mrs. Hudson with the cleaning, she even helped Sherlock with some of his cases if John was working late at the surgery.
Mrs. Hudson adored Molly, she had always wanted a daughter and Molly was a perfect substitute. She was polite, kind, handy around the house and extremely bright, she was a beautiful, independent woman and the landlady constantly reminded Sherlock and John that she is to be treated as such.
One Tuesday, Molly was working late in the morgue and John had said that he would go and pick some more clothes up for her from her flat. Before he could even reach her flat, one of Molly's neighbours emerged from his flat. The man was in his fifties, wearing a vest and boxer shorts. He looked sleazy and John could smell the alcohol on him. His eyes suggested the man had been taking cocaine within the last few hours also.
'Whatchou doooooing buddy?' the man slurred. 'This ain't your flat.' John wasn't quite sure he should dignify the man with a response.
'I'm a friend of Molly's, I'm here to pick up some stuff for her.' He said eventually, not seeing the reason why he felt compelled to respond to this idiot.
'Ah, Molly. How is my baby girl? I haven't seen her in ages, been in Ibiza for 2 months, with the ladies. I bet she knows how to have a good time if you get what I mean.' The greasy man said with a smirk playing on his face. John coughed awkwardly.
'Listen, I don't know what you're talking about to be honest and ...'
'Molly is the prude right? She never visits me and she runs away when I try to ask her in. You ever tried asking the doll out? She is so uptight. Did I tell you she tried to hit me once?' John was shocked at what he was hearing but then his caring, protective side kicked in.
'What did you do to make her punch you?' he asked, anger growing.
'She didn't succeed in punching, I stopped her my grabbing her hand. Anyway I only brushed against her ass. God she is such a prude.'
That did it. John walked up to the nameless grease bag and punched him square in the nose as hard as he could.
'That's from Molly.' John then used all the anger built up inside and conducted it with one sharp knee to the mans crotch. The man cried out and fell to his knees. 'And that is from me.' He spat as he entered Molly's flat.
As John walked in to Molly's bedroom he noticed a note on the bed. He went and looked over the piece of paper. It was the note Molly wrote to Sherlock when she thought she was going to die. John smiled at the piece of paper and decided to take it back to give to Sherlock before Molly returned. He wasn't sure how his roommate would react, but it would be more disloyal to keep it from him. He picked up the bag and note and headed out, hoping that the harasser had crawled back into his sleaze hole.
When John returned to Baker street, he found that both Sherlock was on a case. So he went to see if Mrs. Hudson would like a cup of tea. As they entered a steady conversation, John brought up Molly's neighbour and the incident that had happened. The landlady was shocked at what the man had said, but then congratulated John on his actions.
'Do you think that Molly would like to move in to 221C?' she asked. John's eyebrows shot up. Why had they not thought of that before now? Mrs. Hudson had a low rent price because the room was a little grim, but Molly could brighten it up in no time, Sherlock won't keep her awake with the violin because it hadn't bothered her whilst she was living with him and they could both keep an eye on her since Moriarty's appearance, not to mention she would be away from the horrible pervert across the hall and the rest of the people, her flat was located in the roughest part of London.
'Mrs. Hudson you are a genius, I'll ask her as soon as she gets back...scratch that I'll talk to Sherlock first.'
Later that evening John told Sherlock of Mrs. Hudson's idea and Sherlock was enthusiastic to say the least. He started planning to liven the apartment up. Half an hour into enjoying his housemates happiness, John realised that he had forgotten to give Sherlock the note that he found.
The detective snatched it out of John's hands and read it over, no expression showing on his face. Once he had read it he placed the note on the table beside him and looked at John.
'Molly can't stay here.' He said with his serious voice.
'What? Why? Sherlock this is such a great idea!' John protested.
'No, I'm encouraging Moriarty, I'm putting her in danger.'
'Rubbish!' John exclaimed. 'You're just too scared to admit that you return her feelings.'
'John, I'm married to my work and I can't concentrate on two...'
'Sherlock.' John tried to interrupt.
'...things at once. Moriarty might take her again...'
'SHERLOCK!' John shouted.
'...She doesn't need me...'
'IF SHE GOES BACK SHE WILL BE HARASSED!' John shouted over the rambling detective. That shut him up. Sherlock looked confused and slightly angry.
'What?'
John explained about the man across the hall and how Sherlock wouldn't have seen him because he was on holiday. By the time John had finished the story, his roommate was almost shaking in rage, but contrary to his facial expression, the detective calmly said 'How hard did you kick him?'
'He won't be in the mood for 'the ladies' for a good few months.' John confirmed, smirking a little, proud of his handy work.
'We can talk to Molly when she returns home.' Sherlock said taking a sip of his tea.
'I think I'll leave you to do that Sherlock and remember to ...'
'be nice, I know John.' Sherlock finished. John smiled and left Sherlock to his thoughts.
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